LOGINChapter Twenty EightAnnie's POV"Hi," I said softly.Sophia pulled back from Grey just enough to look up at him with the expression of someone who had a point to make. "You actually finished early. I genuinely cannot believe it."Grey ruffled her hair with the easy familiarity of someone who had been doing it since she was small and knew she would complain about it. "I wanted to spend time with my favorite sister.""I'm your only sister," she said, ducking away from his hand and fixing her ponytail with the practiced irritation of someone who had been having this exact exchange for years."Yes," he said. "Which is why you're always my favorite."She laughed, and I realized I'd never heard her laugh like that before light and genuine and completely unguarded. This was the real Sophia. The one who wasn't trying to protect herself. Grey looked over at me. "Annie, this is Sophia, my sister. Sophie, this is Annie, my fiancée."Sophia looked at me with the assessment still in
Chapter Twenty SevenAnnie's POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and an empty suite. I already knew Grey would be gone before I even sat up. He had told me the night before that he would leave early and I had believed him but somehow the actual emptiness of the suite felt different from just knowing it would be empty. Quieter. I lay there for a moment listening to it and then got up and padded to his bedroom door and pushed it open just slightly to confirm what I already knew.Empty. Bed made. Everything in its place.I was turning back toward my own room when I noticed the note on the nightstand. I picked it up.‘Hey, Annie. Didn't want to disturb your sleep. Had to leave early for meetings. Use the card if you want to go shopping or explore. I'll try to wrap up by evening.’Beside the note was his black credit card, sitting there like it was nothing, like he handed these out regularly, which he probably did. I picked it up and looked at it for a moment
Chapter Twenty Six Golden GateAnnie's POVThe flight was short. Barely an hour and a half. I had expected to feel nervous, trapped in a small space with Grey for that long, hyper aware of every breath he took the way I had been in the car rides and the quiet mornings. But instead it was comfortable in a way I had not expected and could not entirely explain.We talked about work. About Matteo's latest painting projects and how he had apparently already started planning what he was going to teach Grey on his next visit. Grey ordered us coffee and somewhere over the middle of the flight a bag of overpriced airplane pretzels appeared between us and we ate them and agreed they were terrible and kept eating them anyway and I laughed more in that hour and a half than I had in the entire week before it.By the time the plane began its descent the morning sun was bright and clear and I pressed my face to the small oval window and watched the city come into vi
Chapter Twenty Five The InvitationAnnie's POVI woke up alone. The first thing I noticed was the silence. No soft breathing from across the room. No rustle of blankets from the couch. I turned my head toward where Grey had settled the night before and the couch was empty, the blanket folded neatly over the armrest like he had never been there at all.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden light across the room in long lazy stripes. I sat there for a moment just looking at it and listening to the apartment.Then I heard it. Laughter. Coming from downstairs.I slipped out of bed and padded to the ensuite bathroom, washed my face, and stood at the mirror for a moment looking at my own reflection. The fever was gone. My eyes were clear. I looked like myself again, or something close to it. I changed quickly, pulling on jeans and a comfortable sweater, and headed downstairs toward the sound.I stopped
Chapter Twenty Four Healing and HomeAnnie's POVI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. My head pounded. My throat was scratchy. My entire body ached in a way that had nothing to do with the bed and everything to do with the last two days catching up with me all at once. I groaned and tried to sit up, but the room spun slightly and I thought better of moving too fast."Annie?"I turned my head too fast anyway and winced.Grey was standing in the doorway, already dressed for work in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. But his tie was loose, and concern was written all over his face, plain and unguarded in the way his face got when he was not thinking about managing his expression."You okay?" he asked, walking over quickly.I tried to wave him off. "I'm fine. Just... tired."He sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead before I had time to lean away from it. His eyes narrowed immediately."You're burning up.""I'
Chapter Twenty Three Who Is My Father?Annie's POVI could not move. I stood frozen in the doorway with my hand still in Grey's and my eyes on the woman sitting at the table and my brain doing something slow and strange, like it was receiving information it had prepared for and was still not ready to process. My mother. Right there. At a table by the window in a restaurant in the city I had lived in for years without knowing she was anywhere near it.She looked almost the same. That was the thing that hit me first and kept hitting me. Ten years and she looked almost the same. Still beautiful, her hair still dark and glossy, her face smooth in the warm candlelight. She could not have been more than her early forties. But her eyes were different. Something lived in them now that had not been there in the version of her I carried in my memory. Something weary and haunted and careful, like a person who had learned to look at doorways before they walked th







