LOGIN"Finish that sentence." My voice cut across hers. A beat passed. A shift crossed her eyes. Then she said it anyway. "Cleaned houses for people like us." The room went completely quiet. "My mother." I stopped. "Worked with her hands for people who believed that made her less than them. People exac
Alicia’s POV The pen was in my hand. I hadn't moved since the door closed. The page in front of me, the same line, and now I knew someone had been observing me return to it, watching long enough to count each return. I had spent three years believing he never saw the parts that weren't performed.
"He also mentioned Vera Sorel has made her attendance at the follow-up conditional on yours," I said, letting the other piece of the weight land between us. "He wanted me to know that." The pen halted in her hand. She took a breath, slow, through her nose, and the line of her throat moved once befo
Edward's POV Phillip arrived at twenty past ten. He settled into the chair across my desk and set his coat on the arm of it. The draft was already in his hand before he opened his mouth. "Signed and filed as of this morning. Your name on the minority position. Clean." He set a single folded page
"I don't know." "You said it to him. Not here." The pause that followed remained too long to be casual. "What are you afraid of?" I didn't rush it. "That I'm seeing it right. And it still falls apart anyway." She shook her head slightly. "That's not uncertainty. That's you refusing to close y
Alicia's POV Elena didn't turn when I came in. She was at the counter, spoon hovering over a bowl she hadn't touched in a while. The kettle had gone cold long enough to feel intentional. My bag hit the floor by the door. She didn't look at it. "You came back wrong." "I came back two days ago."
Alicia's POV "Straighten your shoulders." Edward's voice cut through the leather-scented interior of the car before we'd even pulled up to the restaurant. His hand reached across the seat, fingers cold as they adjusted the collar of my navy Chanel blazer with the precision of someone arranging a p
Edward's POV Sunlight hit my face through curtains I didn't recognize. I blinked awake, disoriented, taking in the guest room at my mother's house. The same dark wood furniture from my teenage years, the same heavy drapes, the same view of the rose garden through tall windows. Everything familiar
"That must have been stressful. It's admirable that you're here today despite what your family is going through." His tone carried real sympathy, and it slipped past the armor I'd worked so hard to keep in place. Because yes, it had been stressful. Terrifying, actually. And I was here because Edwar
When had it happened? The night after the charity dinner, when Edward had drunk too much wine and actually remembered I existed for twenty minutes? My birthday, when he'd given me the obligatory gift of brief, mechanical intimacy? Or that night three weeks ago, before Lucy returned, when he'd almost







