The lease was 37 pages long, which felt personal. They were all crammed around the dining table, except Mateo, who was pacing, and Alex, who was upside down on the couch like gravity might offer insight. “I swear this wasn’t here before,” Paige said, flipping pages with surgical precision. “This addendum—‘Behavioral Compliance Clause.’ That is not standard.” Jonah rubbed his temples.