The Shape of Permanence

Chapter 276. The Wedding Conversation, Sort Of.

DONOVAN

We were on our way home from the dinner, Rafael and Sienna's small announcement still settling into something warm in my chest, when Caspian said, without much preamble, "Did that feel like a benchmark to you, or am I imagining it?"

Brooks was asleep in the back seat, the specific deep collapse of a four-year-old who'd run out of fuel mid