LOGINXena.“Shut it off, Mr. Cross.” Detective Reyes stood in front of the sedan’s bumper with one palm raised and her other hand resting on the radio at her shoulder.The driver’s window slid down two inches.“Detective, I need to go.” Peter’s face filled the gap, pink from the cold. “My father has his lunch at noon, and he does poorly when it’s late.”“Where is your father right now?”“Where he is every Sunday morning.” Peter folded his hands on the wheel. “I’d be grateful if you’d step aside.”From the far sidewalk, the man with the rake called out. “He’s got somebody in the back. Old fellow in a scarf. He was sitting there before your cruiser pulled up.”Reyes turned her head. “How long before?”“Twenty minutes, easy. I watched Mr. Cross park and walk off.”Reyes looked at the sedan’s rear windows, tinted nearly black, and walked down the driver’s side to the back door.“Step out of the car, Mr. Cross.”“Am I under arrest?”“You’re a man who left a vulnerable adult alone in a parked ca
Xena.“Ma’am, stop right there.” The young officer had left the curb and was walking toward me with one hand resting on his belt. “Hands where I can see them.”I stood in the middle of the pavement with Mrs. Delacroix’s fingers closed around my sleeve. Behind me, Dante called my name once, and his footsteps stopped at the curb.I opened both palms at my sides. Then I took one step backward, and another, until my heels touched the curb beside him.“Mrs. Delacroix, please let go of my arm.” I kept my voice low and my palms open. “He needs to see that you aren’t holding me here.”She looked at the officer, then at her own hand. She let go slowly, and I lowered her wrist to her side. Her husband met her at the edge of their walk and took her elbow.“Name,” the officer said, his notebook already out.“Xena Cross. I live in the house behind you.”He wrote it down. On the far sidewalk, the woman with the phone had moved two steps closer for a better angle. The man with the rake had not looke
Xena.“Peter,” Dante growled at the radio in his hand, “if you can hear me, then hear this.”Okafor crossed the kitchen in three steps and closed his fingers around Dante’s wrist.“Put it back where it was,” he ordered, pressing down until Dante’s grip loosened. “Leave it plugged in and leave it facing the room.”Dante stared at him. The cord hung slack between the radio and the outlet. Then he lowered the radio to the windowsill, turned the clock face toward the room, and took his hands away.Okafor pointed at the back door. Nobody spoke until all four of us stood in the driveway with the door shut behind us.“You just told him we found it,” Okafor said, his eyes on Dante. “So the only thing left to protect is the evidence. I want it photographed and bagged by a police officer before anyone can claim we planted it.”“On a Sunday?” Adrian’s voice climbed. “Who answers on a Sunday?”“Detective Reyes owes me a favor from 2019.” Okafor already had the phone against his ear, and he walked
Xena“Saying what, Adrian?” I demanded, before he could finish. “Say the rest of it.”He stared at me with his mouth half open. Across the street, Mrs. Delacroix and her husband had come down their front steps in church clothes. He was holding the car keys, she had her Bible tucked under one arm, and neither of them opened a car door.“Inside,” Dante ordered, stepping back to make room. “Now, before half the street hears it.”I took Adrian by the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled him over the threshold. Mrs. Delacroix watched me do it. When I glanced back before the door closed, her husband had put his keys back in his pocket.Adrian stopped in the middle of our kitchen. His eyes went from the half wall to the bucket, then to the folder lying open on the counter.“Dad played it for me at midnight in his study,” he explained, pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket. “He said I could sign the affidavit, or you could hear it for the first time in open court with the judge watching your
Xena."Why would your grandfather care whether I was carrying a baby?" I demanded of Adrian, my bare arms prickling in the night air. "Did Peter ever tell you that?""He said Grandpa wanted great-grandchildren before he died." Adrian kept turning the keys over in his fingers. "That's all. I thought it was sweet, Xena. I thought it meant they wanted you in the family."Behind me, Dante came down the last step. He stood close enough that his arm brushed mine, and his chest rose and fell against my shoulder."When did he stop asking?" Dante pressed, his tone careful and even.Adrian's fingers went still on the keys. He looked from Dante to me and back again."He never stopped," he admitted. "He asked me again in September, whether the two of you were trying."Dante took one long step toward him before I caught the back of his shirt.Across the street, Mrs. Delacroix's porch light snapped on. Her front door was still open, and I could see her shape standing just inside it with the dog in
Xena."Adrian was twenty-five and he loved me," I said to Peter, gripping the back of the chair until the vinyl creaked. "You used that.""I asked my son about his week." Peter smoothed the front of his coat with one hand. "If he chose to tell me what his wife was reading about the Cross family, that was his decision.""He was a kid who thought his father cared about his life," I shot back, keeping my grip on the chair."I did care." Peter opened the door and paused with one foot in the corridor. "Ask him yourself, Xena. He still answers when you call. I've noticed that too."The door eased shut behind him on its slow hinge.Foster let out a breath and looked at his mother. Cassandra had closed her eyes, though her fingers were still wrapped around the bed rail."Go home, both of you," she instructed without opening them. "You can't fight him from my visitor's chair."Foster stood when Dante moved toward the door. He held out his hand."Thank you," Foster muttered, staring somewhere p
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







