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Falling between us The Offer
Chapter Twenty-Three: The OfferThe email came at 10:14 a.m.Adrian was on the floor of the living room, helping Lila build a crooked tower of plastic blocks. Elena was upstairs, finally finding her rhythm in the studio again. It was a rare quiet morning.He read the subject line twice:POSITION OFFER – Assistant Creative Director, Auden & Black Music DivisionHe blinked. Then opened it.⸻The LetterAuden & Black is thrilled to offer you the position of Assistant Creative Director for our East Coast music division. We believe your unique artistic voice, combined with your experience mentoring young artists, aligns with our vision for the future of genre-crossing acoustic innovation…He skimmed.Base salary: high.Location: Manhattan office, hybrid.Start date: flexible.Benefits: generous.Creative freedom: “encouraged, within structure.”He let out a slow breath.It was everything he’d once dreamed of — when he was nineteen, hungry, and wide-eyed in studio basements. Before his musi
Falling between us The Fever
Chapter Twenty-One: The FeverIt started with a whimper.Lila had been unusually clingy all afternoon, refusing food, turning her head away even from the strawberries she usually devoured. Elena chalked it up to teething. Adrian rubbed her back and said, “Kids have off days too.”But by midnight, her skin was hot to the touch.By two a.m., she was burning up.Elena paced the bedroom with her daughter cradled to her chest, whispering nonsense lullabies while checking her temperature every fifteen minutes. 102. 103. 103.7.“She’s never had a fever this high,” Elena said, her voice thin, cracking.Adrian stood behind her, phone in hand. “Urgent care says bring her in. Now.”Elena didn’t even put on shoes.⸻In the Waiting RoomThe hospital was cold. Sterile. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead made everything feel surreal, like they were underwater.Lila lay limp against Elena’s chest, her tiny body shivering despite the heat radiating off her skin.Adrian was filling out forms when E
Falling between us The Voice That Never Called
Chapter Twenty: The Voice That Never CalledThe call came on a Tuesday morning.Adrian was in the kitchen, half-dancing with Lila to an old Stevie Wonder song while pancakes sizzled on the stove. Elena was upstairs, catching rare studio time. The sunlight was soft, the world quiet.Then his phone rang.Unknown Number.He almost let it go to voicemail.He should have.Instead, he answered with a distracted, “Hello?”A pause.Then a voice he hadn’t heard in over a decade.“Adrian.”His stomach dropped. The spatula slipped from his hand and clattered onto the floor.“Dad?”Another pause. Then: “I heard about the show. The open mic. Your name’s been floating around again.”Adrian stepped away from the stove, heart thudding.“How did you get my number?”“Does it matter?”“Yes,” he snapped. “It matters.”Lila babbled at his leg, confused by the sudden silence.“I want to see you,” the voice said. “Talk. Face to face.”Adrian shut his eyes.“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”“I know I wasn’
Falling between us On Display
Chapter Nineteen: On DisplayThe gallery buzzed.Soft music played overhead, the kind that seemed designed to fade into walls. Elena stood near her paintings, wine glass in hand, trying to ignore the sweat gathering at the small of her back.“Emergence: Women in Abstract Expressionism” was written in crisp silver lettering across the far wall. Beneath it, in smaller type:Featuring: Elena Cross, Maya St. James, Daria Collins…She read her name over and over, half expecting it to vanish.It didn’t.Adrian was beside her, tie slightly crooked, his hand resting on her lower back like a promise. He leaned in. “You good?”“Ask me in an hour.”He smiled. “You’re already the reason half the room’s standing still.”She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning.⸻The Work SpeaksHer four pieces hung side by side.Fever Nest. Rupture and Rebuild. Drowning Grace. And Surface Memory.Each a chapter of the same story — her story — told in violent colors and aching strokes. She’d poured he
Falling between us The offer
Chapter Eighteen: The OfferElena wasn’t expecting the email.She was mid-sip of lukewarm coffee, Lila gurgling in the playpen, when her phone buzzed.Subject: SOLO SPOT AVAILABLE — NY ExhibitShe stared.Then opened it.Elena,We’re curating a feature for “Emergence: Women in Abstract Expressionism.” I remembered your piece “Fever Nest” from three years ago — still gives me chills. A slot opened unexpectedly, and we’d love to consider you for it. One condition: all pieces must be original and completed within the next six weeks. Think of it as a rebirth. Let me know — soon.— Amelia VincentCurator, Sable Gallery, NYCElena read it twice.Then again.And again.Her heart kicked. Her mind raced.She looked at Lila, who was currently chewing on a stuffed octopus like it owed her money.“I don’t even have time to shower,” Elena whispered. “Let alone time to resurrect my entire artistic soul.”But something sharp inside her stirred.Something that had been too quiet for too long.⸻Adria
Falling between us Chords and Crossroads
Chapter Seventeen: Chords and CrossroadsThe email came late at night.Adrian was feeding Lila, balancing the bottle with one hand while scrolling through his inbox with the other. Most of it was junk. One was a diaper subscription reminder. And then — subject line:“Open Mic Revival — You In?”He stared at it for a full thirty seconds before opening it.Hey, man. We’re putting together a one-night acoustic show at Haven’s on Friday. Just local folks, all ages, all vibes. I remember you killing it back in the day. Got a last-minute spot. You game? — RobAdrian’s thumb hovered over the screen.It had been years since he played in public. Years since his last gig — a smoky bar and a half-empty crowd and a record label that never called back.Back before Elena.Before Lila.Before this version of his life that finally felt real.He looked down at his daughter, now dozing in his arms, and whispered, “What do you think, peanut? Can I still do this?”She let out a soft sigh that sounded vag
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