The Aerie was half-empty.Boxes lined the walls. Books stacked in neat piles. Clothes folded and waiting. The city glowed beyond the windows, indifferent to the quiet chaos of packing.Nerissa stood in the middle of the living room, a box in her hands, surveying the space. She had lived here once, a lifetime ago, when she was running from Zane, from her past, from everything. Now she was leaving it behind again.She did not mind.The Aerie had been a sanctuary. But it was not home. Home was with Vance. Home was where Maya would be.She heard him in the bedroom, moving boxes, his footsteps steady on the hardwood floor. He had insisted on packing himself, or rather, he had let her insist on packing herself. She had told him, "I am not used to being Mrs. Blackwood, served by people about my necessities." He had smiled and said, "Then pack. I will help."So she packed. They could just leave casually and left everything as it was. The servant would made sure to pack everything neatly and tr
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