LOGINThe dinosaur theme had been executed with full commitment.Green and yellow decorations, a banner in teeth-and-claws font, and a birthday cake shaped into a T-Rex mid-roar — the kind that required seven tutorial videos and strong feelings about fondant. Lewis stood in the doorway with Grace in the carrier against his chest and took it all in.Ethan was at the car before Lewis had finished parking."Daddy! You came!"He knew Lewis was coming. He'd been told. He'd called that morning to confirm. The knowledge did not reduce his enthusiasm by a single degree.Grace, seven months old and strapped to Lewis's chest, watched Ethan bounce around with the steady, evaluating attention that was becoming her signature. New category: very loud person. Filed.***Regina moved through a full house with genuine ease. David had taken charge of the children's activity schedule and was currently refereeing a balloon game with rules nobody had fully agreed on. Baby Ollie, eleven months old and newly mobi
The call came at four-thirty in the morning.Yessica heard Lewis on the phone from the bedroom, heard the specific quality of his silence afterward, and got up without being asked.She found him in the kitchen in the dark. She sat beside him without saying anything."She's gone," he said."I know," she said. Because she'd understood from the silence.***The funeral arrangements fell to Lewis by default. Catherine had spent decades alienating everyone who might have helped carry that weight, so it was Lewis who chose the casket, the flowers, the chapel, the times. He did it methodically and without visible emotion, which Yessica had learned to recognize as how he handled things that were too large to feel all at once.She helped him. She sat across the funeral director and gave opinions when asked and kept her own feelings about Catherine Sterling carefully managed, because today was not about those feelings. Today was about her husband.The service was small. Thirty people, perhaps f
The holiday planning had started as a spreadsheet.Two households, eight people, two infants, five children across a thirteen-year age range. Dietary requirements, nap schedules, Ollie's current developmental phase where he considered everything within reach a personal snack."Seven-bedroom house," Regina said over the phone. Lewis could hear Ollie investigating something in the background. "Outside Edinburgh. Sea views, enclosed garden. Big enough that we won't be on top of each other.""Send it."She sent it. It was perfect and expensive, and Lewis booked it before Yessica could see the full price.The group chat had evolved from functional to genuinely entertaining. David replied to everything with extremely specific logistical follow-ups. Regina added three items to the packing list for every one removed. Yessica had started labelling categories: Essential, Probably Essential, Arguably Essential, and Lewis Is Going To Think This Is Not Essential But He's Wrong.Ethan, during his w
Dr. Pemberton read the chart, then looked up with the expression of a doctor who had been waiting a long time to deliver good news."She's caught up. Properly on the growth curve now. She's not 'failure to thrive' anymore — she's just going to be petite." He smiled. "You did it."Yessica cried.Not the helpless kind. Not the kind from those early weeks when every hour felt like falling. This was the crying of someone who had carried something heavy for a very long time and had finally been told she could set it down.Grace, for her part, was wholly unconcerned. She stared at the examination room light with the fixed concentration she brought to all sources of illumination, as if she were cataloguing them.All developmental milestones met. Social smiles. Tracking. Head control. And sleep — five, sometimes six consecutive hours — which had turned their household from a survival exercise back into something resembling a real life.***Dr. Sarah Chen had the afternoon slot."Mood assessme
Four years. That was how long it had taken for Regina's hallway to feel like this.Lewis stood in the doorway holding Grace's car seat and a bottle of wine, while behind him Claire and Rose negotiated loudly about who was carrying what bag. He looked at the photo wall running the length of the hallway — framed wedding photos, hospital shots from Ollie's birth, holidays, ordinary Tuesday evenings someone had thought to photograph.Visual proof of a family that had built itself by choice."Welcome!" Regina's arms were already open, already reaching for Claire. "Can you believe it's been four years?"Ethan had already vanished into the living room. The sound of him explaining a Lego structure to anyone who would listen filled the house within thirty seconds.David took coats with the ease of a man comfortable in his own home. Rose installed herself beside Ollie's high chair with the authority of someone who had decided babies were her area. Grace sat in her bouncy seat between Lewis and
Lewis came home from therapy on a Tuesday afternoon wearing the look Yessica knew well — like he'd moved something heavy in his head and wasn't sure yet where to set it down."She's dying," he said. "And I don't know what I feel about it."They were in the kitchen. Yessica set down the knife she was using and gave him her full attention."Tell me what comes up when you try," she said."Anger," he said. "She destroyed so much. She hired people to go after your career. She attacked you. She tried to take Ethan. She spent thirty years treating love like a transaction and punishing me every time I didn't pay the price she'd set."He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms."Grief, maybe. For the mother I never had. I'm losing something I never actually possessed.""That's a real loss," Yessica said. "It doesn't require the thing to have existed to grieve its absence.""Dr. Walsh said something like that." He was quiet for a moment. "And relief. When she dies, the threat is permane
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghAgnes arranged everything.This was non-negotiable and Yessica had stopped trying to negotiate it by Wednesday morning when she'd found a handwritten list on the kitchen table titled Saturday — Final with seventeen items already crossed off.The shop closed at noo
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe stared at the name for three full seconds.Lewis saw her face."What is it?"She turned the phone so he could see the screen.Something moved across his expression. Not guilt — recognition. The particular alertness of someone who has just understood a connecti
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghDr. Gillies's practice was a twenty-minute walk from the Grassmarket.They didn't talk much on the way. Not because the silence was uncomfortable — it wasn't. It had the quality of two people moving toward the same thing with their own separate versions of dread,
POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh"Pippa," Yessica said.Lewis went still.Not tense — still. The specific stillness of someone who understood the weight of a name without needing it explained."I'll step away," he said."No." The word came out before she'd decided it. "Stay."She answered."Yessi







