REMI'S POV
Marcus found out first, by accident, on Thursday morning.
He came for the biweekly operational catch-up that he called a brief check-in and that had been a standing necessity for seventeen years. He came in while I was at the kitchen island, pre-correspondence, ring visibly on my hand.
Marcus is observant. Not as a minor quality — as the defining one. The man notices everything and deploys approximately forty percent of what he notices. The rest is held in reserve.
He sat at the island. Looked at my hand. Looked at Dax, who had come in from his office.
"Congratulations," Marcus said.
Dax looked at my hand, then at Marcus. "I hadn't—"
"No," Marcus agreed, with perfect serenity. He poured himself coffee from the pot without being asked, because he had been coming to this ki
