LOGINXena.The number rang four times and dropped into a generic voicemail, no name attached, a robotic woman's voice reciting digits back to me like they belonged to no one at all."Nothing," I said, setting my phone face down on the kitchen counter, the one wall in the house that still had a working counter. "Straight to a machine."Dante looked up from the coffee he was making, two mugs instead of one, which had become its own quiet apology since last night."Try the other number," he said, watching me over the rim of his mug."I already did. Same thing."He slid a mug across to me, close enough that our fingers brushed on the handle, and neither of us made anything of it out loud."We could go see Okafor," he said, the offer coming out careful, like he was still testing whether it would be welcome. "Together. Before you spend another day chasing ghosts by yourself."I looked at him for a second, surprised by the offer more than I probably should have been."You want to come.""I want t
Xena.Tell him thank you.I read it four more times before I set the phone down on the plastic sheeting, like putting distance between us would make it mean something different."Who was that?" Dante asked, not looking up from the outlet he was rewiring, wire strippers balanced between his teeth for a second before he set them down."I don't know." I picked the phone back up despite myself. "Unknown number. Three words. Tell him thank you.""Tell who thank you?""That's the part I don't know either."He straightened, giving me his full attention now, the kind he saved for things that weren't actually about outlets or wiring."Delete it," he said, easy, like it cost him nothing. "Wrong number. People text strangers by accident all the time.""It's not a wrong number." I turned the screen toward him, like he could read something in it I couldn't. "Nobody texts a stranger 'tell him thank you.' That's a message for someone specific, sent to me on purpose."I ran through the short list of
Xena."Don't let him see you flinch."Okafor caught us on the courthouse steps before the doors opened, coffee in one hand and a folder wedged under his arm, already talking before he'd finished crossing the plaza."Cheng's read the motion twice," he said, weighing each word like it cost him something to hand over. "Twice is either very good or very bad, and I genuinely don't know which.""That's reassuring," Dante said, dry enough that it barely qualified as a joke."I don't do reassuring. I do accurate." Okafor looked past us at Adrian, who'd gone still in the way he did before anything hard, spine straight, jaw set. "You don't have to be in the room for this part.""I'm in the room," Adrian said, flat and final, closing the subject before it could open any further.Okafor nodded once, like that was the answer he'd expected and hadn't needed to hear out loud, and went in ahead of us to find our seats.Hannah was already inside, three rows back, having driven up separately after a sh
Xena."You're holding it wrong.""I'm holding it exactly how you told me to hold it."Dante set his own sledgehammer down against the exposed studs and crossed the room, sawdust caught in his hair, one sleeve of his shirt rolled higher than the other. He put his hands over mine instead of taking the tool away, adjusting my grip an inch lower on the handle."Choke up on it," he said, patience worn thin at the edges but still holding. "Swing with your hips, not your shoulders."I swung.The sledgehammer connected somewhere below where I'd aimed, and a chunk of plaster the size of a dinner plate came away, dust blooming out in a pale cloud that caught the light from the bare bulb overhead."There," Dante said, and there was real warmth in it, a kind of pride he didn't try to talk himself out of. "That's the swing."I stepped back and looked at what I'd done. It wasn't much. A hole the size of a fist in a wall that had sixty more years of plaster left to give.But it was mine. The house w
Xena"You brought Dante this time."Herald's eyes moved between us as he sat down, something careful in his expression, the particular caution he reserves for anything that might turn out to be good news."We have something to tell you," I said, glancing at Dante for steadiness. "Together.""That sounds rather ominous.""It isn't. I promise it isn't." I glanced at Dante, and he nodded slightly, letting me go first. "Foster agreed to authenticate the records. Okafor's filing to reopen your plea next week."Herald went very still.He didn't say anything for a long moment, his hands flat on the table the way they go when he's steadying himself against something.The vending machine hummed on, indifferent to the shape of the silence it was filling."Say that again," he said, finally."Foster Byrne agreed to authenticate the financial records he gave your original defense lawyer. Sworn statement, notarized. It's enough for Okafor to move forward." I made myself keep going, watching his fac
Xena"He called Okafor this morning."Dante said it the second I picked up the phone, no greeting first, straight into the news the way he does now when something actually matters.I stood in my kitchen with the phone pressed to my ear, my whole body suddenly very still, waiting."And?""He's agreed to authenticate the records." Dante's voice had a careful lightness to it, relief held just barely in check. "Sworn written statement, notarized, everything Okafor needs to enter them formally. He has conditions, though. I want you to hear them before you get too hopeful.""Tell me," I said, bracing myself for whatever came next."No court appearance. He won't testify in person, not for Herald, not for anyone. The statement stands alone or it doesn't stand at all." Dante paused. "And no contact with the family whatsoever. Not Cassandra, not you, not me. He said the records are for Herald, not for anyone else's forgiveness."I sat down slowly at my kitchen table, turning that over.It was s
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. 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







