LOGINI woke up that morning to the soft hum of my alarm clock. It was 7:00 a.m. Leah got up at the same time. We had spent the night at my house just like we planned.
“Gosh, my body aches so badly,” she complained. “I literally had to rest my head on those uncomfortable chairs.”
Then a text came in from Dan. “Hey baby. I had a really busy Zoom meeting last night. I got so tired that I fell asleep right after. I’ll call you when you’re up. Love you.”
I stared at those words for a brief moment before putting my phone down. At that point, I was not so surprised by whatever lies he had planned to tell me. He probably fell asleep because he got so tired fucking another woman last night, but what do I care?
“Was that him?” Leah asked.
“It was no one.” I tossed the phone onto the bed and got up.
“You know you eventually have to confront him, right?” Leah sat up in bed with her messy hair in her face.
“Maybe,” I breathed. “Right now I have better things to do. Now get up so I can make my bed.”
“Ughh,” she groaned as she got out of bed. “Zara didn’t make it.”
I shrugged. “You know how her mom can be with work. She probably kept Zara busy.
I changed my sheets and put on a new cover, then tossed the old one into the washing machine in my washroom.
My phone vibrated but I ignored it thinking it was still Dan. Leah picked it up. “Oh, it’s Zara’s text.”
“What does it say?” I asked from the washroom, then turned on the faucet.
Leah walked closer and read it aloud. “Sorry I couldn’t make it. My mom and work. But I’ll be there later today.”
“See? It’s work.” I grabbed a face towel and patted my face dry. Leah’s expression shifted like she almost thought of something, but then something else caught her attention.
She pulled me out of the washroom. “So what happened upstairs?” She crossed her arms and gave me a teasing smile.
“What? Nothing happened.” I walked past her to my closet.
She followed right behind me. “Thought you didn’t like the guy who got us drinks.”
I turned to face her. “Yeah, and I don’t. He was just a… good person.” I took a dress out of the closet.
“Ouuu.” She tried to tickle me, but I tapped her hand away.
“No, please. I’m literally still trying to deal with the whole Dan madness.”
“I know… I know. What’s his name?”
“Who?” I wrapped a towel around myself.
“Mr. Good Person?”
“Oh…” I almost smiled. “Nick.”
“Nick who?”
“I didn’t really care to ask… or even want to talk to him.”
“He seems like a nice guy.”
“Sure.” I shut the door to the washroom and turned the shower on.
I watched the steam from the hot water cloud the bathroom before I turned on the cold water. The second I stepped under the shower head, the memories returned. I could only see moments of Dan and me. The promising look in his eyes whenever he said, ‘I love you,’ and the warmth in his touch whenever he held me.
He seemed so perfect that I never had a reason to doubt him.
He bought flowers, planned dates and always had time for me. The only reason I ever thought to check his phone was because my friends had joked about no man being faithful.
I remembered the night I went through his phone. My fingers went stiff, and my blood ran cold the moment I saw another woman’s name in his hidden chats. At first, I didn’t want to make anything out of it. Maybe there was an explanation for it. I opened the conversation… I wish I hadn’t. Each time I scrolled, my stomach twisted a little.
I didn’t want to continue reading because I knew it would only hurt more, so I quietly put his phone back. I almost confronted him, but I knew it would lead to tears and I wasn’t ready to show that I was weak, even though I was. Five long years tossed away like it meant nothing. I wondered how a man could love someone that much and still be sleeping with another woman. Maybe he was just good at the game, and I was just the silly woman who loved with all her heart.
I heard a knock on the door that snapped my head back into place. “Everything okay in there? It’s been really quiet.” Leah sounded concerned, like any other best friend would after watching her friend’s heart get broken.
“Yeah. I’m just… trying to mix the temperatures.”
I took a really quick shower and stepped out immediately.
“Zara texted again,” Leah said, turning to face me. “She’ll be here in like five minutes.”
"Or somewhere Richard put it himself."Catherine went very still. Her hand moved to her collar, and she drew out a thin silver chain from beneath her blouse. At the end of it hung a small brass key, worn smooth with handling."I forgot," she whispered."Forgot what?""He gave me this at the wedding." She held it up. "Richard. After the ceremony, when we were alone. He pressed it into my hand and said, In case he ever needs it. I thought he meant a keepsake. A sentimental old man's gesture." Her fingers trembled. "I've worn it for four years."Leah crossed the room in three strides. "That's a deposit box key.""How do you know?""I watch way too many heist films." She tilted it to the light. "There's a number stamped on the bow. And a bank mark."Catherine turned the key over. In tiny letters along the shaft, almost worn away, I could read HALLORAN & FINCH PRIVATE.The room seemed to hold its breath."Where is it?" I asked."Hartwell Street. They open at nine." Catherine's voice shook.
