The door closes. But this time— You don’t make it far. A hand grabs your wrist. Pulls you back. “Stop.” Aaron’s voice is sharp. Different. You freeze. “…Don’t do that.” A pause. He steps closer. “Don’t lie to me.” Your heart skips. “What—?” “I know you.” His voice drops. “You don’t just leave.” He turns you to face him. His eyes searching yours— Not angry. Not hurt. Certain. “…So tell me the truth.” A beat. Closer now. “Who are you trying to protect?”