Masuk"Nothing," I said. Lucy's smile widened a fraction. "Just navigating changes." Daniel watched us both for a long moment. Then his phone lit up. Just a flash of light on the table beside his plate. He glanced at it. Brief. Went back to his food. The conversation moved on. Vivienne asking about
Hearing it out loud, in this room, under Vivienne’s hawk-like stare, with Lucy watching knowingly across from me and Grandma Eleanor puzzling over us, the words felt heavier than I’d anticipated. Real in a way it hadn't been when it was just papers in Philip's office. "It's mutual." The words came
Edward's POV The estate driveway ran ahead, hedges trimmed to exact lines. I parked beside Lucy's black sedan. Three stories of stone and glass that had always felt too large, even full. I walked to the entrance. Marie opened the door before I reached it. "They're already at the table, Mr. Val
Alicia's POV I filled the kettle. Set it on the stove. Turned the dial. The flame caught with a soft hiss. I leaned against the counter. Waited. The kitchen lamp threw a low glow across the tiles. Beyond the window, the city had settled into Saturday night: muted, distant, the kind of quiet tha
He grinned. "I know. Airport. But New York beats London any day." We stepped outside. Cool air hit. Afternoon light slanting across the parking lot. Daniel breathed in. Exhaled slowly. "That's better." We reached the car. I popped the trunk. Daniel tossed his bag in. Smooth and practiced. Close
Edward's POV The treadmill hummed beneath my feet. Mile six. The gym sat unused, just as it should. Just me and the mirrors lining the walls. Equipment gleaming. Temperature-controlled. Everything precisely maintained. My lungs burned. Cloth soaked through. I kept my eyes forward, watching nothi







