LOGINLily's POV.The morning started the way good mornings had been starting for us lately. Diego made coffee. I sat at the island and watched him do it and tried not to think about the man who’d called me, claiming to be my mother’s legal counsel, which I'd been trying not to think about since I'd woken up at five and lain in the dark staring at the ceiling until six-thirty when Diego had opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "You haven't slept."He always knew when I was worried. "I slept a little," I'd said.He hadn't argued. He'd gotten up and made coffee.Now he set a mug in front of me and leaned against the counter across the island and looked at me with the expression he used when he was waiting for me to say the thing I'd been not saying.I wrapped both hands around the mug."I don't know what to expect," I said finally. "From today. From whatever he has." I looked at the coffee. "There's a version of her I knew and a version of her I didn't, and whatever's in that office m
Lily's POV.The morning started the way good mornings had been starting for us lately. Diego made coffee. I sat at the island and watched him do it and tried not to think about the man who’d called me, claiming to be my mother’s legal counsel, which I'd been trying not to think about since I'd woken up at five and lain in the dark staring at the ceiling until six-thirty when Diego had opened his eyes and looked at me and said, "You haven't slept."He always knew when I was worried. "I slept a little," I'd said.He hadn't argued. He'd gotten up and made coffee.Now he set a mug in front of me and leaned against the counter across the island and looked at me with the expression he used when he was waiting for me to say the thing I'd been not saying.I wrapped both hands around the mug."I don't know what to expect," I said finally. "From today. From whatever he has." I looked at the coffee. "There's a version of her I knew and a version of her I didn't, and whatever's in that office m
Lily’s POV.I kept cutting. And as if needing the perfect distraction so I didn’t feel like an eavesdropper, my own phone rang with a call from Nate.I stepped away to answer it and was met by Nate’s worrying voice.“Are you hurt?”“How’s Diego?”“Do you need us to come over?”“Are you…”“Do you…”
Lily's POV.I woke up to sunlight and Diego's arm around my waist.I lay still for a moment, letting myself feel everything around me, the weight of his arm, the sound of the city outside, the absence of anything urgent pressing through the walls. No countdowns. No board issues for the time being. No Frank calling with rehearsed concern at eight in the morning.Just this.Diego's breathing was slow and even behind me, the deep kind that meant he'd actually slept, which after all we’d been through, felt like its own small victory. I turned carefully, not wanting to wake him, and looked at his face in the morning light.The graze on his arm was bandaged properly now. I'd seen to that after the police left, over his protests, thoroughly ensuring that they were properly tended to, to prevent infections.He looked younger when he was asleep. Less weighted. I’d gotten so used to his cold mask that I didn’t realize how much younger he actually was when he looked this unguarded.I watched h
Lily's POV.Brittany looked different from the last time.Not in a bad way, she still looked pretty, if not prettier. She was just stripped of the careful performance she'd always maintained. The warmth was gone. The practiced concern, the choreographed ease of someone who knew exactly how to charm a person and stand out. What was left was something harder and colder, which in its own way was more frightening than the version I'd known.She was sitting in my chair."Brittany," Diego said. His voice was completely flat."You won," she said, looking at me. Not at him. At me. "I watched the broadcast from the boardroom. Congratulations." She smiled, and it didn't reach anywhere. "Richard's going to be insufferable for weeks.""Get up," Diego said."I'd rather not." She shifted in the chair, and the light from the window caught the object in her lap. A revolver. Small, but no less loaded. "I've been sitting here for four hours. I'm comfortable."My blood went cold."How did you get in?"
Lily's POV.The boardroom was the same one we'd sat in for the audit.Same long table, same wall of windows, same quality of light that made everything look like a tribunal. I'd walked in here several weeks ago with Diego's hand at my back and my knees threatening to give and ruin the perfect tower of lies we'd spent weeks building.Today, I walked in knowing exactly who I was.The room filled the way boardrooms did — people arriving in clusters, conversations happening at the edges. It was filled with people pretending they hadn't already decided how they were voting. Richard was already seated at the far end, which told me he'd been here early, which told me he was nervous.Good.Frank came in behind us, almost stepping on Diego's heel, and recovered smoothly into a sympathetic expression that fooled no one. I don’t think he knew no one was fazed by his fake sympathy. "Lily." He’d touched my arm briefly. "However this goes, I want you to know—""Thank you, Frank," I’d cut him off,







