I signed the addendum on a Sunday morning.
PNot because I had stopped thinking about it. Not because the questions I had been turning over in the dark for the past week had resolved themselves into anything clean or comfortable. I signed it because I had made a list, the way I always made lists when I needed to see a thing clearly, and the list had told me, in its honest and irritating way, that the reasons to stay outweighed the reasons to go, and not all of those reasons were about money anymore.
I didn't tell Lucien that last part.
I photographed the signed document and sent it to Cassian, who replied within the minute with a single line: Good. Dinner tonight, 7 PM. Victor and Cassian only. Bring nothing. Just yourself.
Just yourself. As if that were a simple thing.
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