Chapter 30: The Word That Didn't Land

Wren didn't sleep that night. She lay in the dark of the room that had become, without either of them fully deciding it, *their* room — his shirts in her closet, her boots by his side of the bed, a domesticity so unremarkable now that neither of them ever spoke of when it had started — and listened to Théo's breathing across the mattress and tried to decide whether the thing she'd heard on the bri...