LOGINThe auctioneer's cadence moved through the wall. I had built something without him. That was still true. It would stay true. Whatever I said next didn't touch it. "I don't know," I said. "That's the honest answer. Not the managed version." I met his gaze. "I don't know if what's left is enough to
Alicia's POV The older man was still talking. "Seven years," he said. "Four jurisdictions. We moved water infrastructure across borders that hadn't spoken to each other in a generation." His hands traced corridors in the air between us. "The archive is the proof it happened. That it worked." He tu
“You entered without cause,” I said. “You stayed without one.” “I don’t know what this is between you two but—” “My wife.” No variation in tone. No additional weight needed. Alicia’s hand lifted a little, then halted mid-motion and settled again without completing the gesture. The woman exhaled
Edward’s POV “Forty thousand. Do I have forty-five?” The paddle was already raised. Alicia’s hand remained under mine, unchanged in position, as though neither of us had adjusted to its presence since it settled there. “Forty-five.” I raised. “Fifty. Fifty-five.” On the left, a man leaned forw
The fifth lot began. Edward moved to speak to someone at the side of the room. I watched the auctioneer. She crossed the room toward him. He turned when she spoke. She laughed. It had worked before, that laugh. I scanned the sixth lot. Mixed media, authenticated 2019, provenance verified. Her h
Alicia's POV Volkov was already at the door when we came in. His eyes went to my dress and came back up. Lazily. He turned to Edward, and they shook hands. It ran a half-second longer than it needed. "You both came," he said. "You invited us," Edward said. "I invite many people. They don't alwa
Twenty minutes later, I was in my car, moving through Manhattan with no destination. That was a lie. I hadn’t planned it consciously, but my hands knew where they were going. Muscle memory. Habit. Instinct I hadn’t broken yet. Twenty-five minutes after leaving the estate, I pulled over half a blo
Alicia's POV The kitchen smelled like butter and warmth. I’d started baking before dawn, my hands working from memory. Rolling dough. Cutting circles. Lining them up on the sheets. The kind of work that kept my mind quiet. Elena sat at the counter with her laptop open, attention split between wh
Ending it was the right call. The only call. So why couldn't I make myself do it? I stood. Looked at my keys sitting on the entry table. I could go out. Do something. Anything was better than staying here spiraling. Except I didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to drive to Elena’s apartmen
Alicia's POV Daniel closed the door to what he’d called his workspace, a room with floor-to-ceiling windows and a desk so pristine it looked like a showroom display. The tour had been brief. He didn’t linger or oversell it. "And that's it," he said, turning back toward me. "Not much to see, reall







