LOGINDerek's POVI remembered the mornings she went pale at breakfast and pressed her fingers against her temple when she thought nobody was looking. I remembered the afternoon she stood in front of me and asked me to come with her to the hospital for some test results, and I didn't even look up from my phone. Rosa's flight lands today. I never asked her what the tests were for. I never asked her anything.But Ares knew. Whatever it was, he knew, and I didn't. He was sitting beside her in hospital waiting rooms while I stood outside on the pavement like a stranger.I pulled out my phone and found the number of a man I had used twice before for problems that needed to be handled quietly. He answered on the fourth ring, half asleep."Mr. Callahan.""St. Mary's Hospital," I said. "The oncology department. My wife was there today with my uncle. I want to know who she saw, what tests she had, and why. I want everything.""Medical records are difficult, sir.""Then make them easy," I snapped. "I
Derek's POVThe house was too quiet, and the quiet was driving me insane.I had lived in the Callahan mansion my whole life, and I had never once noticed how silent it could get. There had always been noise. My father's voice drifting out of the study when I was a boy. My grandfather's heavy footsteps on the stairs. Staff moving through the halls, my mother giving orders, Lana's music thumping behind her bedroom door. Tonight there was nothing. Just the old clock ticking at the bottom of the staircase, and the pipes knocking somewhere behind the walls, and the sound of my own breathing, which had been too fast and too hard since the moment I walked away from that hospital.At dinner I had sat at the head of the table and stared at the empty chair on my left until my mother put down her fork and asked if I was planning to eat or just sit there sulking like a child.I threw my glass across the room.It hit the wall beside the sideboard and exploded, and red wine ran down the wallpaper i
Sophie's POV"Please let me finish." I held his hands tighter. "I've spent two years hiding. I hid in my room. I hid in the kitchen. I hid behind a polite smile every time Shirley called me a gold digger and every time Lana laughed at me. And then when the doctor told me I was dying, I did the same thing. I went quiet and I waited, because that was all I knew how to do." I swallowed. "I'm not dying, Ares. I have a life now. An actual life, with years in it. And I don't want to start it by hiding in your penthouse because I'm scared of what people might say about me.""It isn't what they'll say that worries me," he said. "It's what they'll do. You saw that reporter yesterday, shoving a camera in your face outside a hospital. You saw Derek screaming at you in the street. Whoever did this to you is still out there, and they know by now that their doctor is gone and their records are ash. They might be feeling desperate. Desperate people do stupid things."
Sophie's POV"It isn't, baby." He turned me gently to face him and took my face in both his hands, and I saw that his jaw was tight and his eyes had gone hard and dark, the way they had the night he slammed his hand down on the dinner table. "Someone paid him to tell you that you were dying. Someone paid him to disappear the moment you stopped being a risk. And last night someone made sure there was nothing left for us to find." His thumbs moved slowly over my cheeks. "This was planned from the very beginning. Every piece of it.""Someone in that house," I said.He didn't answer. He didn't need to.I stood there with his hands on my face and thought about all of them. Shirley, who had called me a gold digger from the very first day I walked through her front door. Lana, who laughed every time something hurt me. Rosa, who had come home expecting to take back her place and found me standing in it. Derek, who had wanted a divorce so badly he ca
Sophie's POVThe smoke was worse outside. It stung my eyes and scratched the back of my throat, and I pressed my hand over my nose as we walked toward the crowd. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. The last time I stood on this pavement, it had been raining, and I had walked out of those doors with a folder in my hands and nowhere to go, and I had believed every word inside that folder. Now half the building was black, and I didn't know what I was supposed to feel about that.Ares stopped one of the firemen as he passed, an older man with soot smeared across his forehead and exhaustion written all over his face."Excuse me," Ares said. "What happened here?""Fire broke out around two this morning," the man said, pulling off one heavy glove. "Second floor. We got everybody out, thank God. Patients, night staff, everybody. Nobody's dead.""Do you know how it started?"The fireman gave him a long look, the kind of look a man gives when he has been asked that question too man
Sophie's POVI did not sleep much that night, and I don't think Ares did either.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in my old bedroom at the mansion. I could see the narrow bed against the wall and the small window that never let in enough light, and the little white machine on the nightstand that had hummed beside my pillow every single night for two years. I could almost smell the lavender again, sweet and heavy, the smell I had fallen asleep to and woken up to for so long that I had stopped noticing it. I had lain in that bed with my head splitting open and told myself it was grief, or stress, or the weight of living in a house where nobody wanted me. And when a man in a white coat finally told me it was a tumor, I believed him, because by then I was too tired to believe anything else.Ares held me through all of it. Every time I turned over, his arm tightened around my waist and pulled me back against his chest, and once, somewhere close to four in the morning, I fel
Sophie’s POVBecause that is what I was. That is what she was saying. After two years of living in this house, cooking the meals and keeping the rooms and shrinking myself down to nothing, I was the help.I pressed my lips together very hard. I picked up my plate. I pushed my chair back carefully s
Sophie’s POVThe force of it snapped my head to the side and knocked me completely off balance. My back hit the kitchen cabinet and then my legs gave way and I went down to the floor. The impact jarred through my whole body and the headache that had been sitting quietly behind my eyes exploded into
Sophie’s POVI stood there in the pouring rain without an umbrella, soaking wet within seconds, and I thought about everything that had happened today from the moment I woke up to this exact moment and I almost laughed. Almost. The sound that came out wasn't quite a laugh and wasn't quite a cry. It
Sophie’s POVI walked down the corridor and I already knew something was wrong before he opened his mouth. He came in carrying my file and set it on the desk carefully, like he was buying himself extra seconds. He sat down and folded his hands."How are you feeling Mrs. Callahan? The headaches. Hav







