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But I am.

My stomach twists.

Because I know that tone.

That certainty.

That willingness to walk into danger.

Joseph had sounded just like that.

And I remember how that ended.

My arms wrap around myself.

Not because I’m cold.

Because I’m scared.

Not for me.

For Dylan.

If history repeats itself…

What happens to him?

And that terrifies me.

I step back before they notice me.

My heart is racing.

Not from fear.

From something else.

Something I don’t want to name.