Leo’s POV

I should have known.

God, I should have known.

I sat there, unmoving, as the memory played again in my mind—her smile, a fraction too sly, her hand brushing mine like she wasn’t even thinking about it. The sharp tilt of her head. The way her lips parted when she laughed.

Alicia... the real Alicia... was never like that.

She was clumsy with affection. Pure without trying. She would look at me and then away again too fast, cheeks flushed, ...