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Zander’s POV.

I stood up suddenly, the legs of the chair scraping loudly against the floor as it slid back. The sound echoed in the quiet room, but I didn’t care. My movements were fast and sharp, driven by the urgency growing inside me. I turned toward the door, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination.

“Zander,” my father called after me, his voice steady but firm