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Chapter Ten Elias POVMarcus asked me on Monday how Saturday went.I said fine. He looked at me the way he looked at quarterly reports that didn't add up and went back to his coffee without pushing. Which meant he was storing it. Marcus always stored things and presented them later when they would have the most impact. I had known him long enough to dread that moment.The guardianship papers were filed Monday afternoon. Mara texted me at four seventeen: “Done. You're officially on record." Then, after a pause: “How does that feel?”I sat with that question longer than a simple answer required.*Like something I should have done three years ago*, I typed back." You weren't ready three years ago”, she replied. " “Neither was I." I read that twice. The honesty of it, the way she just said true things without softening them into something easier — it did something to me every time. I was not used to people who said exactly what they meant. I had spent years in rooms full of people who

Chapter Nine Mara POVHe was seven minutes early on Saturday. But I had been tracking the clock in the way I did when I was trying to pretend I wasn't, and when the knock came at one fifty-three I felt something embarrassingly close to relief.Lily got to the door before me."You came back," she said, with the satisfaction of someone whose predictions had been proven correct."I said I would," Elias said."People say things," Lily told him, and I heard my own words from last week come out of my three-year-old's mouth and had to turn toward the kitchen so he wouldn't see my face.I heard him laugh. Low and brief, like it surprised him. I had not heard him laugh before. I added it to the list of things I was not making a list of.We sat at my kitchen table with the guardianship draft between us while Lily watched something in the living room at a volume she considered reasonable and I considered aggressive.He read carefully. He was the kind of reader who went still when he concentrat

Chapter Eight Elias POVShe texted me on Wednesday, not about Lily. Not about Dorothy. Just: "Lily asked me today if stars have names. I said yes. She asked if they knew their own names. I had no answer. Though you should know this is what parenting is." I read it at my desk in the middle of a call I should have been paying attention to. I read it twice. Then I typed back: “Tell her the stars probably do know. They've had a long time to figure it out." Three minutes passed."She accepted that. You're useful." I put the phone face down and looked at my screen and did not think about the fact that I was smiling.Marcus walked in twenty minutes later, saw my face, and said nothing. Which meant he was storing it for later.Thursday she called instead of texted. I picked up on the second ring and then wished I had waited for the third so I didn't seem like I had been holding the phone."Vanessa contacted my office," she said. No greeting. She was in lawyer mode, voice clipped and contr

Chapter Seven Mara POVDorothy Voss was not what I expected.I had built her in my head as formidable. Elegant, yes, but cold in the way money made people cold. What walked through my door, slowly, with a cane she clearly resented, was something else entirely. She was small, sharp-eyed, and she looked at Lily the way starving people looked at food. Like she had been waiting a long time and was trying very hard not to show it.Lily, who trusted no one quickly, walked straight up to her."Are you sick?" she asked.Dorothy looked down at her. "Yes.""Mommy said. Are you going to get better?""No.""Oh." Lily processed this with the bluntness of a three-year-old. "That's sad.""It is," Dorothy agreed. "But I'm here now. That's something."Lily took her hand and led her to the couch like she owned the room, and I stood in my own hallway watching this woman I had never met get exactly what she came for, and something in my chest went very quiet.Elias appeared beside me. Not close enough t

Chapter Six Elias POVMarcus called me at seven-thirty that morning.I let it go to voicemail. Then he called again. Then he texted: “I went to see her.”I sat with my phone on the kitchen counter and read that sentence three times before I responded.“I told you not to.”“I know. She handled it well. Better than I deserved.”That was it. No apology, no elaboration. Just Marcus being Marcus, doing the thing he decided to do and then reporting back like that was the same as asking permission.I should have been annoyed. I was. But underneath the annoyance was something else, something I didn't want to look at directly, which was the fact that he had seen her and I hadn't, and that bothered me more than it should have.*******************Saturday came faster than I wanted it to.I pulled up to the address at exactly two o'clock. Not early, not late. I sat in the car for ninety seconds doing nothing in particular and then got out before I could talk myself back in.She answered the do

CHAPTER FIVEMara's Pov Marcus showed up on Thursday.I was home by six, Lily was in the living room arranging her stuffed animals into what she called a meeting, and I was in the kitchen pulling dinner together when the knock came. Firm. Confident. The knock of someone who had decided they had every right to be at this door.I knew before I looked.I opened it without the chain, which in hindsight was optimistic, and Marcus Voss stood in my doorway looking exactly like a man who had rehearsed this and was pleased with how he looked doing it. He was broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, with Claire's same energy of someone who walked into rooms expecting to be received well. That detail hit me somewhere old and sore."Mara," he said, like we were friends resuming a conversation."Marcus." I stepped into the doorway, not back from it. "Elias told you not to come here.""Elias tells me a lot of things.""And you're here anyway.""I am." He smiled, but it didn't reach far. "I'm not here to fight