Book 2 | Under Different Skies
He never called it anything.
Not the way she stayed behind after meetings, or how his decisions began to wait for her input before becoming final. Not even the quiet habit of noticing when she wasn't there.
To Aue Paul Emerson, everything had a reason. Everything had a function. People were variables, and presence was just part of efficiency.
Wyn Delainey Caspian was no exception-at least, that was what he told himself.
Until absence started to feel louder than presence.
And a simple question, sent without urgency or meaning, began to sound like something else entirely:
What weather is it today?
Under different skies, they learned the same truth in different ways-
some things are not meant to be named while they are happening.