Chapter 208
Author: A.D.O pen.
last update2026-02-26 21:31:17

They met at a coffee shop, neutral ground again, the same logic that had governed the meeting with Thomas. Ethan arrived first. Derek arrived second. Isabelle arrived third, which Ethan noticed and filed without deciding what it meant.

They ordered and settled and there was a brief silence of the kind that precedes conversations nobody fully knows how to begin.

Derek began it. He said, "I want to say something before we get into the structure of this." He looked at Isabelle directly. "I was ang
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