For a long moment, the house was silent.
“That didn’t go how you expected,” I said softly.
Jordan looked at me, calm as always.
“No,” he admitted. “But it was right.”
I exhaled slowly.
It wasn’t relief.
It wasn’t victory.
It was clarity.
The kind that comes when you finally stop pretending something is okay… when it never was.
The check still sat on the table.
Neither of us touched it.
