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CHAPTER 24: THE MORNING AFTER EVERYTHING CHANGED
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2026-06-28 20:03:02She woke early on Friday to the specific sound of rain against the east wing windows and the smell of coffee already made, and lay for a moment in the particular warmth of a morning that had, almost imperceptibly, become different from every morning before it.
She had not moved her things to another room. Nothing so dramatic as that, not yet, though she suspected the conversation was coming and that it would be, when it arrived, straightforward and practical and entirely characteris
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