Maren appeared, right on time.
She approached him slowly this time, her steps measured, her eyes fixed on his hand as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the now-familiar bottle. He didn’t move closer. He simply held it out, his arm extended just enough to bridge the gap without violating whatever invisible rule had been set.
She took it carefully, like it mattered.
And that was when the school decided it had seen enough.
The next day, they acted immediately. Security was called before Nolan even had the chance to settle into his usual spot. There were no questions, no attempts to understand. He was labeled, categorized, and removed. A potential threat neutralized.
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