LOGINLaylaMom went home two weeks later.She still needed help getting around, and Dr. Bellamy had given her enough instructions to fill several pages, but she was out of Saint Catherine. The first time I walked into her room and saw the hospital bed empty, I stood there longer than I needed to.There had been a point when I couldn’t imagine reaching this side of it. Now Mom was home, my visits were no longer made beneath fluorescent hospital lights, and every follow-up with Bellamy had been encouraging.Life had settled enough that I had stopped waiting for something to disturb it.Harvey and I had settled too.I still spent some nights at Marissa’s, although she had begun referring to my room as my storage unit. Most nights, I ended up at Harvey’s. Some mornings we drove to work separately. Some evenings one of us worked too late. There were dinners with Sophie, evenings alone, hospital visits, and ordinary nights when we did nothing worth remembering.I liked those more than I expected
LaylaA week after Mom’s surgery, Dr. Bellamy told us he was pleased with her progress.She was still at Saint Catherine, but she was spending more time out of bed and had started walking short distances with assistance. She tired quickly, and Bellamy warned us that recovery would take time, but if she continued improving, they would begin discussing when she could go home.Watching her cross the room with a nurse beside her shouldn’t have felt like such a huge thing.It did.Her steps were slow and careful, but they were hers.I stayed until after lunch, then kissed her goodbye and headed to Whitmore Capital.Peter stopped me shortly after I arrived.“I have something for you.”He handed me a folder and told me he and the team had started preliminary review on a company called Northwick while I was away. He wanted Annette and me to take over the analysis and determine whether there was enough there to warrant further diligence.I flipped through the first few pages. “When do you want
LaylaMom was awake when I saw her the next morning.Only barely.Her eyes opened when I came closer to the bed, and it took a few seconds before they focused on me. She looked exhausted, her voice rough when she tried to speak.“Hi.”I took her hand carefully. “Hi.”“How long?”“Since the surgery? Not even a full day.”She closed her eyes again, and for a second my heart jumped before her fingers tightened weakly around mine.“Bellamy said everything went well,” I told her. “He’s happy with how you’re doing.”Mom nodded slightly.I stayed beside her while she drifted in and out of sleep. There wasn’t much conversation. She was sore, tired and still being monitored closely, but every time she opened her eyes and recognized me, something inside my chest loosened a little more.Dr. Bellamy came by later and confirmed that her recovery was progressing as expected. There was still a long way to go. They would monitor her closely before deciding when she could leave the hospital, and recov
LaylaBy the time I reached Saint Catherine the next morning, Mom was waiting to be taken for her final scan.I pulled the chair closer to her bed and sat beside her. She looked tired, but better than she had when she was first admitted. The headaches were being controlled more effectively now, although her balance still hadn’t improved much.“How are you feeling?”“Nervous.”Her honesty made my chest tighten. I took her hand. “Bellamy said yesterday everything was still looking the way he expected.”“I know.”She knew all the reassuring things already. So did I. Neither of us needed to repeat them.A nurse came for her a few minutes later. I stayed until they wheeled her from the room, then went downstairs for coffee while I waited.Work had been surprisingly easy to step away from. Peter already knew about the surgery and had told me to take whatever time I needed. My assignments would be covered until I returned.That afternoon, Dr. Bellamy came in after Mom’s final tests were comp
LaylaAdrian was waiting outside Kate’s building when we arrived.He had beaten us there by several minutes, but he hadn’t gone inside. He stood near the entrance with his hands in the pockets of his coat, his expression hard enough that I almost didn’t recognize the warm, easygoing man I’d met at Morrison.“You didn’t go up?” Harvey asked.“I thought I should wait.” Adrian looked at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?”“Yes.”He nodded and turned toward the building.Kate lived high enough that the elevator ride gave me far too much time to think. I still couldn’t reconcile the woman I remembered with the photograph on Harvey’s computer. Kate had been friendly when we met. Even after I learned how she felt about Harvey, she had never treated me badly.The doors opened, and Adrian led us down the hall. Kate answered not long after he knocked, and her expression changed almost immediately when she saw the three of us standing there.“Adrian?”“We need to talk.”Her gaze moved from h
LaylaBy the following afternoon, there wasn’t much left to argue about professionally.Legal had finished its review. Recruitment had documented my hiring from application to offer, Peter had documented why he’d assigned me to Tectrics, and the work I’d done after that spoke for itself. The dates established that Harvey and I hadn’t been together during the overnight trip, and once our relationship began, we’d disclosed it and put the necessary safeguards in place. The board had been given the full chronology.The story looked convincing only when the dates were missing.I was reading the final summary from legal when Harvey appeared beside my desk. “Do you have a minute?”I saved what I was working on and followed him to his office. The door closed behind us.Harvey handed me a printed page. “They found the earliest circulation of the photograph.”I read it. The image had begun moving through a small group of people connected to the Morrison weekend before any of the questions about







