The corner of his mouth lifted faintly.
“Today is more than I expected.”
They walked in the garden because Clara did not want the bedroom, the boardroom, or the old rooms full of tests between them.
The roses had been cut back for the season.
The fountains were quiet.
The air smelled of wet earth.
Sebastian told her everything she asked.
No decoration.
No self-pity.
How the prosthetics were made.
How many people knew.
How much he had manipulated.
How much he regretted.
How much of the first year had been test and how much had become trust before he had the courage to admit it.
Clara listened.
