Lena's POV
I saw the light under his door at two-fourteen in the morning.
I'd been up for the bathroom, Dr. Adaeze had warned me about this specific development, had described it with the particular professional warmth of someone delivering information that was genuinely inconvenient and wanted to acknowledge the inconvenience even while being factual about it. The third trimester and its relationship with my bladder had become one of the more reliable features of my nights, and I was padding back down the corridor in the dark when I noticed it.
A thin line of gold along the floor outside Damien's study.
I stood there for a moment.
Every reasonable instinct said: keep walking. He's working. He's always working. This is simply what Damien does at two in the morning the same way other p
