Aiden's POV
I stared at Summer in silence, my mind telling me one thing—he let her leave.
"You didn't escape," I said, my voice calm and distant. "He let you leave."
Summer's eyes narrowed slightly. "What?"
I leaned back, folding my arms over my chest. "That was too easy for someone to call an escape."
She frowned, processing my words. "You think he wanted me to leave?"
"I think if he didn't, you wouldn't be sitting here right now."
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, but she quickly masked it. "Well, if that's the case, why?"
"That's the real question." I exhaled. "And until we figure that out, I don't trust it."
Summer didn't argue. Neither did Marian.
The weight of unspoken thoughts lingered in the air, pressing down on all of us. I could see Summer replaying everything in her mind, searching for a reason, a clue—anything that could explain Cristóbal's actions. But nothing made sense. And that was what bothered me the most.
