LUCA’S POV
Felicia called twice before I even made it to the office.
I saw the missed calls and my thumb quit moving, right there mid-scroll, like the phone had gone heavier in my hand than a phone's got any business being. I set it face-down on the desk.
Didn't call back. Didn't look at it again until the reports were done — border checks, the northern supply numbers, a water complaint from one of the eastern families that had been sitting in the queue two weeks because nobody had bothered to go out and look at it.
I signed what needed signing. Sent Logan out to handle the water himself instead of letting it rot in a folder another week.
By noon the desk looked like it belonged to a man doing his job.
Lucy came in with two cups of coffee. She set one down in front of me and kept th
