Emily’s POV

I brought him coffee at 7:15am after denying yesterday I had nothing to tell him.

Black coffee with no sugar, made specifically for him.

He was at his desk when I came in, scrolling through his phone, reading something that he set face-down when I entered.

That gesture used to feel like consideration, but now I catalogued it the way I catalogued everything.

“You’re up early,” he said.

“Couldn’t sleep past six.” I set the cup down within easy reach and ...