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“I don’t trust you,” she said finally. “I’m terrified of what you’re capable of.”

I didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just held her gaze and waited for the rest.

“But I do trust you’ll keep me safe.” Her voice was steady now, certain. “I saw what you did today. That’s not a question.”

Something shifted. Not relief exactly. More like recognition. She wasn’t naive. She knew what I was. What I’d done. And she was choosing to stay anyway—not because she believed I was good, but because she believed I was effective.

I could work with that.

I leaned forward slightly, elbows on my knees, hands clasped between them. The question I needed to ask sat heavy on my tongue.

“How do you feel,” I said slowly, “about the baby potentially being Kaisen’s?”

Truth went quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that meant she was thinking. The kind that meant she was trying not to break.

I watched her throat work as she swallowed. Watched her fingers dig into the arm of the chair. Watched the way her jaw clenched and released, clenched and released.

“Sick to my stomach,” she said finally, and her voice was barely above a whisper.

I didn’t interrupt.

“My body was violated.” She looked down at her hands, at the way they were gripping the chair like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “How could Kaisen do something like that? He didn’t seem like—” She stopped, shook her head. “From what I’ve learned about him, he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would?—”

Jealousy ripped through me.

Sharp. Vicious. Immediate.

From what I’ve learned about him.

The words echoed in my head, each syllable a blade. She’d learned things about Kaisen. She’d spent time with him. Talked to him. Let him into her life in ways I hadn’t earned yet. He knew her laugh, her habits, the way she took her coffee. He’d seen her in moments I’d only read about in a file. And all of it fucked me up inside.

The thought sliced me to my core. Like part of my soul was slowly seeping out.

If I had one, of course.

I kept my face neutral. Kept my breathing even. Kept the rage locked down where it belonged. It was important she knew she could talk to me no matter what. Despite how hard it was.

“Kaisen,” I said, my voice colder than I intended, “is not the man he portrayed himself to be.”

Truth looked up at me then, and I saw the conflict in her eyes. She wanted to believe me. But she also wanted to believe in the version of Kaisen she’d known.

I needed to understand what that version looked like.

“How did you meet him?” I asked.

She exhaled slowly, like she was deciding how much to tell me.

“I was at the park,” she said. “Doing some day trading on my laptop. He walked by, saw what I was watching, and commented on a stock.” She paused. “It went from there.”

I nodded, keeping my expression blank even as my mind catalogued every detail. The park. Day trading. A casual approach that didn’t feel casual at all.

“He was consistent,” Truth continued, and there was something in her voice now—something that made every muscle in my body tighten. “When you were inconsistent. You sent a chef.” She looked at me directly. “Kaisen made homemade soup and brought it to my mama’s house.”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

“Hold the fuck on.” I sat up straighter, my entire body going rigid. “He met yo’ mama?”