Chapter 29

  Control wasn't loud.

  It didn't beg for attention.

  It waited.

  Then it struck—precisely.

  Elara sat at the dining table, a notebook open in front of her.

  Not decorative.

  Not symbolic.

  Functional.

  Across from her, Maya leaned forward, elbows on the table.

  Focused.

  Leon stood by the...

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