Chapter 55
Tamaro folded his last shirt and zipped his overnight bag with more care than it needed. His fingers trembled slightly around the zipper—whether from fear or resolve, he couldn't say. The room still smelled faintly like Elijah's coffee and Leo's lemon balm, as if comfort refused to vanish entirely. He reached for his shoes just as Elijah entered, phone lowered from his ear. "They know," Elijah said. "Liam and Leo. I told them you're going back. Because of..." Tamaro nodded before he finished. "Because of the news." Elijah didn't push further. Just stood in the doorway, one arm braced against the frame like he wasn't sure if he should step in or hold the line. "They didn't fight it," he added. "Didn't agree either." Tamaro's breath caught. That quiet kind of resistance—not argument, n
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