تسجيل الدخولMAEVE My phone buzzed in my bag and I almost let it ring out. I had declined Alexander four times already and my thumb knew the motion by heart now. But when I pulled it out and saw Romy's name on the screen I paused."One second," I told Jane, and answered.What Romy told me in the next two minutes made the whole café fall completely away. I sat there with the phone pressed to my ear and heard the words and felt them hit me like a ton of bricks.Christ.I lowered the phone."Maeve." Jane leaned forward across the table, her eyes searching my face. "You've gone completely white. What happened?""We need to go to the police station," I said. My voice came out level, which surprised me. "Right now, Jane."She stared at me. "Why? What did he—""Now. Please."We went.The precinct on West 35th smelled of burnt coffee and floor cleaner and the fluorescent lights made everything look slightly worse than it probably was. Jane and I sat across from an investigator in a small windowless room
MAEVEThe vehicle disappeared around the corner and I stood there staring after it, still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened in the last five minutes of what was supposed to be a perfectly ordinary afternoon.I pressed my fingers against my temple and breathed."Stop." Alexander's voice came from directly beside me and I turned to find him looking at me with that expression of his, the one that had no warmth in it whatsoever. "Stop standing here like the world is ending and get back to work. You're still my secretary, Maeve. Your resignation hasn't been approved."I stared at him.How could he be so cold? So unfeeling?"And look at this." He gestured loosely in the direction the vehicle had gone, his jaw tense. "This is exactly what happens when you go running off doing whatever you want. Look at the kind of people you've been spending time with since you decided to leave." A short, hard breath through his nose. "Andre only asked you out because that's what he
MAEVEHe stopped a few feet away and when he spoke his voice was low, almost too controlled, his blue eyes narrowing in my direction."Is this actually a date?" His gaze flicked once to Andre before coming back to mine. "With him?" The sneer in his tone was clear, his lips twisted into a frown like the thought of it was beneath him entirely.I gritted my teeth, annoyance pulsing through my veins. Who does he think he is to look down on Andre? To meddle in a choice I've made for myself for the first time in years?"Yes." I shrugged. "How is it any of your business?" The tone of nonchalance stuck, thank God.Andre shifted beside me. "She's already made her choice, man. Maybe it's time to accept that and let go." He sounded slightly impatient, shifting on one foot and then another under Alexander's intense scrutiny I've been a subject of that glare one too many times in the past two days... I did not blame Andre for being uncomfortable.Alexander's blue eyes held the man in his gaze l
MAEVE I woke up the next morning without a hangover, feeling lighter than I've felt in years. My rebirth was a reality...I was still here, I was still living in this second chance.And I woke up without dread sitting on my chest. No mental inventory of everything Alexander needed before I had even brushed my teeth. Just the morning light coming through the yellow curtains, the quiet of the house, and the small uncomplicated fact that I had somewhere to be that had absolutely nothing to do with him.I took my time getting ready.I stood in front of my mirror in a rust-coloured wrap dress that hit just above my knees, my hair down in loose waves I had actually spent time on. I looked at my reflection and felt that same warm settled feeling from the last night move through my chest. I wasn't performing for anyone. Just showing up as myself, fully and without apology.I grabbed my bag and headed out.Andre was waiting outside the cinema building, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, a
ALEXANDER I couldn't sit still. I had been home for forty minutes and I had already loosened my tie, taken it off entirely, poured two fingers of scotch, set it down without drinking it, and was now standing at the floor-to-ceiling window of my apartment staring out at the city with my jaw so tight it ached. How dare she. That was the thought running laps in my head, hot and irrational and refusing to slow down no matter how many times I told myself to drop it. How dare Maeve just walk away from me on that dance floor and climb into Andre's car like I wasn't standing right there. Like I hadn't crossed an entire room for her. Like what I had done meant absolutely nothing. Which it didn't, I reminded myself. Because she means nothing. She's a friend. That's all she has ever been. Unable to stop my thoughts from running wild and replaying the night over and over again, I picked up my phone and called Romy. He answered on the second ring, his voice is deep with sleep and a part of
MAEVE Okay. Breathe. The bar noise fell away behind the glass and the cool air inside the car hit my bare arms and I pressed the back of my head against the seat and stared up at the roof and told myself I was fine. I was completely fine. Alexander Hagreeves had grabbed my hand on a dance floor and I had felt absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. Jane was still twisted around in the passenger seat, her seatbelt cutting diagonally across her silver sequinned top, her 4C curls slightly wild from dancing, one acrylic nail pointed at me like a weapon. "I need to talk about what just happened," she announced, saying something either way. "Jane—" I began but she held her finger higher and cut me off. "No, I'm going." She shifted forward. "The audacity. The sheer, unearned, absolutely staggering audacity of Alexander fucking Hagreeves to grab your hand in the middle of a dance floor after sitting there all night letting your sister hang off him like a coat." She shook her head slow







