Chapter 11 The Wrong Question

• I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Noor steps closer.
• The soft sound of her heels fades against the carpet as she comes around the desk, stopping just within reach. She leans slightly forward and taps the bottom corner of the page with one blunt, controlled nail. The sound is light, but it lands with precision.
• “Careful,” she says, her voice level and unhurried. Her eyes stay on the line she touched before lifting to me. “People tend to reveal themselves when they find the line that matters most.”