Se connecterBenjamin's POVThe courthouse steps felt longer than they should have. Evelyn walked beside me, her hand tight in mine, her face pale but determined.Vincent and Grace followed behind us, along with Mirabel and Sylvia. Our whole unlikely family, united against Richard.Inside, Assistant DA Lisa Park met us in the hallway. "Everyone ready?"We all nodded."Good. Remember what we talked about. Answer honestly, do not elaborate unless asked, and do not let Richard's lawyer bait you into anger.""What about Richard?" Evelyn asked. "Will he be there?""Yes. He has the right to be present at the preliminary hearing. But he will not be able to speak directly to you."Evelyn nodded, but I felt her hand shake in mine.We walked into the courtroom. It was smaller than I expected, with wooden benches and fluorescent lights.Richard sat at the defendant's table with his lawyer, a sharp-looking man in an expensive suit. When Richard saw Evelyn, his whole face changed.The hatred in his eyes made m
Evelyn's POVThe warehouse felt different today. Maybe because I finally saw it as mine.Sylvia arrived exactly at ten, carrying a briefcase and looking nervous. "I brought some sample business plans from other non-profits. Thought they might help."I smiled. "Thank you. That is really helpful."We spread everything out on a folding table Benjamin had brought. Floor plans, budgets, timelines, grant applications."This is a lot," Sylvia said."I know. Sometimes I wonder if I am crazy for trying to do this.""You are not crazy. You are ambitious. There is a difference."Benjamin arrived with coffee and pastries. "Good morning, ladies. How is the planning going?""Slowly," I admitted. "There is so much to figure out.""Then let us figure it out together." He handed us each a coffee. "What is the biggest challenge right now?"Sylvia pulled out a spreadsheet. "Money. The construction alone is going to cost over two million dollars.Then there is staffing, programming, ongoing maintenance."
Benjamin's POVSylvia showed up at my apartment at seven in the morning, pounding on the door like the world was ending.I opened it to find her standing there in yesterday's clothes, mascara smudged, hair a mess."Can I come in?" she asked.I stepped aside and she walked past me into the living room."Coffee?" I offered."Please."I made two cups and sat across from her on the couch. She wrapped her hands around the mug but did not drink."I owe you an apology," she said finally."For what?""For everything. For the way I treated you when you left. For the things I said about Evelyn. For being a terrible sister."I set down my coffee. "You were not a terrible sister. You were just loyal to Richard.""Blind loyalty is not loyalty. It is cowardice." She finally looked at me. "Mom told me everything. About Richard's confession. About what he did to Vincent. About all of it.""How are you handling it?""I am not. Every time I think about my brother trying to kill someone, I feel sick.""
Evelyn's POVI could not eat. The salad in front of me might as well have been cardboard.Grace sat across from me at the restaurant, looking almost as nervous as I felt. "Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me.""Of course.""I know things have been... difficult between us. And I want to change that."I set down my fork. "Grace, you do not have to do this. You do not owe me anything.""Yes, I do. I owe you years of kindness that I never gave. Years of support that I withheld because I was too proud and too foolish to see what was really happening.""You thought you were protecting Richard.""I was protecting the idea of who I wanted Richard to be. But that person never existed." Grace reached across the table and took my hand. "I am sorry, Evelyn. Truly, deeply sorry."Tears burned my eyes. "I forgive you.""Just like that?""Just like that. Life is too short to hold grudges."Grace's own eyes filled with tears. "You are a better person than I deserve.""I am just trying to mov
Benjamin's POVMy mother's house looked the same as it always did. Perfect gardens, perfect paint, perfect everything. The Harrison family specialized in perfect appearances.Too bad we were rotten underneath.Evelyn sat beside me in the car, nervous. "Are you sure about this?""No. But it is worth trying."We walked to the front door together. Before I could knock, it opened.Grace stood there, dressed impeccably as always, but her eyes were red. She had been crying."Benjamin. Evelyn. Come in."The house was quiet. No sign of Sylvia or anyone else.Grace led us to the sitting room and poured tea with shaking hands. "I am sorry for the dramatics. This week has been...""Difficult," I finished."That is putting it mildly." She handed Evelyn a cup. "I owe you an enormous apology, my dear.""Mrs. Harrison, you do not...""Yes, I do. I treated you abominably from the day Richard brought you home. I made assumptions about your character, your intentions, your worth. I was wrong about all
Benjamin's POVMy mother's house looked the same as it always did. Perfect gardens, perfect paint, perfect everything. The Harrison family specialized in perfect appearances.Too bad we were rotten underneath.Evelyn sat beside me in the car, nervous. "Are you sure about this?""No. But it is worth trying."We walked to the front door together. Before I could knock, it opened.Grace stood there, dressed impeccably as always, but her eyes were red. She had been crying."Benjamin. Evelyn. Come in."The house was quiet. No sign of Sylvia or anyone else.Grace led us to the sitting room and poured tea with shaking hands. "I am sorry for the dramatics. This week has been...""Difficult," I finished."That is putting it mildly." She handed Evelyn a cup. "I owe you an enormous apology, my dear.""Mrs. Harrison, you do not...""Yes, I do. I treated you abominably from the day Richard brought you home. I made assumptions about your character, your intentions, your worth. I was wrong about all
Benjamin's POVI watched my brother storm into the hotel room like he owned the place, and something dark twisted in my chest. Richard always did this. Always assumed he had the right to control every situation."Get out," I said, standing up. "This is my room. You were not invited."Richard's eyes
Evelyn's POVThe Riverside Hotel was the kind of place where rooms cost more per night than my first car. I stood in the elevator watching the numbers climb, my reflection staring back at me from the mirrored walls.Floor 1. Floor 2. Floor 3.What was I doing here? I did not even know Benjamin. He
I did not go to Mirabel's apartment. I could not. Instead, I drove to the one place that always made sense to me. The old Henderson Building on Fifth Street. My father designed it thirty years ago, and it was still one of the most beautiful structures in the city.I parked across the street and st
Evelyn's POV Richard's smile froze on his face."What?" he said.I held up the iPad. My hands were steadier than I expected. "I asked you a question. Who is Victoria?"He put the wine bottle on the dresser, his movements slow and careful. "Evelyn, why were you looking through my messages?""Answer







