LOGINXena"Stay behind me," Dante said, low and tense, as I stepped out onto the porch anyway. "I mean it, Xena.""I heard you," I whispered, my fingers knotted so tight in the back of his coat that the seam pulled. "I'm not letting you walk over there alone."Across the street, a dark car sat under a bare maple. Its engine hummed. The windows were fogged, and all I could see was the shape of one person in the driver's seat.Dante went down the steps first. I followed so close that my forehead almost touched his shoulder. My heart pounded hard enough that I could feel it in my throat. Halfway across the street, the driver's door swung open."Please don't hit me," Okafor called, an alarm making his voice crack as he climbed out with both hands raised. "I'm too old, and this coat was expensive."My knees nearly folded under me. I grabbed Dante's arm with both hands and hung on until my legs held again."Okafor," I said, half laughing and half ready to throw something at him. "It's two in the
Xena"A car," Cassandra said, her voice flat and quiet. "A gray sedan, parked across the street with a man sitting in it."Foster stood over her chair with his fists closed at his sides. He didn't move closer, and he didn't step back."A man," he repeated, hoarse. "What man?""I never learned his name." Cassandra's hands lay still on the blanket now, the shaking gone. "He was there every morning for three weeks. He never got out. He never knocked. He drank coffee from a paper cup and watched our front door."Dante's hand stopped moving on my back. I set Thomas's letter on the cushion beside me, face up, because my fingers had started to crease it."Did Thomas see him?" I asked carefully, keeping my voice low."He saw him on the fourth day." Cassandra turned her head toward the window, where the curtains were drawn. "He asked me who it was. I told him it was probably someone waiting for the Pruitts next door. He believed me, because he had no reason not to."Foster made a low, rough so
Xena."You actually came," Foster said, holding the door open with one hand and a folded sheet of yellowed paper with the other. "I didn't think you would.""She asked us to," I answered quietly, stepping in out of the cold. "Before she hung up."Dante came in behind me and shut the door. Foster looked at him for a long second. Dante held still and let him look. Then Foster stepped aside to let him pass.Cassandra sat in the chair by the window, a blanket over her knees and an empty cup on the table beside her. She looked smaller than she had four days ago. Her hands were folded in her lap, but her thumbs kept moving against each other."Sit, both of you," she said, her voice worn thin. "I won't have anyone looming over me in my own house."Dante took the end of the sofa nearest the door. I sat beside him, close enough that our knees touched. Foster stayed on his feet in the middle of the rug, the paper held against his chest."You said it was a cold," he said to his mother, the words
Xena."It's Xena, sweetheart," Cassandra said, her voice going soft in a way I had never heard from her. "Go back to bed.""At one in the morning?" Foster asked, suspicion sharpening the sleep out of him. "Nobody calls anybody at one in the morning with good news."Dante's hand tightened around mine. On the screen between us, the call timer kept counting, one second after another."Give me the phone, Mom," Foster said, closer now, firm in a way that left no room for her to argue.There was a rustle, then a muffled bump, as if the phone had knocked against the arm of a chair. When his voice came back, it was right against the speaker."Xena," he said, low and tight. "Is this about Herald? Did he change his mind?"I looked at Dante. He gave me one small nod, and I let out the breath I had been holding."He said yes," I told Foster, choosing each word before I let it go. "He'll see you. That part is real."The sound that came down the line was half a laugh and half a cough. Then it stopp
Xena."Pick up. Come on, pick up," I muttered, pressing the phone so hard against my ear that the case bit into my cheek.The line rang once, then clicked over to Okafor's breathing, close and a little winded."Sorry," he said, the apology clipped short by the hour. "I walked into the kitchen and lost the signal. This building eats calls.""The date, Okafor," I said, too sharp to bother with hello."The nineteenth." He paused, his voice dropping lower. "Earliest possible. It could slide later. It won't slide earlier, if the clerk's right, and clerks are right more often than wardens."I counted on my fingers under the table without meaning to. Dante watched my hand do it."Eleven days," I whispered, my fingers still folded against my palm."Eleven days," Okafor agreed, flat and careful. "After that, Herald's three hundred miles north. Every visit becomes a full day in a car for a woman who may not have many full days left to spend that way."Dante's thumb stopped moving against my knu
Xena."Weeks," Cassandra said, finishing the sentence she'd left hanging. "Not months, the way I let you believe this afternoon. The doctor gave me a range, and I've spent the last two weeks watching myself land closer to the short end of it every single day.""Cassandra.""I told you not to do that earlier, and I meant it just as much now." Her voice held steady, though I could hear the effort it took to keep it there. "I'm telling you because you need to know what you're actually planning around, not because I want you carrying it for me.""How many weeks?""Four, if I'm being generous with myself. Possibly fewer." She said the number plainly, the same way she'd said everything else that afternoon, each word set down without a single tremor in it despite whatever it must have cost her to keep them that steady. "I didn't want you making arrangements for a woman who has all the t
Xena.The ceiling in Dante's room was different from the one in the guest room.I noticed that first, which probably said something about the state of my brain. I stared at it and waited for regret to arrive.It didn't.What arrived instead was a very thorough physical awareness of every decision
Xena.The night air hit me the moment we stepped outside and I realized it was the first clean breath I'd taken in hours.Dante's car was already waiting. The long black car didn't need a logo to tell one it cost fortunes. A driver stood at the rear door without being summoned and I got in without
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







