FAZER LOGINThe engines went quiet at six. The hull met the pier. The crew moved above us. River light came through the porthole, grey and silver, crossing the ceiling in slow panels. She was on her side facing me. Her hair across the pillow. Her mouth softly parted in the way that belonged only to sleep. I
Edward’s POV The hull rose and settled with the slow pull of the river. I lay in the dark with my jacket on the floor and my shoes beside it and listened to the boat. The timber. The joins. The engine below running its low faithful count. The porthole showed clouds. The moon behind it traced the
"I fell off a bicycle when I was seven," I said. "Broke my arm. The left one." "You're afraid of the dark," he said. "You sleep with the curtain open so the street light comes in. You never told me directly but I worked it out in the third month." I set down my wine. "You remember that." "I remem
Alicia's POV The dress arrived at four. I found the box on Elena's table. Black paper, no ribbon, his handwriting stark on the card: The water. Inside, folded in tissue, was the black silk from the wardrobe at the estate. The one I had left hanging there. I showered. I pinned my hair up. At seve
Edward's POV The grey light filled the room. Alicia's leg lay across mine, heavy with sleep. Her hair spread on my shoulder, across the pillow. Her palm rested on my chest, rising and falling with my breath. The arm beneath her had gone numb hours ago. I flexed my fingers until the pins and needl
Alicia's POV He was on the floor. I looked at him until the silence found its shape. He looked back. The full version of him. Just Edward on the floor, his eyes on mine, waiting without arranging what he was waiting for. "We never chose each other," he said. "Let me choose you." "Then start,"
“I understand,” I said. She didn’t respond. Didn’t look up again. I stayed standing. Didn’t sit. Didn’t move closer. “But we need to talk.” Her jaw tightened. Just barely. “No. We don’t.” “Alicia—” “Edward.” She said my name like a warning. Like a line I shouldn’t cross. Her eyes lifted again.
Alicia’s POV I didn’t breathe until the door clicked shut behind him. Not properly. Not all the way. The sound landed somewhere deep in my chest. It loosened something at first, then cinched everything tight again so quickly my fingers trembled against the table. My eyes stayed on the notebook I
I pulled into the underground garage. My hands were still shaking as I parked in a visitor spot. I sat there for a moment. Engine running. Breathing hard. Then I got out. The elevator ride up felt endless. I watched the numbers climb. My reflection stared back at me in the gleaming steel—hair loo
Edward's POV The boardroom table gleamed under the Thursday morning light when I walked in. Fresh paper stacked at every seat. Coffee going cold in the mugs. The air felt tight. Every chair was full. Edmund at the head. Catherine, beside him. Vincent, across from her. Mitchell, leaning back. Maria







