The baby moved once. Only once.It was a tiny flutter beneath my hand, almost too brief to trust, yet it changed the room more effectively than Edwin Mercer’s files, Arthur’s letter, or the threat of a stolen archive.For a few seconds, every adult who had been speaking in the language of dead men, medical records, corporate subsidiaries and old secrets became quiet enough to remember that life was happening in front of them.Daniel’s hand rested over mine, small and warm and careful. Lucian’s hand covered both of ours. I could feel his breath beside me, uneven for once, as though that tiny movement had taken him somewhere private and unguarded. Even Kieran stood still, looking at the place where our hands met, and for the first time since he entered the brownstone, his expression did not look like strategy.It looked like loss.I did not have space to pity him.The moment passed, as moments always did.Daniel slowly drew his hand away first, though his eyes remained on my stomach. “T
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