~Leo’s~

“You keep trying to fix things by holding tighter. But maybe the only real fix is letting go.”

Leo’s standing at the edge of Reo’s study. The room smells like old books, bourbon, and barely-held-in emotions. There’s a dim desk lamp misbehaving beside stacks of documents, divorce papers included. Reo’s standing near the window, back turned and head low like a soldier before a firing squad.

“I didn’t bring you here for riddles,” Reo mutters, raspy. “I asked you to sign off on the property clause. Jennie needs a safe place if she wants out. I’m giving her that.”

Leo exhales sharply and steps inside. “Then why do you...