LOGINXena."You didn't have to come.""I know I didn't."Adrian stood back to let me into the flat on Roscoe, the buzzer still broken, the hallway still smelling faintly of somebody else's cooking. He'd changed out of the jumper from the wet path into something equally unremarkable, and his eyes were red-rimmed in the particular way that told me he'd been crying alone, which is a different thing from being caught at it."I brought nothing," I said, holding my empty hands up as proof. "No folder. No revelation. I just didn't want to leave it on a phone call.""That's something, I suppose." He gestured me toward the sofa and didn't sit down himself, choosing instead to stand by the window with his arms folded, the same defensive geometry he'd had on the porch weeks ago. "I've had a few hours to think since I hung up on you.""You didn't hang up on me.""I might as well have." He looked out at the street. "I said my piece and then I stopped talking, which is its own kind of hanging up, if you
Xena.The fax machine screamed to life at five fifty-eight.Dante was on it before the first inch of paper had cleared the tray, both hands out like he could pull the page through faster than the machine wanted to give it up."That's it." His voice cracked with something that wasn't quite relief yet. "That's nine. That's the whole thing.""Is it enough time?""It has to be." He was already scanning the pages into his laptop, hands moving fast now, all the earlier stillness gone out of him. "Okafor's office opens at six. I'm sending it the second this finishes."The upload bar crawled across the screen with the particular cruelty of technology that knows exactly how much is riding on it.It finished at six-oh-one.Dante sat back in his chair and put both hands over his face, and neither of us said anything for a long moment, because there wasn't anything left to say that the silence wasn't already saying better.The three days between that morning and the hearing itself went by in the
Xena."He said yes.""Dante—""He said yes, but he has conditions, and I need you to hear them before you get too relieved." Dante's voice had the particular speed of a man who'd been awake too long and had too little time left to waste on pacing himself. "He won't let me write it. He won't let Okafor write it. He wants to write it himself, longhand, in his own words, and he wants it entered exactly as he writes it. No editing. No legal smoothing."I looked back through the glass at my mother, asleep now, Hannah's head tipped against the chair beside her."That's not unreasonable," I said, though my stomach had already started sinking with the arithmetic. A statement that has to be written by hand, checked, faxed, and filed before six in the morning is a different thing from a statement that simply exists."It's not unreasonable. It's also a logistical nightmare at eleven at night in a maximum security facility with a deadline of six." Something in Dante's voice cracked, just slightly
Xena."Tell me it's not Wednesday.""It's not Wednesday. It's worse than Wednesday, but not Wednesday." Dante's voice had the particular flatness of a man reading something back to himself to make sure it was real. "Where are you?""Hospital. Mum's stable. It's — I'll explain later, it's a lot." I glanced back through the glass at Hannah, still curled against the bed, and made myself focus. "What's happened?""Okafor called me forty minutes ago." I heard him breathe, once, deliberate. "He'll use the clauses. He'll file Tuesday morning. But he wants an affidavit from me. Sworn. Explaining exactly how I came to know them."I stepped out into the corridor, away from the room, my back against the cool of the wall."That's fine," I said, relief arriving before I'd thought it through."I told Osei in a private referral. This is a public court filing." Dante's voice had gone careful, the way it does right before he says the thing he doesn't want to say. "He wants the whole provenance. Where
Xena."Her potassium is dangerously low," the doctor said. "That's what caused the arrhythmia. Not her heart itself — her heart's fine. It's what's around it that isn't.""Low potassium," Hannah repeated, like the words didn't fit together right."Combined with dehydration and what looks like weeks of skipped meals, it was enough to throw her rhythm off badly." The doctor looked at Diana, not unkindly. "You're lucky the neighbour found you when she did.""I keep hearing that," Diana murmured, something wry surfacing despite everything. "Lucky.""You are. I'd like you to hear it as a fact, not an insult." The doctor made a note. "We'll get your levels stable overnight. You'll need to eat properly, sleep properly, and stop treating your own body like evidence in a case you're building against yourself."Diana almost laughed at that. It came out thin."I'll try," she promised, and for once it didn't sound like a deflection."Try harder than that." The doctor almost smiled. "I'll be back
Xena."Cross. Diana Cross.""Take a seat, we'll call you.""I don't want a seat, I want to know if my mother is alive."The woman behind the desk looked up properly for the first time, and something in my face must have done what it needed to, because she picked up a phone instead of repeating herself.Hannah was already there, in a chair too small for the room, still in her work clothes, one shoe off for no reason I could see."They won't tell me anything," she said, before I'd even sat down. "They took her back forty minutes ago. Nobody's come out.""How long was she on the floor before anyone found her?""I don't know. The neighbour didn't say. I didn't think to ask." Hannah pressed the heel of her hand against one eye. "I keep thinking about that. How long she was just — lying there. Alone.""Don't do that to yourself.""Someone has to think about it, Xena, and it isn't going to be her.""What did the paramedics say?""Collapsed in the hallway. Neighbour heard something and called
Xena.I have had some strange experiences in my lifetime.Being born illegitimate into a family that kept me like a footnote. Being sent to a wedding that wasn't mine with twenty minutes of notice. And spending three years married to a man who looked through me at dinner every night.But none of th
Xena.I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands.The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over an
Xena."It's me Xena."My eyes went wide.“ Dad?”There was silence on the other end. For a brief second, no one spoke, not a single word was said.I stood in Dante's study. We hadn't contacted each other since Adrian's promotion ceremony.“Darling I—” he pauses then heaves a sigh. “How are you doin
Xena. Was Hannah drunk?I stood there waiting for the punchline. April Fools was months away but maybe someone had lost track of the calendar. Maybe this was some elaborate Yale family bit that I hadn't been briefed on. Maybe —Adrian crossed the room to stand beside her."It's true." He turned to







