SERA
“It is done.”
Priya said it from across the kitchen table with her hands around a mug and the expression of someone who had been waiting to say those two words for a very long time and was discovering that saying them felt different from how she had imagined.
“Most of it,” Sera said.
“The hearing. The recordings. The charges formally filed. Faust in custody with no bail. The patent restoration permanent.” Priya tilted her head. “What part of that is not done.”
“The trial itself. The civil proceedings. The research fund establishment.” Sera looked at her mug. “The admissibility hearing was one stage. There are more.”
“You know what I mean,” Priya said.
Sera did know.
The stage that had required everything across nine days was done. The evidentiary foundation was built and filed
