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Chapter 78

Author: Dara O.
last update publish date: 2026-08-16 06:33:54

The weeks after Lily's first word settled into something almost peaceful with dress consultations, fabric swatches, the strange, tender rhythm of building a wedding alongside a rebuilding family. I let myself relax into it more than I probably should have, some old instinct warning me, faintly, that peace like this rarely lasted long in my life without something eventually testing it.

The test arrived on a Tuesday, in the form of a call from Eleanor's publicist, her voice tight with barely rest
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