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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
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2026-04-05 10:42:47RILEY
Three.
I wrote it on a Post-it note and stuck it to the edge of the bathroom mirror and then took it down because that was insane and put it in the kitchen drawer instead. Then I took it out of the kitchen drawer and wrote it in my notebook in the middle of a paragraph about a custom job I was planning and then crossed it out.
Three days.
I didn't think about why I kept noting it.
The morning was fine. Knox made eggs — there was apparently now a standing arrangement where he made eggs on weekday mornings because the twins had decided this was his job and he'd accepted the appointment — and Luna had commissioned him to braid her hair, which he was doing badly but with complete commitment, tongue slightly out, the way he got when he was concentrating on something delicate. It looked terrible. Luna looked at it in the mirror and said, "It's good," in a tone that indicated she knew it wasn't but had decided to protect his feelings, which she'd apparently also gotten from me.
Hunter was reading Knox a book about wolves. Not a children's book — an actual naturalist's guide that Hunter had gotten from the library and which I was fairly certain he was only partially reading and was mostly studying the diagrams. Knox was listening with the same focused attention he gave everything that came from Hunter, and Hunter kept pausing to check that Knox was still listening and Knox kept making sounds that confirmed he was.
I stood at the counter with my coffee and tried to remember what the mornings had looked like before this.
I couldn't quite.
Damien called at eight-forty-five to confirm their coffee. He wanted to clear the air, he said. Discuss the future, he said. I agreed because I needed to end it and I wanted to do it myself, cleanly, without it becoming another thing that happened to me.
Mara called at nine-twenty.
"The property transfer," she said. "The lien Damien filed. It's showing a complication — a secondary filing I don't recognize, registered two days ago. It has a legal mark on it that I don't know, some kind of notation, but the format is weird. Not standard."
"Send me a photo."
She sent it. I looked at it. Felt cold.
I knew that notation. Knox had shown me, three weeks ago, in the documents about Damien's debt — the specific formatting that rogue pack legal operations used to mark their instruments.
"I can't get access to the full document," Mara was saying. "I've tried three search engines and the registry won't pull it. I think it might be sealed."
"Okay." I kept my voice even. "I'll handle it. Thanks."
I put the phone down.
I was pulling on my jacket, heading to the door, when my phone rang again.
Knox.
"Where are the kids right now?" His voice was the completely calm voice, the one he used when something was wrong and he was moving anyway.
My stomach went cold.
"At preschool," I said. "Why."
Silence. Two seconds. Possibly the longest two seconds of my life.
"Get to the school. Now. Don't ask me why right now, just go."
I was already out the door.
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