Elijah POV He had always believed that proximity was something that could be controlled. Distance was simple. You create it. You maintain it. You enforce it. That had been his approach in every aspect of his life. People were placed where they needed to be. Interactions were measured. Attachments were unnecessary, and therefore, removable. It had worked. For years. For everything. Until now. He noticed the shift before he acknowledged it. At first, it appeared in small ways. Unimportant ones. Or at least, that was how he classified them. He stayed longer in the house than required. He adjusted his schedule without documenting it. He found himself checking on her condition directly instead of relying solely on reports. Individually, none of it was significant. Collectively It formed a pattern. And he did not ignore patterns. A month had passed. Thirty-one days of presence. Of routine that was not originally part of his design. Of observ
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