LOGIN"I don't want to go back to what we were," she said. "I'd burn it down before I let that happen." Her chin lifted slightly. "So whatever this is," she said, "it has to be something we've never been." "From the ground up." The air between us had changed. Nothing had moved to change it. My finge
Edward's POV A flight of stairs. Elena's door was ajar when I reached the landing. I pushed it open and stepped inside. She was at the window. Coat still on. I shrugged mine off and set it on the chair by the door. The click of the latch made her shoulders tighten once before they released. "Y
Thursday. The registry doors opened before I fully reached them, air still adjusting around the gap, carrying paper dust and ink heat and the low sound of decisions being processed without ceremony, none of it pausing for me. My name came almost immediately. Not because I was expected—because the
Alicia's POV Apartment light warmed the room before I crossed the threshold. Elena stood at the counter, spoon tracing slow circles through a pot resting on low heat. Steam rose in thin strands, breaking apart under the ceiling light before it could gather into anything defined. My shoes paused b
Edward's POV I didn’t remember walking into the estate. I remembered the gate. Then nothing clean after that—just fragments of motion stitched together without pause. Headlights fading into the drive. The slow roll of tires over stone. The way the house lights adjusted as if it had already antic
The car didn’t stop at the main entrance. It passed the glass frontage of the building, continued past the visible entry point, and turned into the service approach that only functioned as an entrance once the guard stepped aside. No signage. No announcement. Just controlled access. I didn’t que
Alicia's POV The apartment smelled like coffee and garlic from whatever Elena had made earlier. I dropped my bag by the door. Walked to the kitchen. Filled a glass with water. Drank it standing at the sink, looking out the small window at the building across the street. Elena was on the couch wh
"Simultaneously," Alicia said. "Not after?" "Simultaneously." Harlan wrote something down. Small. I watched his hand and not what he wrote. James walked through preliminary modeling on remediation costs. Every figure was presented as a range. "We're looking at anywhere between eight and forty mi
"I do not." "You do. They get mushy." Dad walked into the kitchen. Opened the cabinet. Pulled out the pasta pot. "I'll help," he said. Lily pointed her spoon at him. "You're not allowed to help. You just stand there and critique." "That's called quality control." "That's called being annoying.
I let go of her wrist to reach for it. A notification. Just a calendar reminder: Review Rotterdam and compensation notes. The normalcy of it felt obscene. I stepped back. She followed. “Edward—” “Stop.” “Just listen—” “No. You listen.” She went still. “Stay away from Alicia.” Her eyes nar







