LUCA'S POV
The last SUV cleared the gates and took the convoy out with it, and that was it. Three days, gone.
Logan came up beside me with a coffee and kept his face carefully back.
"She's gone."
"I know."
"Summit's over."
All around us they'd already started taking it down. Workers pulling the banners off the entrance columns, folding the tables, stacking the chairs. A delegate wheeled a luggage cart past and didn't look up. The whole place was going back to ordinary, quick and clean, nobody stopping to mark that it had ended.
Across the lot, Ralph still had a knot of investors around him. Jacket off, folder open, his finger down on something on the page. One of them laughed. Ralph smiled back — easy, open, giving that laugh exactly what it asked for.
I'd watched Anna smile at him
