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Rhett sees it on my face.

"Yes."

My heart drops.

"But we don't know exactly what that means yet."

"He's like you."

"Possibly."

"Rhett."

His expression softens.

"It sure seems like it. So far."

That answer is somehow more frightening. Because Rhett always knows. He analyzes. He calculates. He solves.

Uncertainty is not something he wears comfortably.

I turn away before he can see how much this affects me. My entire life has been built around understanding people. Around knowing the hidden reason behind every action.

But my own life?

That has always been a locked room. And now someone handed me the key. Except the door opens into darkness.

"We need a plan."

Rhett nods.

"Agreed."

"No more secrets."

His eyes meet mine.

"Carys—"

"No."

I point toward him.

"No more deciding what I can handle."

A pause. Then he nods.

"Okay."

The immediate agreement surprises me.

"You mean that?"

"Yes."

"That was easier than expected."

"It doesn't mean I won't argue."