MasukPOV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe girls were back from her father's by ten.Rose went down easily. Claire pushed back for forty minutes with the focused determination of a five-year-old who sensed something was off and decided to make it structural. Yessica sat on the edge of her bed in the dark, finally, at half past nine, and read Lewis's last message again.On the A1. Four hours away. I need to talk to you before I do anything else.She typed back: Come straight here.Then she set the phone down and went to sit at the kitchen table with her laptop, because the thing about Pippa finding the connection between Harrison and Crestfield Capital was that Pippa had only found the surface of it.Yessica had spent the morning finding the rest.It hadn't taken long. Harrison Sterling's name didn't appear in any public filing — he was too careful for that. But the name of his private family office did. One minority position in Crestfield's feeder fund, held through a Jersey vehicle, regi
POV: Lewis | Location: LondonMarcus was already standing when Lewis walked into the Sterling Industries boardroom at half past midnight."Six board members want your head," Marcus said. "Harrison included."Lewis set his jacket over the chair. "Walk me through it."The subsidiary attack had been precise — an outside investor had quietly built a 19% stake in Sterling Capital Partners over three months without triggering the disclosure threshold. Now they were calling for an emergency board meeting and demanding Lewis recuse himself from the vote."On what grounds?" Lewis asked."Conflict of interest. They're saying your Edinburgh relocation represents a loss of strategic focus. That you've been distracted." Marcus's jaw was tight. "Harrison's been feeding them the narrative for weeks, Lewis. This didn't happen overnight."Lewis looked at him. "My father.""He didn't start the acquisition. But he's been letting it run."The city spread below them, London at 1 AM, all glass and cold lig
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghLewis arrived at seven. The tulips were pale yellow — the specific kind of pale yellow that meant someone stood in the shop and thought about it.Yessica put them in a glass on the counter and didn't say anything about the fact that she noticed.The girls were at her father's. She'd accepted Theron's offer two days ago, and she hadn't asked herself too carefully why.They ate Thai from the containers, sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. Work. Rose taking three steps before sitting down with a look of pure self-satisfaction. Claire's horses — she was drawing them on everything now, napkins, receipts, the back of a library letter. Marcus's Christmas present disaster, which Lewis told badly and still managed to make her laugh.Normal. Comfortable. Theirs.But underneath it, a different conversation waited.They both knew. Neither reached for it first.Lewis cleared the containers. Yessica refilled the water glasses. They sat back down,
POV: Lewis | Location: Edinburgh"Which street," she'd asked last night.He'd told her. She hadn't replied after that.Lewis stood in the Marchmont flat at eight forty-three on Saturday morning, coffee from the corner shop going cold in his hand, and looked at the space that was, as of Thursday, legally his.Third floor. High ceilings. Two bedrooms and a box room that could become a third. The Edinburgh light came through the front windows in a way that made the bare walls look almost finished.Six minutes from Yessica's door. He'd walked it twice.His phone was in his pocket. She still hadn't replied.He'd told her last night — no contingencies, she'd said, so he'd told her — and then silence. Which meant she was processing it the way she processed everything: completely, methodically, alone, before she said a word.He made himself stop checking the phone.She arrived at nine-fifteen.He heard her on the stairs and opened the door before she knocked.She stood in the doorway with Ros
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghHe knocked at six fifty-nine."You're a minute early," she said, opening the door."I'm working on it," Lewis said.She stepped aside. He came in with nothing — no wine, no flowers, no offering. Just himself, coat still carrying the cold of the Edinburgh evening.She'd noticed that. She'd asked for it and he'd done it."Girls?" he said."Rose is down. Claire's supposed to be drawing but she's been watching the door for twenty minutes."From the hallway: "I WASN'T WATCHING.""She was watching," Yessica said.Lewis walked down the hall. She heard Claire's voice shift into the rapid-fire register she only used with him — something about horses, the drawing, a specific shade of brown she needed and didn't have. Lewis's responses were short and real, no performance in them.Yessica put the kettle on.She looked at the kitchen. At the painting on the fridge — four figures, a house. It had been there four days and she hadn't moved it.She knew what she was
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe office was on India Street.Third floor, neutral, the specific quality of a room designed to belong to no one — two sofas facing each other, a low table between them, good lighting that wasn't trying to be anything. Dr. Chen was already there when Yessica arrived at five fifty-eight. Dr. Walsh was beside her — sixties, measured, the kind of stillness that came from decades of sitting with difficult things.Lewis was on the opposite sofa.He looked at her when she came in. Not performing calm. Just present.She sat down."Thank you both for coming," Dr. Walsh said. "This isn't a couples session. There's no agenda, no exercises, no homework. It's a conversation between two people who have been doing significant individual work, with both therapists present to support that." He looked between them. "Lewis asked for this format because he has something to say that he wanted witnessed. Yessica, you agreed to be here. That's enough of a framework."She
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe waiting room smelled like antiseptic and stale coffee.Yessica sat in a plastic NHS chair, hands folded over her stomach, trying not to look at the couples around her.Every other woman had someone.A partner squeezing her hand. A mother flipping through a mag
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe ovens woke her at five.Yessica lay in the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to metal trays clatter below. The smell crept through the floorboards first — yeast, butter, something warm she couldn't name.Nothing like the penthouse.Nothing like Lew
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: 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







