The Braking Point

~Kaelen~

Breakfast was at six. Just us, a corner table, the hotel restaurant empty at that hour. We talked about nothing important, Leo's go-kart league, the Amsterdam office timeline, and whether the Burj Al Arab's coffee was as good as it thought it was. It was the most ordinary hour we had spent together, and it felt, inexplicably, like the most significant.

At seven thirty I told her where we