The unburned page sat on the hearthstone between them, one corner blackened, the rest untouched, as if the fire itself had decided to leave something behind for her to find.
Mia crouched and picked it up before Kade could stop her — not that he tried. He simply watched, that same hollow, faraway look still on his face, as if the page belonged to someone else's crisis rather than his own.
It was a page from the file. She recognized the clinical language immediately, the same careful phrasing she'd read in Marcus Ashford's records two floors below Ashford Enterprises. Episodes of lost time. Behavioral changes noted. Elders recommend discretion. Except this page had a name at the top that wasn't Marcus's.
It was Kade's.
"You didn't burn all of it," she said quietly.
"I don't know what I
