The calm Sebastian habitually wore like a cloak evaporated, and his hands curled to fists before he forced them to relax.
She was going back to school. Going back on everything she’d said. When push came to shove, when it was time for her to actually stand up for herself and confront her father, she couldn’t escape conditioning. All her talk about the therapy program, about expansion, research, and funding, was nothing more than Laurel spinning dreams so she wouldn’t have to think about going back to school. But clearly, even if she didn’t want the law, she wanted her parents’ approval more than she wanted their dream. She was leaving, exactly as he’d known she would.
He couldn’t stay here, couldn’t just act like everything was fine and she hadn’t just ripped his heart out. Fixing what h
