Darren's Pov I called Stella first thing in the morning, before I could talk myself out of it, before the doubt sitting under my ribs had a chance to grow any louder than it already was."I might have found something," I said, the second she picked up."What kind of something?" Careful hope in her voice, the kind she'd been rationing out for weeks now, afraid to spend too much of it at once.I told her. The grant, the amount, the foundation, all of it, leaving out only the part about goodwill toward the Icebulls and vague future transfers, because saying it out loud made it feel heavier than I wanted it to feel this early in the morning.Silence for a second on her end. "That's — Darren, that's more than enough. That's everything we need.""I know.""So what's the problem?" She could always hear it in my voice, the thing underneath whatever I was actually saying. "You don't sound happy about this."I hesitated, staring out the kitchen window at nothing. "There are strings. Not huge o
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