LOGINPOV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghAgnes arrived with shortbread and the particular expression of a woman who had already formed opinions she wasn't going to volunteer unless asked.She sat in the armchair. Ate a piece of shortbread. Looked around the flat in the comfortable way of someone who'd been in it a hundred times."Well," she said finally."Well," Yessica said."It's over.""The legal part."Agnes nodded. That distinction satisfied her. She didn't push for more.They drank tea. The Friday morning stretched into afternoon. Yessica told Agnes about Catherine's phone call, about Theron, about what Lewis had asked for at the kitchen table. Agnes listened the way she always did — fully, without interruption, processing in real time without letting the processing show on her face.When Yessica finished, Agnes was quiet for a moment."He asked to be nearby," Agnes said."Yes.""Not inside. Not in the room. Just nearby.""Yes."Agnes looked at her shortbread. Turned it in her fingers
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghDiana called at nine forty-seven Friday morning."It's filed," she said. "Time-stamped, on record, confirmed by the court clerk twenty minutes ago. The Parental Responsibility Declaration is registered under Scottish family law. Edinburgh has primary jurisdiction." A pause — the first non-professional pause Diana had allowed herself since Wednesday. "We're done. Catherine's petition has no standing."Yessica sat at the kitchen table with both hands wrapped around a mug."Thank you," she said."Don't thank me yet. There will be future proceedings — access arrangements, parental planning, all of that. This isn't the end of the legal picture.""I know.""But the immediate threat is gone." Diana's voice settled. "You made it to Friday, Yessica."She ended the call.Sat in the quiet.The bookshop was closed today — Agnes had taken the morning, had said only you'll want the space and had left before Yessica could argue. The flat was very still. November li
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghYessica didn't speak first.She waited. Held the phone. Let the silence do what silence did — reveal who was more uncomfortable with it.Catherine Sterling was not uncomfortable with silence.Ten seconds. Fifteen.Then: "I expected you to hang up.""I considered it," Yessica said."But you're curious.""I'm careful." Yessica stood up. Moved to the window. "There's a difference."A pause. Something shifted in the quality of the silence — not warmer, but different. Like a recalibration."I'm in London," Catherine said. "I flew in this morning.""Why.""Because conducting a legal campaign against someone from four thousand miles away is ineffective. I've apparently demonstrated that." The dryness in her voice was unexpected. Not self-deprecating — Catherine Sterling didn't do self-deprecation — but something adjacent. A woman acknowledging a tactical failure without flinching. "I wanted to speak to you before tomorrow.""My solicitor should be part of a
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe called him back immediately.He answered on the first ring. Like he'd been holding the phone."Dad.""Yessica." His voice was different from Wednesday. Wednesday he'd sounded cornered. This morning he sounded tired in a deeper way — not the exhaustion of a man under pressure, but the exhaustion of someone who had been carrying something for a long time and had finally decided to put it down."What didn't you tell me?" she said.A breath."Catherine didn't approach me through an intermediary," he said. "I told you that on Wednesday. It wasn't true."Yessica sat down."She contacted me directly?""In August. Six weeks after you arrived in Edinburgh." A pause. "I know. I should have told you immediately. I told myself I was protecting you from the stress. That was a lie I told myself because I was ashamed.""What did she say in August?""She said she knew about the pregnancy." His voice was careful. "Not from Pippa — this was before Pippa was involv
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe stared at the photograph for a long time.Not yet. Wait.Lewis's handwriting. She'd know it anywhere — the slightly compressed letters, the way he wrote his t without lifting the pen, the note she'd found on the kitchen counter a hundred mornings that said back late or left you coffee or, once, in the early months, you were right about the Harrington proposal. Don't tell anyone.Same hand. Same ink pressure.Not yet. Wait.She screenshotted it. Sent it to Diana without comment. Sent it to Rafferty. Then she opened Lewis's thread and sent it there too.His response came in under a minute.I know she sent it. Marcus just called. A pause. I'm outside. Can I come up?Yessica looked at the message.Outside. Which meant he'd been nearby this whole time. Hotel, maybe, or the café, or just — the street. Edinburgh in November with the haar down.She typed: Front door is open.She heard him on the stairs two minutes later. Steady steps, no hesitation. She'
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe forwarded the text to Diana first.Then to Rafferty.Then she sat and waited to see who would respond first.Rafferty: forty seconds.Don't engage. Whatever she's holding, it's designed to make you move before Friday. Sit on it.Diana: two minutes.Do not respond. Do not call Whitmore back. If Catherine wants to communicate, it goes through me. I'll contact her team now.Yessica read both messages.Put the phone face-down on the desk.Sat with the text message behind her eyes.Information that is not in the legal documents. She believes you would want to hear it before Friday.The phrasing was careful. Too careful. Catherine Sterling had not personally drafted a text in her life — that was Whitmore's language, legal-adjacent, designed to create urgency without making a specific claim that could be held against them later.But the instinct underneath it.You would want to hear it.Not Lewis needs you to hear it. Not this affects the filing. You. P
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe called Pippa at noon.Not because she was ready. Because waiting longer wouldn't make her more ready, and the thing about grief was that it didn't actually get smaller if you fed it time. It just got heavier.Pippa answered on the second ring."Yess! How are y
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe stared at Lewis's message for a full minute.I think you should hear it too.Seven words. No explanation. No it's not that bad or don't worry or any of the cushioning she'd learned to expect from people who wanted to manage her reaction before she had it.Just
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghYessica didn't sleep.Not properly. She lay in the dark with Claire's weight pressing against her ribs and Pippa's message still unread on her phone and ran the same arithmetic over and over until it stopped feeling like betrayal and started feeling like something
POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh"Who?" Yessica said.Her own voice sounded far away."Phillipa Harcourt." Diana's voice was careful. Steady. The voice of a woman who had delivered difficult news before and knew the only way through was clearly. "She's listed as a supporting witness. Her statemen







