Kieran I woke before she did, which wasn't unusual, except that for once I didn't reach for my phone or start running through the day's obligations before my eyes were fully open. I just watched her sleep, her hand loose against the pillow where mine had been an hour earlier, and let myself feel something I didn't have a lot of practice naming. She stirred eventually, found me watching, and didn't look away or make a joke to cover it, which told me how far we'd actually come. "You look like you're bracing for bad news," she said, voice still thick with sleep. "I'm not." "You've got the face you make in council meetings. The one where you're deciding how much of the truth to give someone." I hadn't realized I had a face for that until she said it, which meant she'd been paying closer attention to me than I'd been paying to myself. "My mother left when I was six," I said. It came out plainer than I meant it to, no lead-up, no careful framing, just the fact sitting between us in t
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