The letter fell from his hands.Adrian didn't pick it up.He didn't cry either.He just went completely, terrifyingly still.Elara watched him.Say something, she thought. Yell. Break something. Do literally anything.He did nothing.He sat with his elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the letter on the floor, and didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't seem to breathe.The fire had burned low. Outside, the sky was that bruised color between deep night and almost-morning.The silence was worse than anything he could have said."Adrian."Nothing."Adrian."His eyes moved. Slowly. Like a man coming back from somewhere very far away.He looked at the letter on the floor.Then at his hands."He was one night away," Adrian said. His voice came out flat. Empty. Scraped clean of everything. "One night away from walking into that meeting and ending all of it. He had the evidence. He had the plan." He paused. "And Marcus pushed him."Elara didn't speak.Don't rush this, she told herself. You can't fix
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