The silence that followed Killian’s words did not break; it had transformed into something heavier than absence, something that pressed against the walls of the room, against breath, against thought. Seraphina felt it most where she sat, holding Maya, who was still asleep in her arms, as if the sentence Killian had spoken had settled directly into her bones and refused to move.Maya shifted slightly in her sleep, unaware that something irreversible had just been spoken over her future. Seraphina instinctively tightened her hold—not out of fear of loss, but from the awareness that protection was no longer a passive state, but a decision with consequences attached. Killian stood a few steps away, still facing them but no longer fully present in the room; his attention had already moved somewhere farther ahead, through outcomes that had not yet arrived. That was what frightened Seraphina more than the words themselves—not that he had chosen, but that he had already begun living
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