But it’s enough.
Because that made her visible.
Connected.
Exposed.
My chest tightens.
I look back at Aspen.
Her eyes are on me now.
Searching.
Trusting.
Terrified.
And I make a decision right then.
Clear.
Final.
They don’t take her.
They don’t take him.
They don’t take anything from us.
Not without a fight.
I turn back to the agent.
“What’s the next move?” I ask.
His brow lifts slightly.
“You’re asking?”
“I’m not asking,” I say. “I’m deciding whether I like your answer.”
A beat.
Then—
“We relocate them,” he says.
No.
My expression doesn’t change.
But the answer is already there.
“No,” I say.
And just like that—
The line is drawn again.
Only this time?
It’s deeper.
Because now I know why they’re here.
And I know exactly what they want.
And I’m not giving it to them.