I stood in the room with the severed thread still resonating in my hands and Calla's exhale filling the quiet and Crane's satisfaction sitting in my chest like a splinter I had just realized was never Calla's.
It was mine.
He had wanted the dissolution.
He had planned for it.
I turned and went to the door.
"Nora." Calla's voice, barely above a whisper. "It is quiet. I did not know how loud it was until it stopped."
"I know," I said. "Your father is outside. When you are ready."
I opened the door.
Caden was in the corridor with his phone in his hand and Rowan beside him and Soren just behind them. All three of them had the specific expression of people who have just received information that has changed the shape of the next several hours.
"What happened?" I said.
Caden looked at
