Adam and Kazi

I heard his laugh before I saw her, and I already knew - that loose, unguarded version of it, the one I'd never once heard him aim at me. I found him with my eyes and there he was, all six feet six of him tilted toward Cathie like she was the only thing in the room worth standing near, his sharp eyes tracking her face with an attention I had spent three years quietly starving for. Something in my chest didn't break. It just went still. I set his coffee down on the bench - oat milk, no sugar, memorized without him ever asking - and walked away.