เข้าสู่ระบบDaxton didn't call the next day. I noticed his silence more than I expected. One part of me was relieved because I didn't have to figure out what to say yet but another part of me still hurt because he hadn't called.Dana stayed with me throughout the weekend, she didn't pressure me to make any decisions or tell me what to do, she was simply there for me, as she had always been, giving me the support I needed when I needed it most.“You don’t have to know how you feel yet,” she said Saturday morning as she watched me move the eggs around my plate without eating them. “It’s okay if you don’t know what you want or how you feel for a while.”"I keep replaying it," I admitted. "The way his hands didn't move.....the way he just stood there. I keep trying to decide if that means something different than if he'd pulled away the second she touched him, and I can't land anywhere solid.""Maybe it does mean something," Dana said."Maybe it means he's human, and got caught off guard, and made a
Aldric Voss called at nine in the morning, which was unusual enough on its own that Cordelia knew before she even answered that he had something."I have confirmation," he said, without any preamble at all. "A city. A name close enough that I'm comfortable calling it certain, unless there is a very unlikely coincidence.”Cordelia set down the letter she'd been reading and gave him her full attention."Go on.""She's using the name Anne Grayson," he said. "Middle name moved to the front, surname kept the same, which is honestly a fairly common pattern for someone trying to stay findable to people who genuinely need to find her while staying invisible to a casual search. She runs a small contract consulting business. There's a child, a boy, just over a year old now based on the birth records I finally tracked down properly."Cordelia stayed completely still, the confirmation didn’t shock her as much as she expected. Instead, it gave her a quiet feeling of certainty. It was like hearing
By the third hour of silence, I couldn't sit still anymore.I called Dana, who happened to be staying in town for a few more days after a visit, and she came over without hesitation, letting herself stay with a sleeping Rowan while I drove to the office, my hands tight on the wheel the entire way.The building was mostly dark by the time I got there, only a few floors lit, Daxton's among them. The night guard recognized me and waved me through without question, the way he always did now.I took the elevator up, my heart pounding harder with every floor, and stepped out into a hallway that was quiet except for a low murmur of voices coming from Daxton's office, the door not quite fully closed.I slowed as I approached, some instinct telling me to be careful before I understood exactly what I was being careful of."You've been so tense lately," Vanessa was saying, her voice soft, closer than professional distance would ever allow. "I can see it. The stress of everything, her, the compan
I showed Daxton the photograph the next morning, both of us standing in my kitchen while Rowan ate breakfast, oblivious to the tension building between the two adults feeding him."She's watching us," I said. "Actually watching us, outside your building. This isn't just cold silence at the office anymore."Daxton stared at the photo for a long moment, his jaw tight."I'll talk to her," he said."Talk to her how?""I don't know yet but I can't just let this keep happening. If she's following us, taking pictures, that's something....that's actually something I can bring to HR, maybe even to the police if it continues.""Do you think confronting her alone is a good idea?" I asked, an old unease rising. "After everything already between you two?""I'm not doing anything wrong by talking to her," he said, a slight edge creeping into his voice that I wasn't used to hearing directed at me. "I'm trying to protect us. Isn't that what you want?""I want us to be careful," I said. "That's differ
I didn't go back to the office for almost a week after that night, not because I was avoiding it exactly, just because there wasn't a reason to, most of my work still happening from my own apartment, contracts and calls that didn't require me to be anywhere near Vanessa Cole. Daxton told me about the changes gradually, in pieces, over phone calls and quiet evenings. "She's not doing anything I can point to," he said one evening, frustration clear in his voice. "She shows up on time. She does her job, does it well, actually, better than well. She's just... cold. Distant. Won't make eye contact in meetings anymore unless she has to." "That's not nothing," I said. "I know. It's just hard to act on nothing specific. I can't discipline someone for being quiet." I understood the bind he was in, and it didn't make the unease sitting in my chest any lighter. A woman who'd once dug through invoices and gone to a reporter and stood in front of a board with a carefully built case wasn't
Daxton had asked me to come by his place that evening, a quiet night in planned after the tense conversation about Vanessa a few days earlier, something normal to hold onto after all the unease.I got there a little later than I meant to, held up by a client call that ran long, and let myself in with the key he'd given me weeks ago, expecting to find him in the kitchen or on the couch, the way he usually was.I heard voices before I saw anything, low, and one of them wasn't his.I stopped in the hallway, my hand still on the door."You don't mean that," Vanessa was saying, her voice soft in a way I'd never once heard from her, nothing like the cold, clipped professionalism she usually wore like armor. "I've watched you for years, Daxton. I know you better than she does. I know what you actually want, even when you won't say it.""Vanessa, you need to leave.""Just think about it," she said, closer now, and I heard movement, the particular rustle of someone stepping into someone else's
I didn't sleep that night, or the night after.Every time I closed my eyes, the photographs burned into my eyelids.The dark hotel room,the man with the blurred face,my body and features,the total ruin of the only night that had ever felt real to me.I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress in a c
Three months earlier."Congratulations, Serenity, you're getting married."The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against my plate,the dining room fell dead silent while I stared across the table at my father. "Excuse me?"Dad didn't even look up,he just calmly dabbed his mouth with a
I don't even remember how I got out of Jason’s office.One minute I was looking at the man I loved handing me divorce papers the next, I was trapped inside the elevator, staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls.The woman looking back at me was a stranger,her lipstick was smeared,her eyes wer
I spent most of my wedding pretending I wasn't terrified.The fake smile on my face must have been convincing enough because nobody questioned it,guests toasted us, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water.Everyone kept gushing about what a perfect couple we made. I just smiled, nodded, an







