SKY’S POV
One game left before the final stretch, and I walked into Thursday’s session carrying more than I’d let myself admit on the drive over.
The clinical-notes leak had done something to me that the other leaks hadn’t managed. Those had felt like violations from outside, information stolen and handed off. This one felt like somebody had gotten close enough to watch the actual work happening and decided to weaponize the work itself.
“You’re somewhere else today,” Amira said, a few minutes in.
“Just tired.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
I didn’t answer that right away. My chest had started doing something I recognized from months back, a tightness building slow enough that I almost convinced myself it wasn’t happening at all.
“Sky.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve gone pale in the last th
