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Rest First

Auteur: Maya East
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-07 21:29:44

The road into my neighborhood was wet with a thin drizzle. Not real rain. More like the Oregon sky had gotten bored and decided to spray the whole earth with a gray mood. The big houses behind the green gates stood silent, too neat, too expensive, all pretending they had not just watched me come home with two sleeping children, one German man, one pinecone, one new rock, and real-estate trauma.

When the SUV stopped in the driveway, I didn’t get out right away.

My house stood in front of us with
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  • My Sister's Fiance   Hell No, Mr. Shiny Sweater

    I chose to work from home.After yesterday, after standing on the same side as Zachary de Sanctis for too long and almost remembering what it felt like not to hate him, I needed a safe place. My version of a safe place meant my laptop on the kitchen island, coffee too bitter, hair twisted up high, a cashmere sweater, and no Italian men within legal radius.At exactly ten, the front door opened.Preschool delivery.“MOMMYYYY!” Issa came in first, crying. Her round cheeks were red, her hazel eyes flooded, her pigtails already crooked in a way that clearly had a criminal backstory.In her hand was a headless blonde Barbie.Max came in behind her, dinosaur backpack bouncing on his shoulders, his blue eyes bright with fresh sin.“She died,” he said, then started doing a little dance in the foyer. “Barbie no head, Barbie no head—”Issa growled. Small. Hoarse. Adorable.“Maxime,” I said from the island.He stopped dancing for half a second. “I’m just making a song.”“You’re dancing on a woma

  • My Sister's Fiance   We Used to Be Good at This.

    At one in the afternoon, we found the real owner of the account.An old vendor.Or more accurately: an old vendor integration that should have been shut down two acquisitions ago, then left sleeping in the corner of a server like a ghost with an admin badge.“The account is being used by a service broker,” Arun said, his eyes red from staring at the terminal for too long. “But last night’s activity wasn’t an automated job. There’s a manual pattern. The command timing is human.”“Source IP?” I asked.“VPN exit. Internal.”Ethan went pale in an expensive way.Zach looked at the screen. “Someone inside.”I did not like the way the room immediately got colder.Claire closed her tablet. “Then this escalates.”“Yes,” I said. “Finally, we all agree the house is on fire.”We worked again.No lunch. Not in any human sense. Tania threw a protein bar onto my desk. I bit into it while reading logs. It tasted like cardboard with gym ambitions. Zach disappeared for seven minutes and came back with

  • My Sister's Fiance   Isolate, Observe, Pretend Nothing Happened

    Still morning and..Portland greeted me with a sky the color of ruined laundry.I walked into the Northlake building a little after eight, coffee in hand, black blazer, tailored pants, hair neat, lipstick expensive enough to make people afraid to ask whether I had slept. The answer didn’t matter. I was here. I was wearing heels. I hadn’t killed anyone.Personal growth.Tania stood from her workstation the moment she saw me. Her expression was not “good morning, boss.” It was more “there’s a digital body in the pantry and we need to talk before the police arrive.”“Conference room,” she said.I stopped. “It’s not even nine.”“Arun’s already there.”“If he says ‘interesting,’ I’m resigning.”From inside the small glass room near the corner, Arun lifted one hand without looking up. “I did not say interesting.”I went in, set my coffee on the table, and opened my laptop.On the big screen, the Northlake access dashboard was already covered in little red marks. Not aesthetic red. Red that m

  • My Sister's Fiance   Tiny Rich People, Have Mercy

    When I woke up, the world had changed color.The sky beyond the big glass wall of the family room was dark and heavy, not night, but a low-hanging overcast, like a wet gray blanket. The rain still hadn’t fully come down, just tiny dots clinging to the glass. The house felt quieter, but not empty. There was the sound of a pot from the kitchen. Bianna humming softly. Theo’s voice from the foyer, low and lazy, saying something about how “downtown Portland has a gift for sucking the soul out of rich people.”I opened my eyes fully.Issa wasn’t beside me.Neither was Max.A small panic rose.“Bibi, if this soup has a lot of carrots, I cannot support it,” Issa’s voice came from the kitchen.“I support carrots if there’s bread,” Max followed.Okay.Still alive. Still arrogant. Still mine.I sat up slowly, my hair almost certainly looking like a woman who had lost a duel with a pillow. The throw blanket slid down to my waist. On the table, my phone lay facedown. There were notifications, but

  • My Sister's Fiance   Rest First

    The road into my neighborhood was wet with a thin drizzle. Not real rain. More like the Oregon sky had gotten bored and decided to spray the whole earth with a gray mood. The big houses behind the green gates stood silent, too neat, too expensive, all pretending they had not just watched me come home with two sleeping children, one German man, one pinecone, one new rock, and real-estate trauma.When the SUV stopped in the driveway, I didn’t get out right away.My house stood in front of us with its dark glass walls, the foyer light glowing warm, the pine trees behind it swaying gently. There was something about coming home after a weekend that had held too much. The house looked the same, but my body arrived before I moved. Like my bones knew this place better than my head did.Safe, they said.For now.Karl turned off the engine. “I’ll carry Max.”“Please. He now weighs almost as much as a suitcase full of winter coats.”Karl smiled, then got out.The second the back door opened, col

  • My Sister's Fiance   Stanley, Piney, and the Haunted Inbox

    This morning, the cabin was starting to look like the victim of a minor crime.There were children’s towels over the backs of chairs. One of Max’s socks had been found under the coffee table, wet for reasons I chose not to investigate because I still wanted to have a peaceful breakfast. Issa’s Bunny sat on top of a suitcase wearing a tiny scarf made from a paper napkin, while Piney and Stone Steve had been placed by the window so they could “say goodbye to the forest.”I stood in the middle of the living room with my hair twisted into a careless bun, sunglasses on top of my head, cream sweater, black leggings, and the expression of a woman who had packed three bags, two jackets, one snack box, two children, and her entire nervous system into the SUV.“Maxime,” I said, looking down at the floor near the fireplace. “Why is there another rock here?”Max froze near the door. “That’s not a rock.”I bent down and picked up the small gray object from the floor. “This is a rock.”“That’s Ston

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