Nevara
By the time I reached Thoren’s office, the weight of the morning had begun to settle into something more manageable. Grief still lingered, pressing against my chest with every step, but it was no longer paralyzing. Instead, it had transformed into purpose.
Michelle deserved more than tears.
She deserved to be honored properly.
I had just rounded the corner leading to the office when I nearly collided with Thoren and Kael as they stepped into the corridor. Kael walked beside him, fully dressed and looking remarkably well considering everything he had endured, but not so well that I missed the faint stiffness in the way he carried himself. He was upright, alert, and trying very hard to look like nothing had happened, but there was still a trace of strain around his eyes that hadn’
