She had not meant to fall asleep.This was the first thing she understood when she woke, before she understood where she was, before she understood the quality of the light or the specific weight across her shoulders or the fact that something was different from how she'd left it, she understood that she had not meant to fall asleep, had not planned for it, had simply crossed the threshold without noticing the way you crossed it when you had been tired for longer than you'd admitted.She had come to the library after dinner.Not the formal dinner, that had been two nights ago, the Meridian Club, the navy dress, the car ride home and the question that was still sitting between them like something that had taken up residency. Tonight had been quiet, the penthouse in its midweek register, Alexander working late in the study, Sarah gone at seven, the rooms settling into the specific stillness of an evening that required nothing. She had eaten something small in the kitchen and had taken h
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