LOGINAsher's POVThe door clicks behind us. Amelia is pale. She’s holding herself like she might break if someone breathes too hard. I put my hand on the small of her back. Not pushing. Just there. Arjun closes the door to Interview Room 3 and exhales. Long. “Well,” he says. We’re in the hallway now. Fluorescent lights buzzing. Somewhere down the hall a phone is ringing. “I believe him,” Arjun says. The words land heavy. I stop walking. “You believe him?” “Yeah,” Arjun says. He rubs the back of his neck. “Not all of it. The part where he’s innocent? No. But the part about Damien? Yeah. I do.” Amelia looks between us. “I don’t even know what to believe,” she says quietly. “I don’t remember enough to know if he’s lying. And I don’t want to believe it if it’s true.” “I know,” I say. I want to pull her into me. But not here. Not now. Arjun leans against the wall. “Look. If Damien did everything they just told us — the island, the shell company, the drugs, the paperwork
Amelia’s POVThe precinct smells like coffee and old paper. Killian leans forward. The cuffs rattle against the table. “I wanted to tell you what happened,” he says immediately. No preamble. “And why you can’t remember.” The words hit me. _Why you can’t remember._ I keep my face still. “Go ahead,” Arjun says from behind me. Killian looks at me. Then at Asher. Then back at me. “You think I did this alone,” he says. “That I planned it. That I’m the monster. And maybe I am. But I didn’t do it alone.” He takes a breath. “I grabbed you,” he says. “Outside at my home. That was me. I had the van. I had the plan to take you to that warehouse for a few days. Ransom. Pressure. That was all me.” My stomach turns. “But then it blew up,” he continues. “The news. The internet. Your face everywhere. Asher offering money. Cops everywhere. I didn’t have anywhere to go. I was driving around with you in the back, drugged, and I didn’t know what to do.” He laughs, but there’s no h
Amelia’s POVTwo weeks. That’s what Asher said in the garden. _Two weeks._ I thought he meant it as a suggestion. Like “let’s think about it.” But Asher doesn’t do suggestions. He does decisions. The next morning Darcy was at the door at 8AM with fabric swatches and a binder that said _AMELIA & ASHER_ in gold foil. “Did he tell you?” she asked, already kicking off her shoes. “Because I already booked the florist. And the string quartet. And I told the caterer no shellfish because of your allergy.” I was still in pajamas. My leg was still wrapped. “Two weeks,” I said. “Two weeks,” she said, like that was plenty of time. “We can do this.” And somehow, we did. The house changed overnight. Tables appeared. Measuring tapes. Pinterest boards printed out and taped to the wall. Sam showed up with a dress that wasn’t white because I said I didn’t want white. It was soft blush, simple, with sleeves that covered the bruises on my arms that were finally fading. “It’s healing
Amelia's POVThe house hasn’t felt normal in four days. Not since Dad and Scarlet left. It’s not that Asher is cold. He isn’t. He still brings me soup. He still checks my bandage twice a day. He still sleeps with his arm around me like if he lets go I’ll disappear again. But there’s a wall between us now. Brick by brick. And neither of us is saying anything about it. We move around each other like guests. Polite. Careful. “Morning.” “Did you sleep okay?” “Do you want tea?” That’s it. That’s all we’ve said for days that isn’t about my leg or the news or what time Arjun called. I don’t bring up what he said to Dad. _Did you help Killian move her to that island?_ He doesn’t bring up how I shut him down in front of my family. _You crossed a line._ The elephant is sitting right in the middle of the living room and we’re both pretending we don’t see it. Part of me doesn’t want to start trouble. Asher risked his life for me. He chased a helicopter. He carried me off an isla
Amelia's POV The call ends and the room goes dead quiet.Asher sets the phone down slowly. Like if he moves too fast it’ll shatter.“Stunned” isn’t the right word. “Hollow” is closer. Mrs. Halder is dead. Mrs. Priya is missing. Two women. Two witnesses. Gone right after we talked to them.“Thank you, Esme,” Asher says into the dead phone. Then he looks at me. I can’t speak. Asher runs a hand through his hair. “Maybe that’s why Valerie and her husband is back.”I blink. “What?”“Valerie and Lester,” he says. “Damien’s parents. My sister and her husband.”Right. They were at the house. Smiling. Pretending everything was normal.Asher stands and starts pacing. “They’re here to tie up loose ends. Damien’s loose ends. If we don’t move fast, they’ll burn every piece of evidence. Every witness. Every paper trail.”My stomach twists. “You think they’re involved?”“I think they’ve been involved for all these years, since the very beginning,” he says. “And I think they’re scared we’re getti
Amelia's POV Asher’s house smells like him. Clean laundry, coffee, and something warm I can’t name. I’m on the couch with a blanket over my legs, my gunshot wound properly bandaged and propped on a pillow. The TV is on low. There’s soup on the table that I didn’t ask for but is already cooling to the perfect temperature.Asher is doting. “Water?” he asks. “More soup? Do you want the window open? Closed? Do you want me to call Ethan? Do you want me to not call Ethan?”I laugh. “I’m okay. Really.”“You don’t have to be okay,” he says, sitting next to me. “You just have to be here.”And I am. For the first time in weeks I feel safe. I feel loved. His hand is always on me. On my shoulder. On my hand. Like he’s making sure I’m real.But underneath all of it, there’s this itch. In my head. Something wrong. I keep reaching for memories and coming up with fog. The island. The boat. The knife. Then nothing. Then Damien’s face. Then darkness.Asher notices. He always notices. “You’re q
Asher's POV I have sat through a lot of unbearable things in my life. My father's heart attack. The first time I realized my ex was right—that I was too cold, too closed off, too broken to love properly. The day I signed the divorce papers and felt nothing except relief. But sitting at Graham Bro
Amelia's POV"What's going on here?"My father's voice echoed from the top of the staircase. He stood there, one hand on the railing, the other tucked into the pocket of his blue office trousers. His white button-up shirt was crisply ironed, but his face was stern. His black hair had more streaks o
Amelia's POVThe family dinnerThe car hummed to a stop outside my parent's house, and for some reason I couldn't stop shaking.My hands were clenched on my lap, my knuckles turned white. The dashboard lights cast a glow across the steering wheel where Asher sat beside me, calm as still water. He h
Amelia's POVI pulled away from him, "We will continue that if you listen to what I have to say right now. I need to explain how this company would use your resources, and what the dividends you would get on a quarterly basis.""I'll always listen to you, my love." He slid his hand on my thigh, and







