(Kealen)
I found it on a rainy Sunday.
Not looking for it. That was always how it went with things that mattered — you weren't looking and they appeared anyway, making themselves known in the specific way of things that had been waiting for the right moment.
Kiara was down for her afternoon nap. Lara had taken herself to the south garden with a book, claiming she needed quiet, which was her way of giving us the afternoon. Theron was in a call with the Ironwood contact — follow-up on the trade terms, something that was going well and would therefore be discussed at length because good outcomes were apparently just as worth dissecting as difficult ones.
The house had that Sunday quality. Slow. Breathing.
I went to the study to look for a pen.
Just a pen. The cup on his desk was empty a
