تسجيل الدخولPOV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghLewis was at the hotel.His choice. He'd booked it three days ago without being asked — two streets from Granville Terrace, five minutes on foot, the kind of distance that meant available but not underfoot.He'd texted at nine: Settled in. Girls okay?She'd replied: Claire demanded I read the horse book twice. Rose pulled Claire's cast and we had a situation. Everyone fine.He sent back: Situation resolved?Cast still on. Tears resolved with biscuits. Your father's influence.A pause. Then: See you tomorrow.See you tomorrow, she'd typed back.Now it was eleven PM and the house was quiet.Both girls asleep.Yessica sat on the edge of her bed — the room with the good lock, the bookshelves in the right order now, the south-facing window — and looked at the dress hanging on the back of the door.Ivory. Simple. Nothing that announced itself.She'd bought it three weeks ago in twenty minutes because she'd walked past a shop on Thistle Street, seen it in t
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghLewis called at ten-fifteen.Yessica was at the kitchen table, Herald article open on her laptop, twenty-eight minutes to the journalist's deadline."Tell me what Harrison said," she said."Reid approached Sienna three months ago," Lewis said. "He offered her preferred acquisition status on Sterling Industries' Edinburgh property division. If she could prove our relationship was unstable."Yessica looked at the wall."He tried to buy her.""Yes.""And she refused.""And then walked to your door with the envelope."Yessica sat with that.She'd spent months reading Sienna's visit as conscience. A woman deciding to stop causing damage.It was that.It was also a woman who'd been offered something real and said no."Does Harrison know she refused?""He found out two weeks ago." A pause. "He didn't tell me because he was still deciding how to handle it himself.""Still managing.""Still learning," Lewis said. "Like the rest of us."She looked at her scree
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghThe Western General at nine PM was quiet in the particular way of hospitals at night — reduced to essentials, every sound carrying further than it should.Harrison was in a private room on the cardiac ward.He looked smaller in a hospital bed. That was the first thing Lewis noticed. The posture that had defined him for sixty years — the deliberate uprightness, the controlled stillness — was gone. Just a man in a hospital gown with a monitor clipped to his finger."You came quickly," Harrison said."Edinburgh, Dad. Not London."Harrison's mouth moved. Almost a smile. "I keep forgetting you live here now."Lewis sat in the chair beside the bed.The monitor beeped at its own quiet pace."The doctor said stable," Lewis said."She was being kind. It was moderate." Harrison looked at the ceiling. "The cardiologist wants to discuss a procedure. Something with a wire." He paused. "I'm told it's routine.""Is it.""Apparently. At seventy-one with a previous arr
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghDr. Chen's office. Four weeks before the wedding.Lewis sat down. Yessica sat beside him — close, the way they sat now without deciding to."The photographs outside the house," Dr. Chen said. "Walk me through that decision.""We went outside together," Lewis said. "No statement. Just — let them see us.""Whose idea.""Mine. She agreed."Dr. Chen looked at Yessica. "How did it feel?""Less bad than waiting," Yessica said. "Which isn't the same as good." She paused. "But it was ours. We chose the moment instead of letting someone take it."Dr. Chen nodded slowly. Made a note."This week," she said. "Anything else."Lewis looked at Yessica."The ceremony booking," he said. "I confirmed the date with the registrar without checking with her first."Yessica didn't react. They'd already processed it."Tell me what happened," Dr. Chen said."Same pattern. Smaller scale. I saw something I could handle efficiently and handled it. Didn't occur to me to check." He
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghReid was off the board by Friday.Five to two. Harrison's proxy made it clean.Marcus sent Lewis the confirmation at four PM. Lewis forwarded it to Yessica with no message.She replied: Good.That was the end of it.The Edinburgh City Council registrar's office called on Monday.Lewis had already spoken to them.Yessica found out when she called to book the ceremony slot herself and the registrar said, "Mr Sterling has already confirmed the date and time — the fourteenth, eleven AM. We just need your formal consent signature."She said: "I'll call back."She hung up.She stood in the Bellamy Holdings office, phone in hand, and identified precisely what she was feeling.Not the old panic. Not the London version, the one that had preceded years of slow erasure.Something smaller and more specific.He'd confirmed the date without her.She called him.He answered on the second ring. "Hey. Did the registrar—""You confirmed the date," she said.A pause."
POV: Lewis | Location: EdinburghThe meeting was called for nine AM.Lewis had told Marcus to block it. Marcus had tried. Three board members had invoked clause fourteen of the Sterling Industries shareholder agreement — the provision that allowed an emergency session on succession matters with seventy-two hours' notice, reduced to twenty-four in cases of material undisclosed information.They'd used twenty-four hours.Lewis arrived at the Edinburgh office at eight-fifty. Marcus was waiting in the corridor."They have legal counsel with them," Marcus said."Which firm.""Not Harrison's old firm. Someone new." Marcus kept his voice down. "Lewis. One of them reached out to a family law specialist yesterday. Separately from the board's counsel.""About what specifically.""Rose."Lewis stopped walking."Her registration," Marcus said. "The birth certificate. You weren't listed as father at the time of registration. You were added later, after the paternity acknowledgement."Lewis looked
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
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: 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







