“I think part of me believes if I never read it, then she can still be the mother I imagined in her final days. That maybe she did love me in her own way, and I never have to find out otherwise.”The silence stretched.Then Asher said softly, “Or maybe it’s exactly what you need to hear. To let go.”Vera pressed her lips together, trying not to let the war inside her show on her face.“I’m not ready,” she admitted.He didn’t push.“Then don’t open it,” he said gently. “Not until you are. Not until you want to.”Her throat ached with a thousand unspoken words.She nodded once.“Thank you.”They stayed there, the air full of unspoken things, until Eira returned, now in fluffy pajamas with cartoon cupcakes and a sparkly headband.“I’m ready!” she declared. “Movie night begins now! I vote Tangled!”Asher grinned. “Excellent choice.”Vera forced a smile and turned toward her daughter. “Alright, Rapunzel. Let’s go.”As they walked toward the living room together, Eira holding Vera’s hand on
The sound of keys in the door.Asher and Eira locked eyes, excitement bubbling like a secret between them.The door opened, and there she was.Vera, still in the navy blue dress she had worn to the reading, hair slightly tousled from the wind, heels in one hand, and a look of exhausted curiosity in her eyes.She blinked at the sight of them.Eira in her sparkle dress.Asher in a soft gray T shirt and slacks, hair slightly messy from cooking, standing beside a table perfectly set.“Tiramisu?” she asked, voice soft.Eira jumped up. “For you!”Vera smiled, tired, surprised, touched.And Asher?He just stood there, watching her take it all in.Watching the moment unfold.She slipped off her heels, stepped into the kitchen barefoot, and looked at them both.“You two are something else.”Asher grinned. “We had a very productive board meeting. Someone’s already planning a hostile takeover.”Vera raised a brow at Eira. “You’re planning to take over Daddy’s company?”Eira shrugged. “Maybe. Or
“Thank you,” she said sweetly. “I picked it myself.”The entire hallway went quiet for a beat… before someone let out an affectionate, “Aww!”A wave of quiet chuckles followed.Eira turned back toward her father, her voice low. “Daddy, I think I made an impression.”Asher smirked, barely containing his amusement. “You always make an impression.”As they passed the assistant desks, one intern dared to compliment her pink hair clip. Without missing a beat, Eira stopped, reached into her tiny glitter bag, and handed the intern a pink sticker she’d brought from home.“It’s a star,” she whispered. “For being nice.”The intern melted on the spot.“Oh my God,” someone muttered behind them. “She’s like a unicorn in designer shoes.”Asher bit the inside of his cheek, amused and helpless. This was his child.As they approached the glass double doors to the lobby, Eira turned once more, resting one hand on her hip and adjusting her sunglasses like she was about to drop a mic.“I’ll be your boss
Asher adjusted his cufflinks as the elevator descended, the sharp ding of each floor calming his nerves more than the silence had. Beside him, Eira was perched like a queen, legs crossed, arms folded, and oversized pink heart shaped sunglasses balanced just perfectly on her tiny nose.“Is this the tallest building in New York?” she asked, tilting her head dramatically.“No,” Asher replied with a grin, “but it’s one of the most important ones.”“Because it’s yours?”“Exactly.”She beamed, chin lifting as if she’d just inherited her own skyscraper.He couldn’t help but admire her confidence. Every ounce of her radiated curiosity and attitude, the perfect blend of Vera’s quiet steel and something mischief, born straight from him.She had dressed herself that morning while Vera was still out, fluffy pink tulle skirt, glittery backpack, and a buttoned pink blazer she had insisted was “office professional.”“I’m ready to take notes,” she declared earlier, stuffing crayons into the side pock
There was something painfully familiar in the shape of his mouth. In the posture. In the eyes that flickered toward her with something like restraint. Like regret.Bell cleared his throat. “Miss Sterling… this is Mr. Julian Renner. Executor of your mother’s final estate matters. And your… uncle.”Vera’s blood ran cold.“What?” she breathed.Julian took a seat across from her, folding his hands calmly. “Elena and I were estranged for most of our adult lives. But I was present at the end.”Vera stared. “I’ve never heard of you.”“I didn’t want to be found,” he said smoothly. “Your mother and I had a… complicated history. She respected that. But in the last weeks of her life, she called me. Asked me to be here when this day came.”The words slammed into Vera like a weight.Eliza finally spoke again, voice softer. “He’s telling the truth. Elena didn’t talk about him. But she trusted him when the time came.”Vera sat back, the air in the room suddenly thinner.What else hadn’t she known?W
Tuesday morning crept in quietly, dressed in soft clouds and a chill that hinted it might rain later.Vera stood in front of the full length mirror in Asher’s penthouse, adjusting the lapel of her charcoal blazer. Her fingers moved slowly, precisely, like she could will away the nerves building beneath her skin with every press and tug.Eira’s laughter echoed faintly from the living room.She smiled at the sound, soft, distracted.Asher was with her, as promised. He was entertaining their daughter with some over the top cartoon antics and the occasional dramatic yelp of defeat whenever she “won” at her puzzle game.It had been her idea to leave Eira with him today. And her choice alone.Because this wasn’t a day for children.It wasn’t even really a day for smiles.Today, she would read the will of her late mother, Elena Sterling, the woman who had given her life, then disappeared, then died without Vera ever getting the chance to spend time with her.Vera let out a long breath.Six y