(Noah)
I picked up the folder and got back to work.
Cam was at the far end of the room with two laptops open in front of him. Dante was three chairs away with a stack of files beside him and his phone in his hand. The board on the wall had grown again since this morning.
None of it looked any different to me.
That was the problem. Crane was still Crane. Whitmore was still Whitmore. We were closer than we'd been yesterday, but not close enough for me.
The ring was gone.
I hadn't realized how much space that thing occupied until it wasn't there anymore. Weeks of looking at her hand and seeing a reason to stop. A reason to wait.
Now it was gone.
I'd pushed before. I'd challenged it more than once. But when it finally came off, that decision had been hers.
That mattered.
More than I
