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~Velma’s POV
Theron gave a small nod, his calm demeanor unshaken. I smiled, sensing the unspoken agreement forming in the room. We all nodded in understanding, a quiet accord settling over the group.
Later, at the driveway, the air was lighter, the early morning sun catching the edges of the parked cars. Dylan turned toward me with a slightly puzzled look. “I didn’t see your car around,” he said casually, though I could hear the curiosity in his voice. “Are you going to drive with me?”
I smiled, the corners of my lips lifting just enough to tease. “Have you forgotten that my husband is here?” I asked lightly, letting my gaze drift toward Theron, who was standing by his car, patient and unbothered.
Dylan’s eyes flicked toward Theron for a moment, a subtle tightening at the jaw, befo
