SKY’S POV
Fifty minutes. Folder closed. No lingering at the door.
That had become the shape of Thursday’s session for weeks now, and I’d learned to expect it the same way I’d learned to expect a shot from a certain angle — not liking it, just knowing it was coming.
“You’ve been quieter in here,” Amira said, a few minutes in. “More than usual.”
“Nothing to report. Series is going fine.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
I looked at her. “You created the distance. I’m just living inside it.”
Her face changed, quick, controlled. “That’s fair.”
We sat with that a moment, the silence between us carrying a different weight than it once did. It had been companionable, two people comfortable enough to let quiet exist without filling it. Now it felt like standing on opposite sides of a door neit
