"It is starting."Those two words followed me to bed, sat on my chest while I stared at the ceiling, and were still there when my alarm went off at six thirty like they had nowhere better to be.I had not slept well. Again. The hallway between our rooms had been quiet after Rhys left, no sounds through the wall, no phone calls, nothing. Just silence that felt heavier than the usual kind.I got dressed. Went downstairs.He was already in the kitchen. Coffee made, two cups, one on the counter in the spot that had quietly become mine over the last few weeks. He was looking at his phone, expression unreadable, jaw slightly tight in the way it went when something was pressing against him that he was not ready to address.He looked up when I came in."How bad," I said.He considered the question. "Not yet bad. About to be."I picked up my coffee. "What does he want?""To talk." Rhys put his phone face-down on the counter. "My father does not call at ten thirty at night to make plans for the
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