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~~SLOANE~~
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I walk into the room slowly, my feet soft on the linoleum. My eyes are fixed on Knox’s hand as it releases Finn’s casted arm.
Neither of them answers my question.
Not with words.
But the silence is loud enough to fill the space between them.
Finn’s perched on the very edge of the bed now, his body angled like he was trying to get away. His uninjured hand clutches the edge of the mattress. Knox is standing above him, jaw set, eyes unreadable, his hand just now slipping back into his pocket like nothing happened.
But I know what I saw.
Knox had been bent forward when I walked in, squeezing Finn's injured arm. At some point, one of them will have to spill what history lies between them. Because this—whatever it is—doesn't seem like it has anything to do with Finn t
