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My fingers tightened slowly around the phone. I didn’t move immediately.
My heartbeat didn’t spike; it steadied. And that was when I knew I was no longer afraid of what was behind me. Whatever was waiting, it wouldn’t be just danger, but another answer.
Slowly, I turned. He was already watching me when my eyes caught him. He stood straight. Apparently, he had been there long before I noticed him.
His gaze didn’t search; it landed on me directly. Somehow, he always managed to know where I would be.
I exhaled. “You made me think it was someone else.”
“You went to him.”
Morrison’s voice cut through the space between us. I didn’t reply to him immediately because he already knew the answer.
We both stood on the building that had Mr. Jason’s office, and with all that had been going
