Chapter 23
She looked at the blank sheet for a long moment. She had said hard things in her life. She had delivered impossible news to families, had lied convincingly to people who would have killed her if the lie cracked, had talked a panicking asset off a ledge in a language she barely spoke. She knew how to find words under pressure. This was harder than any of it. Because there was no version of this message that did not hurt him. She picked up the pen. Vincent, she wrote. Then stopped. Marcus, reading the stillness of her shoulders, stepped back toward the door. "I'll be in the hall," he said. "Take the time you need." He went. Kira turned pointedly back to her transmissions, giving Aurora the privacy of a room where the other person had simply stopped paying attention. Aurora wrote. Vi
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