He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

the jaw, hair cut shorter than I remembered. Same steady eyes. The same patient expression that used to make lieutenant colonels feel smart right before he gutted their plan.

Behind him: concrete wall, utility map, fluorescent hum.

“Hello, Maya.”

I walked away from the others a few steps, though there wasn’t any privacy left to save.

“Dan.”

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