LOGIN(Sabrina’s POV)Luca held the car door open and I stepped out still laughing.He had spent the last twenty minutes of the drive doing impressions of all my brothers and I had laughed so hard my ribs ached, and my face hurt from smiling.I could not remember the last time my face hurt from smiling.He walked me to the front steps. He did not touch my arm or my back or try anything that would have made the evening something other than what it was, which was easy and warm and uncomplicated in a way I had forgotten things could be.“Thank you,” I said at the door. “I had a really good time.”“So did I,” he said simply.He waited until I was inside before he walked back to the car. I stood in the foyer and listened to the engine pull away down the drive, and I was still smiling when I pulled my phone out of my bag.The screen had three notifications.Two from Felix—a photo of Luna asleep on his chest, and then a follow-up that just said she loves me more than you and that’s final—and one f
(Nate’s POV)Alexis appeared in the doorway.She had her phone in one hand and her eyes looked soft and round. Her head was tilted gently.“Nate, Mara told me she heard—oh.” She looked at the bed. “Oh, Grandma Cooper, you’re awake! Oh my God, we’ve been so worried about you, you have no idea—”My grandmother looked at Alexis, and her face crumpled.She looked at her the way you look at proof of something you hoped wasn’t true.And then she started to cry.Her mouth pressed shut. Her chin buckled. Her shoulders drew up toward her ears and started shaking, and then the tears came, slow at first, then faster, rolling down her face and into the pillow. She did not make a sound.She did not wipe them. She did not turn away. She just lay there and cried, looking at Alexis, with her hands open on the blanket.Alexis froze in the doorway.She looked at me. She was waiting for me to fix it—to stand up, to cross the room, to explain to my grandmother that everything was fine and Alexis was wond
(Nate’s POV)My jaw locked.Of everything she could have said. Of every question in the world—where am I, what month is it, am I dying—the first word out of her mouth after weeks of silence was that name.“Grandma—”“Where is she, Nate? She was here. I remember. Right before I—she was in my room, she was shaking my shoulder, she was saying something about a fire—”“She is not here,” I said tightly.“Well, where is she? Call her. Tell her I’m awake. She’ll want to—”“She’s gone, Grandma.”The old woman went still.I sat up straighter. I had rehearsed this, in the car and in the shower and in the dark of my bedroom at three in the morning when I couldn’t sleep—I had built the sentences and I had lined them up and I had told myself that when the moment came, I would deliver them cleanly, and she would understand.“Sabrina set the fire,” I said.My grandmother’s eyes narrowed.“She lit a curtain in the bedroom. She was angry about the divorce, about Alexis, about the house.” I kept my voi
(Nate’s POV)Mara needed the wine cellar unlocked.She was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her phone against her hip and a list in her other hand, and she looked at me the way you look at a concierge who is taking too long.“Alexis wants the Sancerre for tonight,” she said brightly. “And the rosé from the second shelf. And anything sparkling, actually—Jenna’s coming, and Jenna only drinks sparkling.”“Who the hell is Jenna?” I asked flatly.“From Pilates.” She said it like I should know. Like this woman had been a fixture in my life and not a stranger who had appeared in my kitchen three days ago eating my yogurt. “So can you unlock it, or…?”I unlocked it.I stood there with the key in my hand while Mara walked past me into the cellar and started pulling bottles off the rack, checking labels against her list, humming something under her breath. She did not say thank you. She did not look at me again.I went upstairs.The second floor was quieter than it used to be. Alexis’s
(Felix’s POV)Sabrina went still beside me and I knew before I turned my head.I didn’t need to see. I felt it in the way her arm locked against mine—every muscle going tight at once, her whole body bracing like a woman who’d just heard a sound in a dark house.I turned anyway.Alexis. Fifteen feet away, heels clicking across the lobby floor, phone in her left hand, handbag in her right, walking toward the lifts like she owned the building and was mildly annoyed that people were using it without permission.She hadn’t looked up. She was going to.I had about six seconds. I took one of them to look at my sister.Sabrina’s face had gone white. She was standing in the middle of a hospital lobby with the sound of her child’s heartbeat still ringing in her ears, and Alexis was about to walk straight into all of it.No.“Hide,” I said. I unhooked my arm from hers and I did not look back. “Stay low. Don’t move.”I was already walking.I cut across the atrium at an angle that put me between A
(Sabrina’s POV)Adrian drove me to the hospital himself.He would not let Eric send a car, would not let Charlie come along in the front seat with a packed lunch and a blood pressure cuff he’d stolen from Adrian’s bag. He said it was a medical appointment, not a field trip, and he said it with the door already closing on Charlie’s face.“We need to talk about Alexis,” I said, before we’d cleared the driveway.Adrian’s hands adjusted on the wheel. “Sabrina—”“Tyler hasn’t called me back. I texted him yesterday and he read it and he hasn’t called me back, which means Eric told him not to, which means Eric is handling it, which means nobody is going to tell me anything!”“That sounds about right,” Adrian said mildly.“Adrian. She is faking a terminal illness. I have a witness. I have a doctor’s name. I have—”“You have a scan today.” He glanced at me sideways. “You have a baby in there who has been through smoke and stress and a month of chaos, and today we get to see them, and I am aski
(Sabrina’s POV)Breakfast had started to feel like something I could count on.Charlie was at the stove with three pans going. Felix was on the floor cross-legged, feeding Luna tiny scraps of bacon. Tyler was at the table already dressed, reading something on his tablet with a pen behind his ear. A
(Nate’s POV)Alexis was in my study. She shouldn’t have been—I locked it when I left, or thought I did—but there she was, behind my desk with Reed’s folder open in both hands.She was holding the photographs.“Where did you get these?” I asked flatly.“They were on your desk, baby.” She didn’t look
(Nate’s POV)Reed came into my study and stopped at the desk.I had been staring at the photograph of Eric Atwood’s hand on my wife’s elbow for the better part of an hour. I did not look up when Reed came in.“What.”“Sir. I have a location.”The pen I’d been holding stopped moving.“You—”“Three h
(Sabrina’s POV)We had been at the manor for a week. Eric had moved us up from the Carlisle on Saturday morning because, he said, hotels were for people who didn’t have homes, and we had a home now.The knock came before sunrise.For a second I thought it was the cat (who I’d named Luna) at the doo







