Sophia's POV
Two weeks passed the way weeks were supposed to pass. Ordinary. Full but not urgent.
I split my time between the estate and the small lab space Knight the funding body had arranged, which turned out to be twenty minutes from Enough, close enough that Damien and I had already started planning weekends there without discussing it as a plan, just an assumption we both shared.
The foundation launched quietly. No press conference, no gala. Just a website and an application process and Elijah drafting the legal structure with the same care he gave everything.
The first grant went to a woman named Priya, twenty six years old, who had walked out of a marriage two months ago with nothing and had a design portfolio she hadn't touched in three years because her husband told her it wa
