LOGINThey met by accident.
At least, that was how it would be recorded if anyone ever bothered to ask.
Lillian had stepped away from a charity committee meeting earlier than planned, her head full and her patience thin. The venue overlooked a quiet stretch of the river where the city softened, glass towers giving way to water and stone. She told the driver to wait and walked instead, drawn by the need for air that was not filtered through expectation.
Elena was already there.
She stood near the railing, hands resting lightly on the cool metal, her posture relaxed in a way Lillian had never seen at a formal event. No entourage. No performance. Just Elena, watching the slow movement of water as if it might answer something she had not yet learned how to ask.







