Ch. 85- Her own
Author: VJ Tells
last update2025-10-15 23:50:08

Kirra hadn’t slept the whole night, not even for a moment. Her eyes burned as she watched the sun drag itself over the horizon, cutting through the blinds and striping the floor in gold and ash.

Connor was still at the desk, in the same chair, with the same posture. The laptop glowed pale blue on his face, throwing sharp shadows that made him more tired.

“Did you even move?” she asked quietly.

His reply came without looking up. “Did you?”

It wasn’t meant to sting, but it did.

Kirra rubbed her arms and crossed to the kitchen. The silence between them was thick; not angry, but charged, heavy with the things neither of them knew how to say.

Coffee hissed into the mug, but the smell didn’t comfort her.

“Connor,” she said after a while, “what happens if this goes public?”

“It already is.”

“I mean really public,” she pressed. “If the committee finds out, if the Department starts to investigate. We’ll be the ones on trial before they even read the evidence.”

He leaned back finally, eyes s
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