The morning after the workshop briefing arrived with a calm that wrapped itself around Violet before she even opened her eyes. She lay still for a few seconds, becoming aware of the slow rise and fall of her chest and the steady hum of the city far below. Her mind didn’t scatter. Her thoughts didn’t collide. Everything eased into focus with a gentleness she didn’t have to negotiate.

She slipped out of bed and walked toward the kitchen, her steps quiet against the floor. The apartment carried the faint scent of roasted coffee. It wasn’t strong, just a trace that lingered in the air like an invitation.

Bryan stood near...