JADEN’S POVIt started as a normal enough breakfast.Sunday morning. Clara had made something with eggs and herbs that smelled better than most things had a right to smell at seven thirty in the morning. The coffee was ready when I came downstairs. Olivia was already at the table, both hands around her mug, looking out the window with the particular quality she had on Sunday mornings of being somewhere slightly internal while also being present.I sat across from her.We ate.The conversation moved through its ordinary Sunday version. Her father, who had been asking about the investigation with the specific curiosity of a man who understood more of its significance than he let on. Something Clara had said the previous day about a market she wanted to visit. The gardener’s plans for the south wall of the grounds.Ordinary things.And then.I do not know exactly what prompted it. Something about the quality of the morning, perhaps. The specific ease of the conversation. The fact that Th
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