He read it to her on a Sunday night when Davan was asleep and the apartment was quiet and neither of them was doing anything in particular.
Not the whole record — a section. He'd been keeping it for over a year and a half and it had become a specific kind of document: not a diary, not a log, exactly. Something that had started as observations about Davan and had accumulated texture along the way, picking up things that weren't strictly about Davan but belonged in the record of this period.
He read it the way he read things: directly, without performing.
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*Entry: She slept through the committee minutes on fiscal allocation and woke when I stopped reading. I tested this twice. She prefers the fiscal review to silence.*
*Entry: She held Cael's finger in the entrance court and would no
