(Fionn misses Kiara)
Emma didn't move.
She remained by the window, arms still folded, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass. The city outside carried on as usual—cars passing, people walking, life unfolding without pause. But inside that room, everything had shifted.
Brendan stepped forward slightly, but he didn't close the distance completely. He knew better than that. Pushing Emma too far, too fast, would only make her shut down again.
"You said you'd listen," he reminded her, his tone calm but firm.
"I said I'd listen," Emma corrected without turning. "I didn't say I'd agree."
Juliette crossed her arms, leaning lightly against the edge of a chair. "That's fine," she said. "We're not asking for blind agreement."
Emma let out a quiet breath, almost like a tired laugh. "Good," she murmured. "Because if you were, you'd already be out that door."
