POV: Nora I went to see Aria that evening like Elias said. The penthouse was quieter than I expected. No lawyers, no security visible, just a housekeeper who let me in and pointed toward the living room where Elias was on the floor with Aria between his legs, stacking soft blocks and knocking them down every time she reached for them. She was laughing. The kind of laugh that comes from somewhere whole and uncomplicated, the laugh of a child who has no idea how many adults have fought over her existence. I stood in the doorway and watched them and felt something move through me that was not simple enough to name. Elias looked up. He didn't say anything, just moved slightly to make space, and I sat on the floor a few feet away and Aria looked at me with the focused assessment she always used when reestablishing recognition, and then she held out a block in my direction. I took it. She laughed again. We sat like that for a while, the three of us on the floor, and I thought about so
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