Ronan found her that night, long after most of the building had emptied out, sitting alone on the same terrace where he'd almost kissed her weeks earlier. The city stretched out below them, quiet and glittering, and for a moment neither of them said anything at all.
"You left work early," he said, settling into the space beside her. "I looked for you after the meeting with my father ended."
"I needed air." Ivy kept her eyes on the skyline, unable to look at him just yet. "I've been thinking about what to say to you all day."
"You can tell me anything." His voice was gentle, patient in a way that made her chest ache with guilt. "Whatever it is, Ivy, I'm not going anywhere."
She took a slow breath, steadying herself the way her father had taught her to do before difficult conversations,
