LOGINThe house was awake before the sun properly committed to rising, and Isla's mother was already in the kitchen when Isla came down, the whole place smelling of tea and something baking that nobody had officially requested but that everyone would eat gratefully in an hour."Sit," her mother said, not looking up. "Eat something before this whole day happens to you.""I'm too nervous to eat.""You're eating anyway."Isla sat.Outside, the coast was doing what it always did — grey light, restless water, the wind pushing through the open kitchen window carrying the particular cold, clean smell of the sea that Isla had missed every single day she'd lived in New York without letting herself admit it.By nine the house had turned into organized chaos, and Odette was at the center of it, moving between three rooms at once, giving instructions with a mascara wand still in one hand."Hair first, then dress, not the other way around, I've told everyone this twice already—""I heard you the first t
The kitchen had been declared a Caden-free zone by unanimous vote."It was one bread roll," Caden said, from the doorway, banned but unwilling to leave the conversation entirely."You threw it," Isla's mother said, not looking up from the pot she was stirring."I tossed it. Gently. To Sloane.""You hit the good china.""The china survived.""The china has a chip in it now, Caden.""A small chip. A character chip."Sloane, seated at the table, said nothing, which everyone understood to mean he agreed with Isla's mother completely and had no intention of being dragged into the defense."Out," Isla's mother said, pointing a wooden spoon at the door. "You can come back for dinner. Not before."Caden retreated, mock-wounded, and found Odette in the hallway, who took one look at his face and said, "What did you do," without even asking for details."I threw a bread roll.""Of course you did."Dinner that night was loud in the way only a house full of people who loved each other could be lou
The letter stayed in the outside pocket of Isla's bag the entire flight, and neither of them touched it.Zachary didn't ask. She didn't offer. It sat there between them, unopened, not heavy exactly, just waiting, the way some things wait until they're ready.Somewhere over the ocean she fell asleep against his shoulder, and he stayed still for three hours so he wouldn't wake her.Ireland met them with rain and sun at the same time, both of it coming down together in a way that seemed physically impossible.Zachary looked up at the sky as they crossed the tarmac."Does it always—""Yes," Isla said. "Always."Her mother was at the door before the car had fully stopped, already moving down the steps, and she pulled Isla into a hug that lasted long enough that Isla laughed into her shoulder and said, "Mam, I saw you on video call four days ago.""That's not the same thing at all," her mother said, and finally let her go, only to turn immediately to Zachary and hug him too, longer than she
He didn't answer her that night.Not because he didn't know. Some answers deserved daylight, not the middle of the dark with her half-asleep against his shoulder.In the morning she was at the counter in his shirt, coffee in hand, hair still messy from sleep, and he came in and poured his own cup and stood across from her."Yes," he said.She looked up. "Yes to what.""To what you said last night. The baby. The life that has more in it than surviving. Building something that stays." He said it simply, no hedge in it. "Yes."She studied him over the rim of her mug. "Just yes?""Just yes."She nodded slowly, like she was letting it settle somewhere permanent, and turned back to her coffee.He opened his laptop and started reading through the overnight emails, and that was it. The whole conversation over in two minutes.It meant everything.Two weeks out, the apartment started filling up with the small chaos of a wedding that was suddenly, actually close.Isla's mother called every day n
Isla sat down right where she was.The coffee shop kept going around her, the espresso machine hissing, someone laughing near the counter, and none of it touched her, not for a second."What does full mean," she said. Her voice came out careful, like she was handling something that might break if she wasn't gentle with it."It means the cellular markers they've been tracking," Zachary said, "the progression indicators. They're all within normal range. She said she'd want to monitor it for another six months before she'd use the word definitively, but—""But," Isla repeated."But she used the word full."Isla pressed her hand over her mouth. Her eyes went hot and she didn't try to stop it."Where are you," she said, when she trusted her voice again."My office.""Stay there." She was already on her feet, phone wedged against her shoulder, gathering her bag and her laptop with hands that weren't quite steady. "Don't move.""I wasn't planning to.""I mean it, Zachary. Don't move."She wa
Isla put her fork down and looked at him across the table."I'm taking it," she said. "Dublin. I called them back today."Zachary set his glass down slowly. "You said yes.""I said yes.""When do you start.""Officially, after the wedding. But they want preliminary drawings within the first month, so realistically, I start thinking about it the second we're back from Ireland."He nodded, watching her, something steady and pleased sitting behind his eyes."So we're doing this," she said. "New York and Dublin. Splitting it.""I've been thinking about it longer than you probably realize.""How much longer.""Since before you told me about the commission." He turned his glass slightly on the table, not quite looking at her. "Reid's been restructuring things at Cole Global for months. Less of me in the building day to day. It started because the doctors required it. It's turned into something I actually want.""You want to work less.""I want a life that isn't built entirely around the com
They went home without speaking.Not because there was nothing to say but because there was too much and the words hadn't been invented yet for what they were both thinking. Isla paced through the apartment like movement could help her process what Dorian had just told them, like walking from room
They met Dorian at a private members club that didn't have a sign outside and probably didn't have a public phone number. Neutral ground, his choice, which meant it wasn't neutral at all. It meant every advantage belonged to him because he'd selected the location and the timing and the rules of e
Reid didn't come back that night.Zachary and Isla waited until eleven and then went to bed, both of them understanding that some conversations took time and some people needed space to figure out what they were feeling before they could explain it to anyone else. They lay in the dark not talking
Isla sat with the card for one day.Just one. She was learning that sitting with information before acting on it was different from hiding it. She kept the card in her pocket. She didn't mention it to Zachary that first night even though he'd asked her to come to the kitchen, even though she'd te







