A few days earlier, Ravyn had received a call from Gray, the kind of call that seemed casual at first but carried far more weight than either of them acknowledged right away.
Gray didn't just talk. He sent videos, clips from the launch of MindNest.
The lights, the crowd, the energy, the kind of success that didn't just happen by chance but by careful planning and relentless effort. Every frame carried Seraphine's presence, her confidence, the way everything seemed to revolve around her without her even trying to force it.
Ravyn watched, and with every second that passed, something bitter settled deeper in his chest.
"Even if we wanted to invest," he said finally, his voice low, almost rough around the edges, "she wouldn't have allowed it. We made our choices, and this is the result."
There was no anger in his tone, just acceptance.
