He closed the folder.

“We can move deliberately, Claire.

Deciding not to tolerate this is different from having every document ready tonight.”

Through the window, I could see Ethan kneeling beside Noah’s castle.

He was holding two walls together while Noah pushed a tab into place.

They were both concentrating so hard that neither noticed us watching.

“Don’t make this larger than it needs to be,” I told Howard.

“I won’t.”