Because you, I’m told, read paper for a living.”

I hadn’t, not in six years.

But I was beginning to remember that I once had.

Chapter 9 — Mediation

My silence at mediation made Cassian smug, which was exactly what I needed it to do.

Sylvie came with him, and she swept into that beige little conference room wearing my grandmother’s diamond bracelet on her wrist — the one piece of my family I had left, which Cassian must have taken from the house and given to her like a party favor.