Peace never announces when it’s about to end.
It just… fractures.
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The morning had started unlike any other. Aaron left Elara in bed not without giving her a forehead kiss and dropping a little note to let her know he had an emergency meeting he couldn’t afford to miss in his office.
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Aaron sat in his office, reviewing documents he hadn’t fully read.
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His mind wasn’t on work.
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Not lately.
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It had been on her.
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On last night.
On the way Elara laughed more now.
On the way she didn’t hesitate before speaking.
On the way she looked at him—
like she saw him.
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A soft knock came at the door.
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“Come in,” Aaron said.
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His assistant stepped in, hesitant.
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“Sir there’s… something you need to see,” she said carefully.
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Aaron frowned slightly.
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“What is it?”
