I had nothing to hide.
The screen lit up suddenly.
Seth was calling.
My pulse detonated.
Trevor’s typing stopped, nothing but silence from the office.
Waiting.
I stared at the screen long enough for it to look intentional.
Then I picked it up and answered.
On speaker.
“Hey,” I said, light. Almost annoyed. “I’m kind of busy.”
Trevor’s chair creaked faintly.
Seth’s voice was tight. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I forced a small laugh. “I told you, I’m fine. You don’t need to keep checking.”
“I just wanted to make sure,” he said carefully.
I let my tone sharpen slightly. “I’m not a child.”
Trevor shifted in his office. I could sense his approval in the movement.
“I know,” Seth said. “I just…”
“I’ve got this,” I cut in. “Okay?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, long enough to feel like a code.
“Okay,” Seth said finally. “Call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t,” I replied, and ended the call.
The house went quiet again.
A moment later, Trevor stepped into the doorway of his office, leaning casually against the frame. “You handled that well,” he said.
My stomach turned.
“It’s exhausting,” I said instead. “Everyone thinking I’m fragile.”
He watched me, trying to read past the surface. “And are you?” he asked.
I met his gaze steadily. “No.”
Something flickered across his face.
Respect?
Possibly.