It passed on a Tuesday.
Of course it did.
Tuesdays had a pattern in this story — the ring, the proposal, Damien's question, the Minister's call, the soup place two streets over. Tuesdays were when things became real.
He found out the way he found out most things: Juno texted first.
IT'S LAW
Then seventeen seconds of silence.
Then: SEREN
Then: SEREN IT'S LAW
He was at his desk.
The floor was doing its ordinary Tuesday morning thing — assistants, executives, the familiar machinery of thirty-one floors of a company that had been running since before Seren arrived and would keep running after.
He read Juno's messages.
Put his phone face down.
Picked it up.
Read them again.
Priya appeared at the edge of his desk.
She placed a single printed page in front of him.
