AlexThe sound of fumbling at the lock had woken me from an uncomfortable doze sometime after dark. I'd expected Victoria, coming to deliver another lecture or maybe finally let me out for good behavior. Instead, the door had creaked open to reveal Sarah, still in her little yellow dress from earlier, hair messed up from whatever she'd been doing all day."Alex?" Her voice had been small and uncertain. "Are you okay?"I'd stared at her in amazement. Six years old and she'd figured out how to work the lock that had kept me trapped for hours."How did you—?""I watched Mama do it earlier." She'd stepped into the doorway, looking around the dark room with wide eyes. "She said you were being punished for pushing me.""I was." I'd stood up slowly, legs stiff from sitting on the box for so long. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean for you to get hurt.""I know." She'd reached for my hand, her small fingers warm against mine. "Are you hungry? I saved you some dinner."The simple kindness of it
AlexYes, I had pushed her.I could still remember the way the sunlight had looked on the water's surface, broken into a thousand dancing diamonds that made it impossible to see her beneath. The way my stomach had dropped when I realized she wasn't coming back up. The way her small hand had broken the surface, grasping desperately at nothing."Sarah!" I'd screamed, my voice cracking with panic. "Sarah, swim!"But she couldn't swim. Not without the water wings. That had been the whole point of her defiant gesture—proving she could do something she absolutely couldn't do.I'd jumped in after her, of course. Eight-year-old me thrashing through the water, barely able to keep my own head above the surface. I'd managed to grab her arm, drag her toward the shallows where we could both stand, both of us coughing up lake water and crying.She'd been fine. Scared and crying and probably traumatized, but fine. I'd been the hero for about five minutes, until Victoria found us both soaking wet and
AlexThe morning light filtered through Maya's blinds in thin golden strips, painting her bedroom walls with shadows that shifted every time a cloud passed overhead. I'd been awake for at least an hour, maybe two, lying perfectly still and staring at the ceiling while my mind churned through the same impossible loop.Tell her. Don't tell her. Tell her now. Wait until after the board meeting. Tell her everything. Tell her a version of everything.Marcus's voice kept echoing in my head from yesterday: You could adjust the timeline a little. Who's to say different?The suggestion had felt reasonable then, sitting in that gym with my pride still smarting from his lecture. A small lie to spare her additional pain. A white lie that would protect both of us from the fallout of my cowardice over the past three weeks.Now, lying next to her in the pale morning light, it felt like exactly what it was. Manipulation dressed up as protection.Maya shifted beside me, making that small sound she alw
Maya"Alex?" My voice came out like sandpaper. "What are you—it's seven in the morning."He looked like shit. Worse than shit. Hair sticking up like he'd been running his hands through it for days. Stubble that had crossed over from rugged into homeless territory. His shirt wrinkled to hell, probably slept in. Dark circles under his eyes that made him look—Fuck. He looked exactly how I felt."I know it's early." His voice was rough, like he'd been chain-smoking. "I just needed—"He stopped talking. Just fucking stopped, staring at me like I was some kind of ghost.I looked down at myself. The old Columbia shirt that barely covered my ass. No bra, nipples probably showing
AlexI didn't sleep that night.Sat in my living room with my phone in my hand, Maya's contact photo staring back at me. A photo from the launch before everything went to shit.I'd typed out maybe fifty different messages. Deleted every one.Maya, I need to tell you something...Delete.There's something you should know before the board meeting...Delete.Daniel has photos of us...Delete. Delete. Delete.The whiskey wasn't helping. Neither was the view of the city, a
AlexMarcus found me at the gym, which should have been my first warning. He never came to the gym. Said the smell of other people's ambition made him nauseous."Board meeting," he said without preamble, dropping onto the bench next to me. "Emergency session. Day after tomorrow."I set down the weights, sweat dripping onto the mat. "What kind of emergency?""The kind where they're gonna make a full mess of Maya." He pulled out his phone, showing me something—an email, maybe, or a document. The words blurred together. "Your girl's father's been busy. Got people talking about... stability issues, mental fitness, all that corporate bullshit.""She's not—" I stopped. Grabbed my water bottle just to have something to do with my hands. "How do you know this?"Marcus gave me that look. The one that said I was being particularly stupid. "I know things. It's literally what you pay me for.""Right."I drank water I didn't need, my mind already racing. Maya alone at that meeting. No preparation.