LOGINAlex's POV
I was reviewing the Bayport filing when my phone lit up with Marcus's name. Marcus was not a man who called for small reasons. I'd retained him for three years, paid him well, asked him very specific questions, and he had never once delivered an answer that wasn't worth the interruption. I picked up on the first ring. "Talk to me" "Mason's deployed a search team." His voice was low, economical. "They have the apartmenSelina's POV I woke up on the sofa. My neck ached from the angle I'd fallen asleep in, my eyes felt swollen and tight, and for approximately three seconds.... the gap between sleep and full consciousness, I didn't remember why. Then it came back All of it. At once.... The apartment was very quiet. I sat up slowly and looked at the room. The family photographs on the wall. The blanket I'd pulled over myself at some point in the night.... Mason's, one he kept on the armchair, dark grey, the kind he reached for when he was reading late. It still smelled like him. I sat with it folded in my hands for a moment Told myself the quiet didn't mean anything yet. Told myself that grief and anger were different things, and that anger burned itself out, and that Mason was the kind of man who processed in private and came back to the table eventually, because that was what he had always done. Told myself all of that Believed none of it. The doorbell rang at eight-forty.
Zara's POVI could breathe again.That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up this morning.... not relief exactly, not yet, just the absence of the tightness that had been sitting behind my ribs since the moment the handcuffs closed around my wrists. I lay in bed for a full minute just registering it. Air going in. Air going out. No knot stopping it halfway.I hadn't slept properly in daysEvery phone call had made me flinch. Every knock at the door had sent my pulse into somewhere uncomfortable. I had spent the time since the station rehearsing versions of an arrest that hadn't happened yet, certain it was only a matter of when.Enjoy your freedom while it lastsReeves's voice had been living in my head since he said it. I hated how much room he'd taken up there.The call came at nineI was sitting by the window with coffee I hadn't touched, when my phone rang. A name I trusted... one of the few left.I answered.I listenedAnd somewhere in the first thirty
Alex's POV I didn't know how long I had been here. Time didn't move the way it used to. There was no morning, no evening, no measurable distance between one moment and the next.... just a long, undifferentiated stretch of dark that occasionally produced something close to awareness before folding back into itself. I couldn't see anything I could hear, sometimes. Voices, distant and unclear, the way sound traveled through water. A machine, somewhere, with a rhythm I couldn't place. Footsteps that came and went without staying long enough to mean anything. And then, cutting through all of it, clear in a way nothing else was: Maya. The first time I heard her, I thought I was imagining itThat seemed like the more reasonable explanation.... that wherever I was, my mind had decided to manufacture the thing it wanted most, the way a person dying of thirst imagined water. I had spent ten years imagining her in one form or another. It would not have surprised me if this
Maya's POV They moved Alex at nine in the morning. A new wing... smaller, quieter, with a single corridor leading to four rooms instead of the open arrangement of the previous floor. Marcus's team had been through it twice before they allowed the transfer, and Crane had posted himself at the corridor entrance.... I walked beside the bed the entire way. Nobody suggested I do otherwise this time. "You should go home and sleep," a nurse said, around eleven, with the gentle persistence of someone who had said it to family members before and expected to keep saying it.... "I'm fine here," I said. She looked at the chair I had not left in four hours. "At least let me bring you a proper pillow," she said. I let her bring the pillow I did not move from the chair. Catherine arrived at noon with a bag that seemed designed to address every possible discomfort I might encounter over the following six hours. Food in containers that would keep. A thermos of coff
Maya's POVThe questions started at six in the morning and had not stopped by noon.Hospital administrators first... Then security personnel, going over the same ground with a different emphasis. Then a second detective I hadn't met before, working alongside Reeves, asking me to describe the intruder's build, his clothing, anything about his voice.I gave the same maccount each timeBy the fourth repetition, the words had worn smooth, the way anything did when you said it enough times... I kept my eyes on whoever was asking.I kept answeringI expected, somewhere in all of it, to be told who he was.A name. A photograph. Some confirmation that the system designed to catch people who did this kind of thing had caught him, that the footage had produced a clear image, that the staff access cards were logged with names attached and one of those names didn't belong.Instead, at eleven, Reeves came back with something else."The access," he said. "We've confirmed how
Mason's POVThe flowers started arriving on the second day.I didn't read the cards. Petra collected them at the door and arranged them somewhere in the apartment I didn't track, and they existed at the edges of my awareness the way everything existed at the edges of my awareness in those first days.... present, acknowledged, not fully processed.Friends calledI let most of the calls go to voicemail. The ones I answered, I answered with the minimum required to end the call without being rude about it. People meant wellI understood that. I didn't have anything available to give them in return for the meaning well.I moved through each day on a schedule that had nothing to do with wanting to be anywhere.Selina cried most of the timeI would come into a room and find her at the window, or on the sofa, or standing in the nursery doorway looking at the crib that nobody had moved yet, and she would be crying in the quiet, exhausted way of someone whose body had n
Maya’s POVThe air in Mason’s office thickened the second I turned back toward the door. Selina moved first quick, theatrical reaching out as if to grab my arm in some mockery of concern.“Maya, wait……”Her fingers brushed my sleeve.I reacted on instinct. A small, sharp push just enough to create
Maya's POV I lifted my chin, Selina is there beside Mason, in a romantic posture. “How do you sleep at night, Selina, with all that evil sitting on your chest like a stone?”She laughed soft, delighted. “Easily. Because I finally stopped pretending to be the good girl who waits for her turn”I lo
Maya’s POVThe coordination suite felt smaller with just the two of us in it. The harbor glittered beyond the glass like it was mocking us both, endless, indifferent, moving on without caring who drowned.Selina didn’t bother with the soft, apologetic mask anymore. The moment Lila’s footsteps faded
Maya’s POVThe alarm screamed at 6:00 a.m. sharp, a shrill, unforgiving sound that drilled straight into my skull“Damn it,” I hissed, slapping the phone silent before it could cycle into its second round. My head throbbed part hangover from too much crying, part exhaustion from staring at the ceil







