Mag-log inPOV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghPippa sent the article at seven forty-two AM.No message. Just the link.The Herald had run it overnight. The headline was restrained by Herald standards: Bellamy Holdings RIAS win: Lewis Sterling's ex-wife and the Edinburgh firm that rebuilt itself. The engagement was three paragraphs in — sourced to "a guest at the Assembly Rooms ceremony" and accompanied by a photograph of Yessica holding the award with Lewis visible two rows back.The photograph was fine. The article was mostly fair.The problem was the byline date: published 11:47 PM.Which meant Pippa had read it alone, at midnight, and had been sitting on it since.Yessica called her before she could talk herself out of it.Pippa picked up immediately."I'm coming over," Pippa said."I know."She was at the door twenty-two minutes later. Lewis had already taken the girls to Theron's for the morning — they'd agreed on this the previous night, reading the same situation independently. He'd left
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghHarrison's Bartlett certificate was in Marcus's inbox by nine PM.Graduated 1976. Architecture. Distinction.Lewis forwarded it to the Herald journalist with a single line from the Sterling Industries legal team: Any claim that Harrison Sterling's architectural credentials are falsified is demonstrably false. Publication of such a claim would constitute defamation. Please confirm receipt.The journalist didn't run the story.The old law firm went quiet.That was the end of it.The RIAS ceremony was at the Assembly Rooms on George Street — the same building where Sienna had found Yessica at the Christmas party eight months ago. Lewis noticed the location on the invitation and said nothing. Yessica noticed him notice it."It's a room," she said. "It doesn't belong to that conversation.""You're right," he said."I know."They arrived separately — Yessica with her Bellamy Holdings team, Lewis from the office. They'd agreed on this. Tonight was Yessica's p
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe called Harrison at eight AM the next morning, while Lewis was doing the school run with Claire.He answered on the first ring. She'd noticed he always answered quickly now. Like he was waiting."The RIAS nomination," she said. "You listed yourself as lead draughtsman on the Canongate elevation drawings.""Yes.""Why."A pause. Not evasion. Harrison pausing was different from Harrison avoiding — she'd learned to tell the difference."I am seventy-one years old," he said. "Sterling Industries will be Lewis's in five years, formally, though it's already his in practice. My name will be on a building in the City of London that I commissioned at forty-eight and a boardroom I occupied for thirty years." Another pause. "The Canongate drawings are the first thing I've designed since I was twenty-six. I wanted it on record before I run out of time to put things on record."Yessica looked out the kitchen window.The garden. The gate with the good latch. A
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghIt happened on a Tuesday.No particular reason. No planning. Lewis had specifically not planned it, because planning it would have made it a performance, and he'd spent two years learning the difference.It was a Tuesday evening, six weeks into the new house. Rose had a cold — not serious, just miserable, the particular low-grade misery of a fourteen-month-old who couldn't understand why her nose wasn't working. She'd been up twice the night before. Lewis had taken the two AM shift because Yessica had a seven AM site meeting at Canongate.They were in the kitchen after the girls were down. Yessica was going through drawings at the table — Bellamy Holdings project, red pen, the focused expression she got when she was finding errors. Lewis was washing up. Just the domestic machinery of a Tuesday night in a house they'd been living in for six weeks.He turned off the tap.Dried his hands.Looked at her at the table."I want to ask you something," he said.
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghHe'd spent four hours on the bookshelves.Floor-to-ceiling, both alcoves flanking the chimney breast, exactly as Yessica had described on the day they'd first viewed the house. He'd sourced the same oak as the existing shelving in the hallway so it matched. He'd checked the measurements twice. He'd even grouped the books she'd already unpacked by the system she used at Bellamy Holdings — subject, then author, then date.He'd thought it would make her happy.He was wrong.Yessica came home at six from the client meeting, walked into the room, and stood in the doorway.Thirty seconds of silence."You went in my room," she said."I wanted to surprise you. The shelves—""I can see the shelves." Her voice was completely level. That was worse than anger. "Lewis, I told you. This room was mine.""I know, I just thought—""You thought." She turned to look at him. "You thought, so you made a decision about my space without asking me.""It was supposed to be—""
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe removal van arrived at seven-fifteen.Claire was already dressed, sitting on her packed boxes in the hallway of the old flat, wearing her good coat with the brass buttons because she'd decided moving day was an occasion."Are we going now," she said."Soon," Yessica said."That means not now.""It means soon."Claire considered this, found it inadequate, and went to supervise the removal men instead.Lewis arrived at seven-thirty with coffee and a look that said he hadn't slept much. He handed her a cup without speaking. She took it."How's the flat," she said."Empty," he said. "It was never really — I don't know. I was always waiting.""I know."Rose was in the carrier on Yessica's chest, watching the removal men with the focused attention of a one-year-old who had decided large strangers carrying furniture were extremely interesting.By nine AM the old flat was hollow. Just walls and the marks where bookshelves had been and a rectangle of slig
POV: Lewis | Location: New YorkPippa was already seated when Lewis walked in.Arms crossed. Back straight. The expression of someone who had agreed to this meeting and was already regretting it.Lewis ordered two coffees at the counter — black, no sugar, the way he'd watched Pippa drink it at a do
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe shop opened at nine.Agnes unlocked the door at eight forty-five and handed Yessica a broom without explanation."Start with the front step," Agnes said. "Edinburgh rain brings everything in."Yessica started with the front step.Pages Poetry was exactly what
POV: Lewis | Location: New YorkThe letter was on the kitchen counter.Lewis had read it four times before he noticed his hands were shaking.By the time you read this, Claire and I will be somewhere you can't follow.He set it down.Picked it up.Read it again."Yessica." Her name came out broken.
POV: Yessica | Location: New YorkShe sent the message at seven AM.Not impulsively — she'd been awake since five, lying in the grey pre-dawn with the draft on her phone and her hand on her stomach and the silver box in the drawer, running the decision forward and backward until it stopped feeling l







