We decided to move first.
It was not the obvious choice. The obvious choice — the one that survival instinct and three lifetimes of painful lessons had carved into me — was to wait. To gather more information. To build more certainty. To ensure every piece was in place before committing to a direction that could not easily be reversed.
In most of my lives, that caution had served me well.
In two of them, it had been the thing that killed me. Not action, but the gap between action and inaction. The moment when Min Wei had moved and I had not yet finished deciding whether to.
I was not going to make that mistake in this life.
