HAILEY
I still.
And for a moment, I just look at him.
Really look at him.
Because if I’m being honest, that’s not the answer I was expecting.
The Eamon I knew… would have said something else.
He would have told me to let it go.
He would have said revenge only makes you like the people who hurt you.
He would have looked at me with that same stubborn calm and tried to pull me back from the edge, even if I didn’t want to be pulled.
And I would have rolled my eyes.
And maybe… just maybe… I would have listened.
But this—
This version of him didn't say that.
And I don’t know what that means.
So I keep looking.
At his face that is illuminated by the moonlight.
At the way his jaw is set, like he’s holding something in.
At the way his eyes stay on mine, steady, but not soft in the
