Aaron’s POV “Lily,” I said. She stopped. “Have a seat.”Something was unusual about her.I had seen it Tuesday morning the instant she walked through that door. On the outside, she was the same. Composed. On time and professional in a way that never looked like effort even when I suspected it cost her something. But I felt she was somewhere else. The way she answered questions was different. Still correct and efficient but slower than usual. I saw it in the way she sat in the two calls we had that morning. Even though she took notes, her eyes moved to the window more often. And when she brought coffee during lunch and set it on my desk without a word I found myself speaking before I decided to. She turned and looked at me, then sat down. “Is everything alright?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “Everything is fine.”I asked about her mother and she gave a positive response but her face didn’t completely display that. “The Crestfield vote is at three,” I said. “Be ready.”She nodde
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