“No guardians.”
“No traceable identity.”
That created a different classification.
Not just unknown.
Unaccounted.
At breakfast, Emily was already waiting.
Not by the fountain.
At the table.
That alone shifted the system.
She had not done that in months.
Leo entered slowly.
Paused at the door.
Assessing.
Emily smiled.
Small.
But deliberate.
“Come.”
One word.
