The moment happened because no one planned it.That was what unsettled Lillian most afterward.It began with silence, the rare kind that did not demand conversation. Night had settled over Celestine Heights in layers, the city distant and muted beyond the glass. Nathaniel stood by the window, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, posture unguarded in a way he never allowed during daylight hours. Lillian sat at the small table behind him, reviewing a document he had asked her to read. Not as his wife. As his partner.She finished the last page and set it aside. “You could have pushed back harder,” she said quietly.Nathaniel turned. “I know.”“You did not.”“I c
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