Everyone you called had somewhere else to be. You told yourself it was fine. You always handle things alone. But the situation got worse, and the silence on your phone got louder, and then - footsteps. Dylan. Of all people. Of all the faces in the world, it had to be the one you've spent years learning to resent. He's not saying anything. He's just standing there, jaw tight, eyes doing something they've never done before. You've seen Dylan cold. You've seen him sharp and cutting and impossible. You have never seen him look at you like that. Rowe will have questions. You already have too many of your own. But right now it's just you and Dylan and a silence that's been building for years, finally out of room to hide.