blew my cover getting the Bayard girl for you.” The world stopped spinning. Time stalling as the air froze, and it was just them, and nothing else existed. “What?” She tried again, shaking her head. “You—you what?” She was certain she was misunderstanding him, but it was there in his eyes. He was saying goodbye to her. She shook her head again. “No.” He said nothing. Her protest vanished into the silence replaced by a horrible, waiting stillness, like the space between slowing heartbeats, when a heart finally stops. The sound of ending. “No,” she said, her voice straining, breaking the quiet
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