Nadia's POV
The morning after was ordinary.
That was the first thing I noticed. No awkwardness, no recalibration, no looking at each other sideways trying to figure out what had shifted. Julian made coffee, I fed Elise, he made toast, I stole half of it without asking, and he made more without commenting.
Ordinary. Like it had always been this way.
Which, I suppose, in the version of us we were building, it had. Priya noticed at work on Wednesday.
Not because I said anything. Because she looked at me across the conference table during the South Asia briefing, and her expression changed in the specific way it did when she'd processed a data point.
After the meeting, she fell into step beside me. "Something happened," she said. "We're withdrawing the divorce filing." "I knew that alrea
