The mansion fell softly again.

Tonight, silence did not frighten Leya.

Tonight, permission was the formality.

She dressed with purpose—not out of fear, but because she knew details were essential.

Black pants. Pullover pushed high. Topcoat light for the part of the night but precisely what the message required.

Not hiding.

Not running.

Walking proudly as if this world belonged to her at her feet.

The burner phone rang again.

Nathaniel: Back gate to ...