The workplace went back to its normal routine behind them, happy, sure, and silently reshaping itself around a fact it thought it had always known.
Zana slept in the stroller, utterly committed to it, her small body folded into itself with the complete trust of a child who believed the world would wait, the canopy drawn low to shield her from the office lights and the steady hum of work moving beyond the glass walls. Willow adjusted the blanket once more before stepping back, not because it was necessary but because the act anchored her, her fingers lingering just long enough to acknowledge what she was leaving behind without allowing herself to hesitate.
Zane had already returned to work.
