The convergence returned without residue.
That was the first thing Seraphina confirmed.
No lag.
No distortion.
No instability in the four-strand braid.
The system did not show evidence of interruption.
It behaved as if nothing had occurred.
That, more than the event itself, made it impossible to ignore.
Because Seraphina knew—precisely, without speculation—that something had.
She stood in the doorway to the garden.
Did not step forward.
Did not interrupt.
Arvella and Lucas were still there.
Position unchanged.
Selena between them.
The configuration held the same shape as it had before the disruption.
Except now—
It meant something different.
Arvella sensed her first.
Not through the convergence.
Through awareness.
“You felt it,” Arvella said.
Seraphina inclined her he
