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FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 128
Hope's GCSE results arrived in August, on a Thursday morning that began like any other Thursday morning in the household and then, at precisely eight-thirty when the results portal opened, became something else.She had taken eleven subjects and the results were released simultaneously, which meant that the specific quality of the morning was the particular, suspended stillness of waiting for a comprehensive accounting rather than a single outcome.She sat at the kitchen table with her laptop, the three of us arranged around her with the deliberate casualness of people trying not to communicate the level of attention they were actually paying, and opened the results with the composed, methodical quality that was simply how she engaged with things she'd worked toward.She read them. All eleven, in the order they appeared on the screen, with the focused, absorbing attention of someone making sure they'd understood what they were seeing before forming a response.Then she set the laptop
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 127
The second book was finished in December, on a Tuesday afternoon when both children were at school and the house had the particular, quiet quality of winter daylight that made the kitchen feel like the only warm place in the world.I wrote the last paragraph at the kitchen table, in the same notebook Killian had given me years ago, now full enough that the pages at the back had the specific, compressed quality of a document that had held a great deal, and I sat with it for a while after I'd finished, the way you sat with something that had required a long time and a great deal of honesty to complete and that you were not quite ready to release from your immediate attention into the world.The second book was different from the first in every way that mattered. The first had been, essentially, autobiography, the honest account of a practice I'd lived and the understanding that practice had produced. The second was something harder, the attempt to write accurately about experiences I ha
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 126
Hope's GCSEs began in May of the following year, which meant that the autumn before them had the particular, charged quality of the last significant stretch of preparation before something real and irreversible.She approached it the way she approached everything that mattered, with thorough preparation and contained intensity, the revision schedule refined from the previous year's version into something more sophisticated, the methodology updated in response to what the first year had taught her about her own learning patterns.She had, by this point, a fairly precise understanding of how she worked. Which conditions produced her best thinking. Which subjects required the most active effort and which could be sustained through lighter maintenance. When she needed other people around her and when she needed solitude. How much rest was the point at which more rest became avoidance rather than recovery.This self-knowledge was not the result of a single insight but of years of quiet, ho
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 125
Summer came back to the garden the way it always did, with the particular, generous confidence of something that knew its own timing and had no interest in being rushed or delayed by external expectation.Killian's beds were at their peak by July, the climbing plants having reached and exceeded their supports in the way they did every year, the tomatoes producing with the consistency that his years of documented attention had made predictable, and Hope's wasabi corner, now in its seventh year, representing something that the commercial growers she still corresponded with occasionally referred to in their communications as a genuinely notable achievement for the growing conditions involved.She had long since stopped being surprised by this and had moved into the comfortable, matter-of-fact relationship with her own expertise that was her characteristic mode for things she'd worked at long enough to know well.Eli's portion of the garden, which had expanded from the small observation c
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 124
Tara's collective action reached tribunal in April, eight months after she'd taken it on, and the quality of the proceeding was exactly what she'd been warned it would be and had prepared for anyway, the opposing legal team deploying every available mechanism to make the process itself as grinding and expensive as possible, the substance of the case almost secondary to the attrition being waged around it.She called me on the evening of the second day, not for reassurance, which she didn't need or want, but for the specific, practical kind of thinking-out-loud that she'd learned, over four years, was available from me in the way it was available from very few other people."They introduced a procedural challenge this afternoon," she said. "Technically sound but transparently tactical. It bought them two days of delay and cost us a not-insignificant amount of preparation time to counter.""Expected," I said."Yes," she said. "I expected it. I'm not surprised. I'm noting it because I wa
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 123
The new year arrived quietly, as it had the habit of doing in our household by now, the transition from one year to the next marked less by the specific occasion and more by the particular quality of attention that January always brought, the annual, private accounting of what the previous twelve months had contained and what the next might require.Hope stayed up until midnight, as she had for several years now, and Eli lasted until ten before the particular, absolute quality of his sleep arrived and overrode his intentions. Killian carried him to bed with the practiced ease that had never entirely lost its tenderness, and returned to the back step where Kade and Hope and I were watching whatever fragments of fireworks were visible above the garden walls."Another year," Hope said, at midnight, with the specific, satisfied tone she used for the confirmation of logistical milestones."Another year," I agreed."A good one?" she asked, which was her annual question, directed at all thre
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 5
My coffee burned hot as I sat in my seat. The Carter twins had bought my company off the previous day and I had immediately clocked out of work early.Pretending to be sick was easier than staying.I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have screamed if I had stayed.My desk was full of the unfinished documents
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 4
I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunate
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 2
It took an entire bottle of bourbon to make me forget what I had done days ago and an entire barrage of messages from Killian to bring me back to reality. I grimaced at my phone screen when another text from him popped up. This was his fifteenth one in three days and even after I blocked him, Killi
FORGOTTEN IDENTITY Chapter 1
The room was quiet except for the sound of our uneven breathing. My mind and body drained from the wave of pleasure and ecstasy I had just come down from. I knew that Kade Carter was an amazing man but I had no idea that he was an amazing lover as well."God, you're amazing." The man of my dreams m
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