"They'll take you." "Let them." "Nick…" "There's a judge," he said, very low. "Elinor Whitaker. Marcus has her number. She'll file the stay by morning. They can hold me, but they can't hold the injunction." His thumb brushed my cheek. "Go with Mara. Stay with her. Don't let her out of your sight." "I can't leave you." "You can. You're stronger than any of us." He swallowed. "And find Catherine. Tell her about the codicil. Everything Zara said. If it exists, it's the only thing that can end this." "Sir," Hollis said quietly. "Please." Nick looked at her. Then he looked at me, and his face softened into something I'd only seen once, on a rain-lit street at three in the morning. He kissed me. It was short and fierce and tasted of salt. His hands cupped my face, and for one second the quay disappeared, the floodlight and the fog and the thirty-odd men holding their breath. When he let go, I was crying. "I love you," he said. "Come back." "I will." "Promise." "I'll always com
The words landed like stones in still water.I counted the shadows moving through the mist. Thirty, maybe forty men, in grey tactical jackets, moving in a slow, disciplined half-circle. They stopped twenty feet away and stood with their hands folded in front of them. At their centre stood a lean, bald man with a scar through one eyebrow, holding a clipboard like a weapon."Mr. Pryce," Edmund called pleasantly. "Right on time.""Sir." The bald man's voice was flat and dry. "We have the area secured.""And the principal assets?""The woman on the stretcher, and the two staff members on the ground." His gaze moved across the three of us. "And the guests.""Wonderful." Edmund smiled at Nick. "You see, nephew? Nothing dramatic. We're only here to bring Miss Eze home, and to escort you off the premises before you hurt yourself.""You're kidnapping her.""I'm relocating her to a private facility, with excellent care, at the family's expense." He tilted his head. "You've been so devoted. It's
"I know. Wait." "Rita, I can't…" "There are only two. Marcus's men can take them. Please. If you run in blind…" His whole body shook with the effort of holding still. Marcus slid up beside us and made a short signal with his hand. Somewhere in the fog, two shapes peeled away from the containers. It took less than a minute. A muffled cry. A scuffle. A thud. Then two men lay face down on the concrete with their hands zip-tied behind their backs, and Nick was running. He reached the stretcher in six strides and dropped to his knees. "Mara." She lay with her eyes closed, her hair damp across her face. A drip line ran from her arm to a clear bag clipped to the frame. Her skin was white as paper. "Mara, it's me. It's Dom." His hands hovered over her, afraid to touch. "Please." Her lashes fluttered. I came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Check her pulse." He pressed two fingers to her wrist. He closed his eyes. "It's there. It's slow." "They sedated her." "I'll ki
"Marcus. Cars. Now.""Already on the radio, sir.""Every exit from St. Aldric's. Every camera between there and the river." He had Zara by the elbow, not roughly, but with a grip that left no room to refuse. "Where would your mother take her?""I don't know.""Zara.""I don't know!" Her voice cracked. "She doesn't tell me things. She tells me where to stand.""Think.""I'm trying." She pressed her fists to her temples, rocking on her bare feet. "She said something on the phone last week. About a ship. A 'medical berth.' I thought it was for work.""A ship," Nick repeated."Edmund's. The shipping arm. She said it sails at one.""Which port?""I don't…" Her eyes squeezed shut. "River. The old container yard. Pier Nine."Marcus was already running for the stairs.The service elevator took forever. We stood in a tight, silent knot, Nick's hand locked around mine, Zara shivering against the wall. Somewhere below us, a clock chimed the quarter hour, and I felt it like a drip of cold water d
"Arthur said take the car."I heard the breath go out of him. Beside me, Zara made a small broken sound."Zara," Briggs said, very softly. "Hang up the phone."Zara looked at the screen. At the counter ticking upward, 00:11:09. At the name glowing at the top. Her face went through something I'd never seen on it before, a slow, terrible clearing, like fog lifting off a lake."No," she whispered."Zara.""No." She drew back her arm. "I'm done."She threw it.The silver phone sailed out over the low wall, a bright arc against the dark, and vanished. A long moment later, far below, I heard it crack against concrete.The silence that followed was enormous.Zara stood with her arm still extended, shaking all over. Then her knees gave out, and she folded onto the roof like a puppet whose strings had been cut."I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry."I didn't think. I crossed the rooftop and knelt beside her, the gravel biting through my trousers.I should have been furious. I was. It







