They chose the morning.Not because it was symbolic, but because it was quiet in a way evenings no longer were. The city had not yet fully decided what it wanted from the day. Light moved slowly across the room, unambitious and forgiving.Lillian woke first.She did not lie still out of habit. She lay still because there was nothing she needed to prepare for. No words to rehearse. No outcome to anticipate. The decision had already been made.Nathaniel woke moments later, sensing rather than hearing the shift beside him. He turned toward her, eyes still unfocused, and smiled faintly.“Now,” he said, more statement than question.“Yes,” she replied.
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