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Evan stands a feet away, motionless, arms folded behind his back, shoulders squared, looking exactly like a man who'd been carved from granite and taught only to glare. I stare at the stack again, then at another stack, then at another. My eyes are starting to hurt. Who willingly does this? I pick up one report. Put it down. Pick up another. Put that one down too. Nothing makes sense. Numbers. Dates. Signatures. More numbers. "How do people even understand this?" I mutter. "They read it.” “Oh, I didn't know that?” I roll my eyes. “And you know to read?” “Yes.” I stare at him. “This?”

I look at the photograph on my phone. I zoom in to the bottom of the document. And there, in the original hand, below the names and the fullbond notation, one additional line. Not three words. Not four. Seven. She kept going and so will they all. I read it. I read it again. The kitchen is very quiet. Corvin reads it over my shoulder. Lucian reads it. Mara reads it when I hold the phone up. Bren reads it when I set the phone on the table facing her.

As if he was worried about something. Ryan unwrapped the paper so he could read it for Dabria and Zeus. His eyes widened as he read the whole content in the paper first. His eyes glowed red in anger. "What is it, Ryan? Read it out loud." Zeus asked Ryan in a low tone as he saw Ryan shaking with anger. Ryan shook his head as he walked towards the throne stone. He presented the paper to Zeus as he didn't find it comfortable to read it out loud. Then he turned to look at the ministers.

I whisper my own name. I read the prenup. Page by page. Line by line. The words are small, dense. I read slowly, carefully. I read each condition, each clause, each provision. I read the fine print. I read the margins. I read the footnotes. I read the appendices. I read everything.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨... 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙩...

It read. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

By the time we had gotten up and ready most of the tents had been taken down, as we stood watching the commotion for a moment a wolf came up to us, "Good morning sirs, madams, your breakfast is waiting over there by that fire," he said pointing "Oooo breakfast," Lanna said pushing her way over to the food, "Errr well, yes ill be taking your tent down before we all set off," the wolf said snapping his fingers to get the attention of two other wolves, he then bowed to us and got to work taking our tent down.

Network notation. Lena crossed to the table and read it. We waited. Fen and I at the door. Naya slightly behind us. Lena read for four minutes. Then she read it again. Then she stood with her hands flat on the table, looking at the document, not reading anymore, just being present with what she'd received. She turned around.

They sat. He pushed the printed page across the table. Caden picked it up. Aria leaned in beside him and they read it together and he watched their expressions move through the same sequence he had moved through at four in the morning. Recognition. Processing. The particular stillness that preceded understanding something that could not be ununderstood.