Lucas did not plan the moment.That was important to him.If he planned it, he would shape it. If he shaped it, he would manage the outcome. And if he managed the outcome, it would stop being honest.So he waited.The evening arrived quietly, the way most meaningful things had lately. Sofia finished late at the office, her steps measured but unhurried when she entered the apartment. She set her bag down, kicked off her shoes, and paused when she noticed the table.Not dressed. Not staged. Just cleared.Two glasses of water. A single folder. No candles.She looked at Lucas.“You’re serious,” she s
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