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Elena POVI woke up to knocking sounds on my bedroom door and for a second I forgot where I was, thought maybe I was back in my old flat, but then I remembered and everything came crashing back."Elena." Adrian's voice came through the door. "Get dressed and come out."I sat up and rubbed my eyes, my whole body aching from lying awake all night thinking about the crying sound I'd heard. "Why?" I asked him."Just do it."His footsteps walked away and I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on jeans and a jumper, tried to make my hair look decent even though I felt like death. When I opened my door, Adrian was standing in the hallway outside Sophia's room with a key in his hand."What are you doing?" I asked."Opening it." He put the key in the lock. "You wanted to see what's inside so I'm showing you.""But last night you said—""Last night was last night and this morning my sister is coming over to give you something Sophia left and I'd rather you see the room first." He turned the key an

Adrian POVI heard it at 3:58 AM and at first I thought I was dreaming but there it was, crying sounds coming from down the hall where it shouldn't be coming from because that room had been locked for two years.I got out of bed and walked toward the sound, my chest getting tighter with each step because this wasn't possible. Sophia was dead and no one had a key to that room except me and Charlotte but Charlotte wouldn't do this, wouldn't come here in the middle of the night to play games.The crying got louder as I reached her door and I pressed my hand against the wood and felt the sound vibrating through it, and I knew that sound. I'd heard it too many times in the months before she died, that specific kind of sobbing that meant she'd been at it for hours."Sophia?" The word came out before I could stop it even though I knew how insane it was to talk to a ghost.The crying didn't stop.I pulled out my keys and my hands were shaking which was stupid because I was not meant to shake

Elena POVI couldn't sleep and the balcony was right there, just outside my bedroom window where Sophia had jumped two years ago.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her climbing over that railing and letting go, falling thirty floors to the pavement below, and I didn't even know what she looked like beyond that portrait at Richard's house but my brain was filled in the details anyway. It made her look like me because apparently that's what she did look like and that made everything so much worse.I pushed the covers off and sat up because lying there wasn't working, wasn't helping, and the silence in the apartment was pressing against my ears until I thought I'd go mad from it.The hallway was dark when I stepped out and I didn't turn on any lights because I didn't want Adrian knowing I was awake. He'd probably just tell me to go back to bed like I was a child who couldn't handle a little insomnia.I walked slowly and my bare feet were cold on the floor and I realized I didn't actuall

Adrian POVThe car was silent except for the sound of London traffic bleeding through the windows. Elena sat as far from me as the seat would allow, pressed against the door like she wanted to melt through it and disappear into the street. Her hands were shaking. I could see them trembling in her lap even though she was trying to hide it.I should say something. Explain. But what explanation made any of this better?"Did your first wife kill herself?"It wasn't a question. Her voice was flat. Dead. Like she'd used up all her emotion in the bathroom with Maya and had nothing left."Yes"And you didn't think to mention that when you were making me sign a contract to marry you?""I told you I was married before.""You said it ended. You didn't say she died. Her voice cracked on the last word. "And you didn't say I look exactly like her."I kept my eyes on the road. Easier than looking at her face. "It's complicated.""Then uncomplicate it."The traffic light turned red. I stopped. Turned

ElenaThe Blackwell mansion wasn't a home. It was like a symbol to money and misery, all marble floors and crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than my parents' funeral. Adrian's hand rested on my waist as we walked through the entrance, and I hated how much I wanted to lean into it. How much I needed something solid when everything else felt like quicksand."Smile," he murmured against my ear. "You're supposed to be happy.""I'm supposed to be a lot of things I'm not."His fingers pressed slightly harder. Warning or comfort, I couldn't tell. Maybe both.The dining room was massive. The kind of space that made you feel small on purpose. A table stretched down the center, set for six with plates that looked too expensive to actually eat off. TJust one man was seated and he looks like he's on his late 50's."Adrian." The man at the head of the table didn't stand. He just looked. Gray hair, sharp eyes, the kind of face that had forgotten how to smile decades ago. "You're late.""

ELENAMy head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it repeatedly. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar curtains, piercing straight into my brain.This wasn't my room.I sat up too fast. The room spun. My stomach lurched. I pressed my hand to my mouth, willing myself not to vomit.Where the hell was I?The room was nice. Too nice. Hotel nice. Cream colored walls. Expensive looking furniture. Sheets that probably cost more than my rent.I looked down at myself. Still wearing last night's clothes. Wrinkled. Stained with what looked like vodka.Last night.Oh God, last night.Fragments came back in flashes. The bar. Drinking. A man. Dark hair. Expensive suit. He said something about marriage.No.No, that couldn't be right.I swung my legs out of bed. My left hand caught the light.There was a ring on my finger.A wedding ring.Gold band. Simple. Beautiful. On my ring finger.I stared at it. Tried to pull it off. It wouldn't budge."