"What are your thoughts?" she asked him when she felt his silence settle in the room like dust.
Silence just smiled. A small, infuriating curve of lips that told her nothing. Then he collected all the documents and property deeds she had placed on the table between them.
They had been discussing for five hours. Five hours of clauses, assets, companies, and fail-safes. Not one word about how they would feel after she left them without a word.
Not one word about the hole she was about to carve in all their lives.
His eyes dropped to the top document in his hand.
It was a property transfer. And the incorporation papers for a new company. For Dylan.
He tapped it twice with his index finger, the sound sharp in the quiet.
"How sure are you he would study law?" he asked.
They had lived more than two lifetimes.
Fought beside each other. Fought against each other. Died for each other and because of each other.
