The words sit there, and they are not sharp and they are not emotional and they are just truth.
Declan exhales quietly. “If we do nothing, he keeps picking us apart.”
Cameron nods once. “If we do this, at least we pick where it happens.”
Ezra’s jaw tightens slightly, and the room waits, not for permission and for decision.
He looks at me again, and there is something different in it now.
“You are asking me to trust you.” He says.
“I am asking you to trust the result.” I answer.
“That is not the same thing.”
“No.” I say. “It is not.”
The silence stretches, and this time it pulls tighter instead of settling, and I can feel the edge of something breaking under it.
Ezra steps away from the table. “Come with me.” He says.
I follow him into the corridor, and it feels quieter than the
