Damon's POV
He held it together in the hall, All four hours of it.
Through Sable's testimony, the vote record and the directive read aloud in Vassin's thin carrying voice. The forty minute deliberation and the finding and the gavel.
He held it the whole time and throughout the journey back home
He made it to the kitchen.
Stood at the counter.
And then he put both hands flat on the surface and breathed out and let everything out.
All of it.
Four months of Callum. Twenty years of trust and four months of betrayal.
Eve found him there.
Stood beside him at the counter.
She didn't say anything, She Just stood there beside him. With the warmth of her hand on his back
He straightened up.
Looked at her.
"It's done," he said.
"It's done," she said.
He looked at her face.
At the woman who had stood in that hall and watched twenty years of architecture come down.
"You okay," he said.
"Yes," she said. "You?"
"Getting there," he said.
She put her arm around him briefly.
