MasukJane was waiting at the door when the Uber pulled up.She had her arms crossed over her chest and her 4C curls pulled up into a messy bun and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that said something I couldn't read from the car, and the moment I stepped out she looked at my face and her expression did something that she didn't try to hideShe just looked at me. At my swollen eyes and my scabbed lip and the mark on my cheek that hadn't fully faded yet. She looked at all of it and her jaw tightened and her eyes went bright and she crossed the small distance between us and pulled me into a hug that had nothing careful about it, both arms wrapped around me completely, her chin on top of my head, squeezing like she was trying to make up for every hour of last night that I had spent alone in that room.I stood there with my arms at my sides for exactly two seconds before I hugged her back.We stood on the sidewalk like that for a while. Neither of us said anything. A man walking his dog
My mother's expression changed.The warmth didn't leave all at once, it curdled, slowly, the smile holding its shape while everything behind it shifted into something harder and colder and considerably more honest."Why are you so stubborn?" Her voice came out tight. "We took you in. We raised you. We gave you everything and last night you said those words and now you're standing here refusing to apologize?" She shook her head, her eyes moving over my face with something that wasn't worry anymore. "After everything we've done for you."Just as my lips parted to speak, Dorothy appeared in the kitchen doorway.She looked between me and my mother and then her face settled into that expression of hers, soft and pained and perfectly constructed, and she crossed to my mother and put a gentle hand on her arm. "Mama, don't be too hard on her." Her voice was warm and careful as usual. "Maeve truly loved Alexander. Seeing his ring on my finger must be breaking her heart right now, she already c
MAEVE I cried all through the night.For the little girl I had been, growing up believing her real family was out there and everything would finally make sense when she found them. For the love I had poured into people who measured it back out to me in careful portions. For my unborn child. For my second chance and what it was going to take to actually use it.Somewhere in the early hours I just ran dry. I had nothing left. My chest was hollow, throat raw, eyes burning in the dark. I stared up at the ceiling till it became brighter outside, [the sounds of birds and the burn in my eyes from the sun rays that streamed in through the windows made me realize morning had come And that I hadn't slept a wink.I dragged myself to the mirror and willed myself to stare. My eyes were puffy, red and swollen and heavy. My lip scabbed over. And there on my cheek, sitting clear as the day was the full print of my father's fingers still pressed into my skin.I had no more tears. I had numbed past
MAEVE Alexander, for the first time that I could remember, had his displeasure and anger written all over his face, and he didn't bother to hide it. He looked at me like I was a disappointment, yet...those blue eyes remained trained on mine like he couldn't look away. The tingles in my spine that gaze left behind was something I wished I could ignore all together.He came around the desk and stopped close enough that I could see the vein working in his jaw and I kept my hands loose at my sides and my chin level and breathed through my nose.Better to get this done and keep with. I've made sure he's certain I want nothing else to do with him now all he has to do...is let me go."You actually left." His tone was accusatory, words almost forced out like he was still processing the fact."I did," I nodded, "I was no longer comfortable, so I left."His blue eyes darkened. "My grandmother asked you for one dance." His voice was low yet carried a weight that pressed down in my shoulders, th
ALEXANDER The song ended and I hadn't danced with anyone.I stood at the edge of the room with a drink I hadn't touched and felt the evening settle into something final and unrecoverable. Grandma Mary had retired to her table and wasn't looking at me anymore. The disappointment I could have handled. This quiet turning away was something else entirely.I set the drink down.Dorothy appeared at my side, her shoulder finding mine, and for a moment she just stood there without rushing to fill the silence the way most people did around me. After a while she exhaled softly, her head tilting toward my shoulder."She doesn't know what she has," she murmured. "She never has, Alex. You've given her everything and she just—" She stopped herself, pressing her lips together like she was holding something back for my sake. "I just hate watching her treat you this way. She's my sister and I love her but what she did tonight was cruel. You deserved so much better."She said it with her eyes cast sli
ALEXANDER I had been performing for two hours straight and my face was starting to feel like it belonged to someone else.The right handshakes, the right conversations, the right amount of interest in whatever the man in front of me was saying about the third quarter projections. I was good at this. I had been doing it since I was old enough to stand beside my father at these events without fidgeting.Tonight my eyes kept betraying me.They'd find the red dress across the room and I'd pull them back and give whoever was talking to me my full attention for about ninety seconds before they moved again. Red dress. Brandon's shoulder close to hers. Her head tilting back with a laugh I was too far away to hear. I shouldn't have been affected by the fact that I couldn't hear it, but damn it, I was.I saw the look in Brandon's eyes as he watched her with interest with awe and I knew for a fact that whatever it was he was planning wouldn't end well for her. Why the fuck did she have to pick







