Allie
“She is.”
Mason’s whisper stayed between us for one suspended second.
The café continued around us as though nothing had changed. Cups touched saucers. A child laughed near the counter. The machine behind the bar released a burst of steam.
Security moved closer.
Mia stood beside me, her attention fixed on Mason.
I could barely breathe.
“Who?” I asked.
Mason’s eyes moved toward the entrance again.
He looked terrified.
Not nervous about being questioned.
Terrified of being seen speaking to me.
“Olivia,” he whispered.
The name meant nothing for half a second.
Then the memory struck.
A bedroom door opening.
A woman beneath Logan’s sheets.
Dark hair falling across her bare shoulder as she turned toward the sound.
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