Modric’s POV
Mary Ann moved into the guest suite across from my bedroom before midnight.
I heard every part of it.
The servants carried her clothes through the corridor in careful silence. Greta directed them in a low voice, reminding everyone that the Luna needed rest. Boxes of reports followed, then a small writing desk, several books, and the framed wedding portrait that had once been removed from the main rooms.
I stood inside my bedroom with the door partly open, watching without appearing to watch.
Mary Ann arrived last.
She carried one folder beneath her arm and wore the same dress from the argument near the Luna office. Her expression remained calm, but exhaustion surrounded her. She did not look toward my room when she entered the guest suite.
Greta paused beside her.
“Wou
