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Amaka So tell me, where do you guys think this book is heading? Are you enjoying all the mystery, drama, and chaos happening right now, or are you already missing the romance and ready for me to bring it back?
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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
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 121
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
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 119
š¤ Alexandra š¤āAre you going to tell me whatās going on?ā I asked the moment the door shut behind Jacob.Papa didnāt answer immediately.He sat there for a moment with his hands still folded in his lap, his eyes fixed on some point past my shoulder, and I recognized that look one he got right before he told you something that he himself was still angry about, the kind of anger that hadnāt cooled down enough yet to be delivered calmly.Then he started talking.āThe girl said something about someone approaching her with a good offer,ā he said, and his voice carried that specific edge that I had only heard a handful of times in my entire life, the one reserved for things that genuinely offended him on a personal level rather than just inconvenienced him. āAll she had to do was shake up our family. Thatās how she put it. Shake up. As if she was describing a cocktail recipe and not five years of orchestrated destruction.āI felt my jaw tighten.āShe said she never intended to kill anyon
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 118
š¤ Jacob š¤If I am being honest, I really did not care whether Stella lived or died.I know how that sounds.I know exactly how that sounds coming from her own brother standing in a hospital corridor while she lay there with both legs gone and a fifty percent chance of never opening her eyes again, but five years does something to a personās capacity for grief over someone who spent those same five years trying to destroy everyone I loved.What I cared about was the phone call.What I cared about was the fact that the voice on that call had threatened my children with a precision that suggested deep knowledge of this family, and the way it had referenced Stella made it sound less like Stella was the architect of all of this and more like Stella was a tool someone else had picked up and used.Which meant Stella might have answers.Answers I needed to keep my children safe.Answers that might lead me to the child I might have somewhere else entirely, a thought I had been carrying alone
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š¤ Alexandra š¤āSeriously sis do you have to go on this business trip?ā Michelleās voice carried dramatic suffering as she sat cross legged on my bed looking personally betrayed by life itself.I looked up from my suitcase slowly before raising one eyebrow at her.āYouāre acting like I announced m
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 103
š¤ Alexandra š¤ *Five years later* āMommy we are hungryā Papa said it before I even entered the living room properly. I stopped mid step. Slowly turned my head. And there he was. Sitting in his wheelchair like some royal troublemaker who had discovered comedy as a coping mechanism. He had his
Chaos Is My CrownĀ Ā Ā 102
š¤ Alexandra š¤I found Jayden inside our parent greenhouse later that night, the one they gifted themselves on their twentieth anniversary. I remember finding it cliche l.The place still smelled like lavender and fresh rain because Dada spent years obsessively taking care of every flower personal
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š¤ Alexandra š¤The house still did not feel normal. I honestly did not know if it ever would again. Even the silence felt different now. Like grief permanently settled inside the walls with us. Everywhere I looked reminded me of Dada somehow.The living room couch where he always stretched across
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