Chapter 137: The Test Upstairs
Time moved strangely inside a family house.
Outside, hours had edges. Meetings began, contracts required signatures, calls interrupted other calls, and every minute could be measured by who wanted something and how expensive it would be to refuse. At home, especially in a house like the Blackwood residence, time had a way of spreading out until it no longer felt like anything. A person could waste half a day doing nothing in particular and only notice when the light through the windows changed.
It had the same useless softness as a weekend.
By late afternoon, Liora Voss had finally cleared the work that had been piling up for far too long. She leaned back in her chair and stretched, slow and unguarded, until the tension left her shoulders. A faint wetness gathered at the corners of her eyes from the motion, softening the sharpness of her gaze for a moment and giving her face an almost lazy beauty.
