Chapter 29
The following day arrived without announcement. Nothing felt different when I woke. Nothing in the city suggested that the previous evening deserved special treatment from the world around it. Traffic moved beneath my apartment window. People hurried toward obligations that had nothing to do with mine. Somewhere a siren sounded and faded into distance. Life continued, and I found myself thinking briefly about dinner from the previous evening, not because it had changed anything, but because it had clarified something. For months Caden had existed almost entirely within the boundaries of conference rooms, negotiations, contracts, and carefully measured exchanges conducted beneath the weight of the Blackwell name. The evening had not transformed him into someone else. It had simply remin
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