The contract was not Dante's idea.
That was the first thing he told Livia, which immediately made her suspicious.
They sat in the glass house's library the following afternoon, across from each other at a long table that looked designed for negotiations rather than reading. Beyond the windows, the garden glowed under a soft gray sky. Noah was upstairs with Clara, who had promised to help him build a cardboard fortress and had then quietly requested three rolls of tape, a box cutter, and emotional support.
Livia rested both hands on the table and stared at the folder Dante had placed between them.
— If this is not your idea, why are you the one putting it in front of me?
— Because my lawyer suggested it and my first instinct was to reject anything involving signatures near you. Then I
