I knew it.
One photo.
One stupid post.
And Hannah loses control of the thing she was terrified of losing.
“You have no idea how much she hates this shit.”
“Kane.”
I turn.
Hannah is still beside the counter.
Not panicking.
Not running for her phone.
Just watching me.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“It is.”
“He didn't ask.”
“I know.”
Vale lowers his phone.
“I’m sorry, Hannah. Seriously. I thought—”
“I know what you thought.”
Her voice stays calm.
“You were messing with Kane.”
Vale nods.
“That doesn’t make it right.”
“No.”
He looks genuinely uncomfortable now.
“I'll delete it.”
Hannah glances at the screen.
Then at me.
“No.”
I stare at her.