**LILA POV**
The moment crystallizes so cleanly it almost feels unreal.
There’s no confusion left in it. No blur. No room for interpretation or excuses or maybes. Everything sharpens into a single, undeniable line, and I understand exactly where I’m standing on the wrong side of it. Not emotionally. Not symbolically. Literally. My body knows it before my thoughts finish catching up, a cold, precise awareness that settles into my bones.
I don’t step back.
I don’t soften.
I look at him and I say, “Move.”
Once.
My voice is steady. Low. Clear. It doesn’t shake. It doesn’t rise. There’s no emotion threaded through it, no plea, no challenge. It’s the same tone you’d use to tell someone they’re blocking a doorway or standing too close to an edge without realizing it. Informational. Final.
