For a moment after Celia spoke, the small records room did not move.
Sheila's eyes shifted to Liam first. Edith's followed a heartbeat later, sharper and more assessing. Felix looked up from his notes with his stylus frozen between two lines. Celia kept her posture composed, but her gaze also settled on Liam, waiting to see whether he would deny it, explain it, or treat the detail as unimportant.
Asher was the only exception.
He leaned back against the wall, sighed, and rolled his eyes as if the room had finally reached the most irritating part of the report. "There it is."
Edith looked at Celia. "What do you mean by recognition?"
