Damien's POV
Saturday morning arrived differently.
Not quiet exactly. Just slower. Like the city outside had agreed to give us an extra hour before it became itself again.
I lay in bed and listened to it and thought about the night before.
Diana turning herself in. Remy's face when Carter put the document on the table. Lena walking out of the room with her phone and coming back with the specific expression of someone who had done something that cost them everything and the right thing at the same time.
Sophia was still asleep beside me.
I looked at her.
She had been very quiet on the drive back from the main room last night. Not the processing quiet. Something deeper than that. The kind of quiet that meant things were settling into their permanent places rather than being actively w
