INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 58: The Blind Eye POV: Marion “I'm not sitting down, Marion.” Denise stood just inside my front door, her heavy coat still buttoned tightly to her throat, her face pale and set like stone. I kept my hands clamped onto the cotton dish towel I was folding, smoothing down the frayed edges with deliberate, painstaking care. “Well, hello to you too.” I set the towel on the laminate counter. “Do you want a cup of coffee, or is this a standing-only conversation?” “I just had coffee with Clara.” My hands froze against the counter. “Clara. Who dated Rhys,” Denise said, her voice dropping into a steady, dangerous register. “You remember her. Sweet girl. Everyone in town loved her.” “I remember.” I snatched the dish towel back up, needing something—anything—to occupy my fingers. “What does Clara have to do with any of this?” “Everything, as it turns out.” Denise finally took a step further into the kitchen, though she made no move to unbutton her coat. “She told me about a weeke
Chapter 57 : Third Party Witness POV: Denise “I almost didn't come, Denise.” Clara slid into the vinyl booth across from me, the cold air from outside still clinging to her heavy coat. She didn't look angry—just drained, her fingers nervously picking at the fraying edge of a paper napkin as her eyes swept over the quiet diner. “I'm glad you did.” I pushed the steaming mug of black coffee I’d ordered toward her. “I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important.” “You said on the phone it was about Rhys.” She wrapped both hands around the ceramic mug, leaning over the steam without drinking. “I figured that much out on my own.” “I need to understand what happened. Between the two of you. Why it actually ended.” Clara let out a short, dry laugh that didn't reach her eyes. “That’s a much longer conversation than a cup of coffee, Denise.” “I’ve got time.” She studied my face for a second, as if measuring whether I actually meant it. “It ended because I spent a whole year fe
Chapter 56: The Gravity Well POV: Bash "He's not coming in today, Miller." Rhys's voice was smooth, cool, and utterly unhurried as he stood by the kitchen counter with the receiver pressed to his ear. I took a step toward the back door, my fingers tightening on my apron, my throat burning as I tried to force a protest past my lips. "Rhys, don't. Please." It came out barely above a whisper. "I need to go to work." He covered the mouthpiece with his palm, and his eyes moved over me the way they had for weeks, thorough and unhurried, cataloguing. "Look at you, Bash. You can barely stand up. Sit down at the table." "I'm fine. Miller needs me. I can work." "Miller can manage one shift without you." He lifted the receiver back to his ear. "Yes, he's sick. Some kind of stomach bug. No, I'll make sure he rests. Thank you, Miller. I appreciate it." He set the phone back in its cradle with a soft click, and just like that the last door in the house closed. I stood there in my
Chapter 55: Consolidation POV: Rhys "Put your seatbelt on, Sebastian." I kept my voice smooth, quiet, and warm against the hum of the sedan's engine. I reached across the centre console, my hand resting on his knee as he pulled the leather strap across his chest, his hands still cold from the diner's kitchen. He didn't answer. He hadn't said a word since he slid into the passenger seat, and I let the silence sit between us for a mile or two, reading everything it had to tell me. The slump in his shoulders. The way his eyes stayed fixed on the passenger window, unfocused, seeing nothing. The faint, raw redness around his eyes that he'd tried to scrub away before coming out. Julian, of course. The boy will be leaving soon, and here was the grief, right on schedule. "Long day," I said gently. "Yeah." "You don't have to talk if you don't want to." I kept one hand on the wheel, the other still resting on his knee. "But I know it hurts." He turned his face further toward t
Chapter 54: The Anchor Line POV: Priya "Breathe, Bash. Just look at me and breathe." I kept my voice as flat and solid as a floorboard, despite the ice flooding through my veins. The damp brick wall of the alley was freezing against my back, but Bash was shaking so hard I thought his knees were going to buckle right onto the gravel. "I shouldn't have said that," he choked out, his hands clawing at his arms. "I shouldn't have said anything." "You're okay. You didn't do anything wrong, Bash. Hear me? You didn't do anything wrong." "Don't... please don't say anything to him." "I'm not saying a word to anybody. I'm right here." I kept my hands out where he could see them, low and steady, nowhere near grabbing or crowding him. "Nobody's finding out a damn thing from me." His chest hitched, and the ragged, shallow gasps slowly lengthening until he could catch a full breath. I let out a quiet exhale of my own. "What did you mean?" I asked carefully once the colour started creeping b
Chapter 53: Fractured Glass POV: Bash "Stop scrubbing, Bash. You're going to bleed right through those gloves." Priya's voice cut sharp through the loud, rushing roar of hot water in the dish pit. Before I could dig the wire sponge back into the steel basin, her hand clamped firmly around my wrist, locking my arm in place. "I'm almost done," I muttered. "You've been scrubbing that same pot for ten minutes. It was clean eight minutes ago." When I didn't move, she reached past me and slammed the tap shut. "Your hands are shaking, Bash. Look at them. They're actually shaking." I dropped my head and looked down. She was right. I hadn't even felt it. My knuckles were bright red, raw and scraped bleeding-thin from where the wire had caught my skin over and over. "Julian just walked out of here looking like someone died," Priya said, the sudden quiet in the kitchen pressing against my ears like a weight. "And you look like you're next." She leaned against the stainless steel







