SKY’S POV
“Sky,” she said again, quieter this time, like she wasn’t sure I’d actually respond to it.
“Hey.” It came out rougher than I meant it to, four days of silence sitting behind one syllable. “Didn’t expect to run into you here.”
“I was just leaving. Wrapping up some things.” She adjusted the bag on her shoulder, files shifting inside it. “I heard about the transition. I’m sorry it happened the way it did. Effective immediately, no warning to either of us.”
“Reyes fought it.”
“I know. He told me.” Her face changed, quick, unguarded in a way I hadn’t seen from her in weeks. “It wasn’t enough.”
“No.”
We stood there a moment, the hallway empty around us except for the hum of the overhead lights and the distant sound of the ice plant somewhere behind the walls. Four days of sile
