(Kaelen)
I find him at breakfast.
Not the gentle version of finding him — I come into the kitchen with Seraphine's words still sitting in my chest where I've been carrying them for the last hour, and he looks up from his coffee and reads my face in the half-second before I say anything and puts his cup down.
"Where is the folder," I say.
He's still for a moment. "Kaelen—"
"High shelf. Behind the pack records." I watch his face do something careful. "She told me. Last night she went through the study and she found it and she told me this morning." I hold his gaze. "I want to see it."
He stands. Slowly. The way he moves when he's decided to be deliberate. "Sit down."
"I don't want to sit down."
"I know. Sit down anyway."
I pull out the stool at the counter island because it's there
