เข้าสู่ระบบElara's POV The hallway blurred as I walked it, journal still clutched against my chest, my own name — my own children's names — repeating themselves in my head like a rope I was trying to climb hand over hand. "Elara. Wait." Julian's voice, behind me, closer than I expected. I didn't stop. "Elara, please, just—" "Don't." I turned on him, and whatever was on my face made him actually stop moving. "Don't ask me to wait. You've had me waiting for three months without even telling me what I was waiting for." "I'll help you. Whatever you need — flights, money, people to find them faster than any police force could—" "I don't want your help." "You don't mean that." "I do." My hands were shaking around the notebook. "Every single thing you've given me these three months came with something hidden underneath it. I don't know how to take anything from you anymore without wondering what you're not saying." "That's not fair." "You keep telling me what's fair, Julian, and
Elara's POV "You're actually going to do it." "I said I would." Julian stood at the door, key card in hand this time instead of whatever code the panel wanted — different from the touchpad, a swipe instead of numbers, which struck me as strange before I decided it wasn't worth mentioning yet. "Are you ready?" "I've been ready for three months." "That's not what I asked." I looked at him. Really looked, the way I'd started doing with everyone since the name arrived, cataloguing the small things that used to slip past me. He hadn't slept. That much was obvious — the shadows under his eyes were the kind sleep doesn't fix in one night, only prevents in the first place. "Open it, Julian." He swiped the card. The lock clicked, small and unremarkable, and the door swung inward onto a room that was — nothing. Not nothing exactly. A desk. A single filing cabinet. A shelf with a few boxes, labeled in handwriting too neat to be casual. No dust. No sense that anyone had ever actually live
Julian's POV "You didn't sleep." Klaus said it from the doorway, not really a question, the way he opened most mornings now. "Neither did you, clearly, since you're here to tell me that." "I'm here because you asked me to be here at seven. It's seven." He came in, shut the door. "You promised her the room today." "I know what I promised." "So we're opening it." I didn't answer right away. Behind me the safe sat exactly where it had sat for three months, the notebook and the printed sheet inside it, waiting, patient, the way everything in that room had learned to wait for me to decide. "Julian." "I heard you." "You don't look like a man who's opening a locked room in an hour." "I look like a man who didn't sleep. That's all you're reading." Klaus crossed his arms, the posture he used when he'd already decided the conversation wasn't over no matter what I said to end it. "You're going to lie to her again." "I haven't decided anything." "You've decided. I've worked for you
Elara's POVThe keypad's light blinked green in the dark, and Julian's face, when I turned around, had already gone somewhere careful."It's storage," he said. "Old files. Nothing worth losing sleep over.""You flinched.""I didn't flinch.""You did. Same flinch you did the first week, when I asked what happened to your wife.""I told you. I don't talk about her.""You told me you never had one." I crossed my arms, more to keep my hands from shaking than anything else. "Which is it, Julian? Because you can't have both. Either there was a wife, or there wasn't, and you've given me two different answers standing in front of two different doors."He didn't say anything for a second. Just looked at me the way he looked at contracts he hadn't decided whether to sign."It's complicated.""Everything with you is complicated. That's not an answer, that's a stall.""Maybe I need a minute to figure out how to say it.""You've had three months.""I didn't know your name three months ago. Things
Julian's POV"She hasn't stopped asking since dinner."Weiss looked up from her tablet, unsurprised. "That's what a name does, Julian. It's not a door that closes gently once it's been opened.""I need it to close."The words came out before I'd fully decided to say them, and I watched her face register what I'd actually meant, the way a person registers a sound a half-second before they understand it was an alarm."Say that again," she said. "Slowly. So I'm certain I heard it correctly.""The Sydney lead. The surgical signature. I need it to have been a mistake."She set the tablet down. "It wasn't a mistake.""I know it wasn't a mistake. I'm asking you to make it look like one."The room went very quiet. Somewhere down the hall, faintly, I could hear Elara's footsteps — pacing, the particular restless rhythm of a woman with new information and nowhere yet to put it."You want me to tell a patient with a documented traumatic brain injury and memory loss that a legitimate diagnostic l
Elara's POV"You're doing the thing again."Dr. Weiss said it without looking up from the monitor, her English precise. "Frowning like you're trying to remember something. It won't work like that. I've told you this before.""You've told me a lot of things before. I don't remember most of them.""Fair." She smiled, and kept working. "Hold still. Two more minutes."I held still. The machine hummed around my head, a sound I'd learned to associate. Julian sat in the corner of the room, where he always sat during these appointments, close enough to be present, far enough to not crowd the doctor's work."Done," Dr. Weiss said, and the machine's hum wound down into silence. "Sit up slowly. There's always a moment where the room disagrees with you."The room disagreed with me. I sat with my eyes closed until it stopped."Well?" I said, once it had."Give me a few minutes to look properly. I don't like guessing out loud." She was already moving to her workstation, already pulling images onto
Elara's POV “What are you thinking about, Mum?” Noah’s small voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Nothing much, dear,” I said softly, smiling at him. “I was just remembering the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. I love you, my children.”“Mum,” Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we
Elara's POV My fingers trembled so hard I could barely unlock my phone. One deep breath. One last ounce of courage. Then I hit send — the recording, Ian’s confession, every single shred of betrayal he had thrown at me. I attached it all with a note that burned like poison on my tongue.> “Let’s se
Elara's POV The streetlight above me flickered, throwing broken shadows across the driveway as I stood there, gripping the divorce papers like they were the only thing keeping me from falling apart. My hands were shaking so badly the pages rustled in the night air. I don’t even remember the dri
Elara's POV Where the fuck is he? I muttered to myself as I searched the Grand Hall for Ian, my diamond stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor. Tonight was supposed to be special—our third anniversary and my twenty-fifth birthday. Ian had promised to make it a night I’d never forget







