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Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 125
š¤ Jacob š¤When I walked through that door, five sets of eyes turned toward me at once, and for one full second nobody in that room moved at all.Lexās face I could read instantly careful, watching, waiting to see what Iād do before she decided what she would. But it was the four small faces that undid me, because they all wore the exact same expression for the exact same heartbeat: confusion. The polite, searching confusion of children trying to place a face they almost recognized but couldnāt yet.And then one of them the little girl closest to the foot of the bed, the one with my eyes, my exact eyes, set in a face that was unmistakably half her motherās broke first.āDaddy?āThe word came out small and unsure, more question than statement, like she was testing whether the word even belonged in this room. And God help me, I lost my breath completely. Five years. Five years and I still recognized myself looking back at me out of a five-year-oldās face, and she knew me. She knew me.
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 124
š¤ Jacob š¤I knew this was going to come back and bite me.I sat on the edge of the bed in the Airbnb Jack had rented for me furnished, generic, smelling faintly of someone elseās air freshener and stared at my phone like it might rearrange the words on the screen if I looked at it long enough. It didnāt. Why is your name on the referral that got Amara into my house four years ago? Twelve words. Twelve words that had just reached backward and dug their fingers into a decision I made when I still had the right to make decisions about my own family.I called Jack before I let myself think about what I was going to say to her.āJack. I need you to dig into Amara for me. The girl I asked you to place in my ex-wifeās house, four years back.āāOkay, boss.ā No hesitation. No follow-up questions. Jack had worked for me long enough to know exactly which Amara, exactly which house, exactly what ādig into herā meant when it came out of my mouth at five in the morning with my voice this tight. T
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 123
š¤ Alexandra š¤ Jen arrived two hours and fifty-eight minutes after I called her, which I noted only because Jen was always early, never on time, and the fact that she walked through that door at the absolute edge of the window Iād given her told me sheād hit traffic, or hadnāt slept at all, or both. She had a tablet in one hand and a coffee in the other, and she stopped just inside the doorway to look at the kids first, the way every decent person did before they looked at me, before they got to business. āTheyāre breathing on their own,ā I said before she could ask. āThank God.ā She exhaled, set the coffee down, and pulled a chair close. āOkay. Where do you want to start?ā āEverything,ā I said. āFrom five years ago to right now. I want names, dates, contracts, anyone brought in, anyone removed, every shift in personnel around this family that I wasnāt paying attention to because I was busy pretending Iād retired from all of it.ā Jen didnāt blink at the tone. She just opened the
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 122
š¤ Alexandra š¤I walked back into Room 14 and pulled the chair back into the small gap between both beds, the same chair Jacob had been sitting in earlier, still slightly warm from where heād been, and I sat down and took one small hand in each of mine the way I had hours ago, like nothing had moved at all, even though everything had.Lovethās fingers curled slightly around mine in her sleep.Deanās chest rose and fell with the steady mechanical rhythm of the ventilator, that quiet hiss and click that I had stopped hearing as a sound and started hearing as a countdown, though I couldnāt have told you toward what.I watched them both for a long time and let my mind, against my own permission, drift toward the version of tonight where things had gone differently. Where the call had come too late. Where there had been nothing left for anyone to do.I let myself feel the full weight of that for exactly one breath.Then I closed the door on it, the way I closed the door on everything I co
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š¤ Jacob š¤That banter or maybe I should just call it what it actually was, a simple yet sweet conversation was something I genuinely had not been expecting tonight.Not after the slap.Not after Chairman Fisher told me to leave the room like I was a delivery boy who had overstayed his welcome.Not after everything else that had happened in the last several hours, which, when I actually stopped to count it all up, was an amount of chaos that most people donāt experience in a full year, let alone one night.But there we were. Me with my terrible vending machine coffee. Her sitting across from me with that look on her face that said she was choosing, deliberately, to let the moment be light instead of heavy. And somehow it worked. Somehow for one entire minute the weight of everything else the children on ventilators, Stellaās missing legs, the mystery caller, Amara typing at three thirty in the morning somehow all of that stepped back just far enough to let two people who used to know
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 120
š¤ Alexandra š¤I found Jacob exactly where I expected to find him. Not by Stellaās room, not by the elevator pretending he was about to leave the hospital like a reasonable person who had just been dismissed by a wheelchair-bound mafia chairman, but in the small visitorās lounge near the childrenās ward, sitting in one of those terrible plastic chairs with a vending machine coffee in his hand that he was very clearly not drinking.He looked up when I walked in.āSo,ā he said, āyour dad threatened me with his eyes for a full three minutes before he even started talking.āāThatās restraint, actually,ā I said, sitting down across from him. āNormally people get the eyes for thirty seconds before he moves on to actual words.āāI feel so honored.āāYou should.āHe looked down at the coffee in his hand like it had personally wronged him.āThis is the worst coffee I have ever had in my life,ā he said. āAnd I once drank something a flight attendant handed me during turbulence that Iām fairly
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š¤ Alexandra š¤This is insane.There is no other word for it, no softer way to frame it, no smarter angle to twist it into something manageable, because what I was watching unfold on my screen right now was pure, calculated destruction and whoever was behind it knew exactly what they were doing.E
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š¤ Alexandra š¤The room was already packed before I even stepped in, cameras lined up like soldiers waiting for a command, lights bright enough to make anyone nervous, and reporters seated with that hungry look in their eyes like they were about to witness something big.Good.Let them watch and l
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š¤Alexandraš¤āPapa I do hope he dies though,ā I said slowly.The words came out calm, almost too calm, like I was talking about the weather and not a human life, and for a second the room went quiet in a way that made it clear even Papa didnāt expect me to say it that directly.He didnāt respond i
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š¤ Alexandra š¤āOkayā¦ hmm, Timmy, I want MM Media broadcasting the press conference live tomorrow morning,ā I said into my phone as I walked into my room, already kicking off my heels without breaking my pace because my mind was ten steps ahead of my body at this point.āYes, boss,ā he responded q
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