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Chapter Ninety-Three:
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2026-09-10 21:05:36
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OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER EPILOGUE:
Six Months Later: SeptemberShe finds the charcoal on a Tuesday.I have been watching her find things for six months. The specific quality of her attention when something new enters her radius, the stillness before the reach, and the complete focus of someone for whom every object is still a question that requires investigation. She finds things the way her father finds things, which is with the patience of someone who does not need to rush toward what interests them because they are confident it will still be there when they arrive, but this is different.I left the charcoal on the low table beside the couch. Not deliberately. Or not entirely deliberately. The way I leave sketchbooks on the kitchen counter is not quite an accident and not quite intentional but something in between, the specific gesture of a person who wants to see what happens without engineering the outcome.She is on the blanket on the floor in the September afternoon light.She has been sitting up for six weeks wi
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter One Hundred:
The city is doing its 4 in the morning version of itself. I have been awake since Claire woke at three for feeding and went back down with the specific completeness of someone who has registered what she needed and filed the rest. She sleeps the way Sophia sleeps, fully, without reservation, with the specific quality of someone who has decided the room is safe and has therefore released every other concern.I should be asleep.I am on the couch in the dark with the lamp on its lowest setting and the city below doing what it does and the paintings on the wall doing what they do in low light, which have become suggestions of themselves, the shapes present without the detail, and CB in every corner just visible if you know where to look.Sophia comes out of the bedroom at 4:12. She does not say anything. She looks at me on the couch, registers that I am awake, and goes to the kitchen. The sound of water. The kettle. She comes back with two cups and sits beside me with the specific unhurr
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Ninety-Nine:
We brought her home on Thursday.The penthouse receives us back in the specific way that spaces receive people who have been somewhere significant and have returned changed. The same floor-to-ceiling windows. The same city below is doing what it always does. The paintings on the wall. CB in every corner.All of it is the same.All of it is different.Thomas drives carefully, which he always does, but today with the additional care of someone who understands what is in the back seat. Alexander beside me. Claire is in the carrier between us, which I insisted on rather than the seat because I cannot yet be three feet from her without my body registering it as incorrect. She sleeps the whole way.The specific quality of newborn sleep, which is total and without reservation, is the sleep of someone who has no reason yet to be anything other than completely at rest. She makes small sounds occasionally, the sounds of someone dreaming without yet having material for dreams, just the interior
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Ninety-Eight:
She wakes me at three seventeen on a Tuesday morning, not dramatically. She puts her hand on my arm in the dark and says my name once, quietly, with the specific quality of someone who has been awake for a while and has been deciding the right moment to say it.I am awake immediately and completely. The specific alertness of someone whose body has been waiting for this moment for weeks and recognizes it without needing to be told. "Yes," I say."It is time," she says. Two words. The simplest possible sentence. The most significant thing said in this room since June fourteenth.I sit up. Look at her in the dark. She is sitting on the edge of the bed with the specific composed quality she brings to things that require her full self, not afraid and present. The specific quality of someone who has been preparing for this and is now simply in it. "How long?" I say."An hour," she says. "I was timing before I woke you. Eight minutes apart." She pauses. "I wanted to be certain before I said
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Ninety-Seven:
March fourteenth arrives without me.I know it is happening. I feel it the way you feel things that matter even when you are not in the room where they are happening. The Whitney opening. My mother's work on the fourth floor in a room that can hold it. The staircase with the two window drawings. The handwriting series on the fifth floor. CB in the corner of everything.I am in the penthouse.Alexander left at five for the pre-opening setup, which Clara required him to attend because he is, as she put it, the reason the foundation exists and the reason the fourth floor has anything in it and the least he can do is be present when it opens. He kissed my forehead before he left. He did not say anything. He has learned when words are the wrong tool.I am on the couch with my sketchbook and Edmund's poem in my hand, the one for the child, which I took from the desk drawer this morning and have been holding since six.You are not the beginning.You are what all the beginning was for.The Ma
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Ninety-Six:
March arrives on a Sunday.I wake before Sophia. This is not unusual. What is unusual is the specific quality of the waking, the particular alertness of someone whose body knows something significant is close and has decided to be ready for it. I lie still.The March light came through the curtains. Different from February. More confident. The specific quality of a month that has decided to stop being winter and has not yet fully committed to being spring but is moving in that direction with increasing certainty.Sophia breathes beside me. Twenty-eight weeks. Three weeks from the due date. The specific quality of these final weeks that is different from everything before them is the waiting with the particular texture of something that is both imminent and unhurried, time moving at its own pace regardless of how you feel about it.I look at the ceiling. March fourteenth is in thirteen days. The Whitney opening. The due date is the twenty-first. Twenty days, both things in twenty days.
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Five:
The cedar and sharp, expensive cologne that has become one of the most familiar things about this penthouse hits her first when she walks into the living room. Tom Ford Oud Wood. He is standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to her, looking out at the city. When he turns and sees the
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Four:
I cannot sleep. Again. It is becoming a pattern, and I do not know how to break it. Midnight comes, and I am wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Derek and the gallery and the way Alexander held his hand at my back like he was holding me in place. Like he wanted me there. Not because
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Three:
I wake to sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and have no idea what time it is. I reach for my phone. Ten thirty. I have not slept past eight in years. I sit up and look around the room. My room. In Alexander Kane's penthouse. This is real. This is actually happening.I get out of be
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Two:
The penthouse is silent. I stand in the entrance hall with my suitcase at my feet and Alexander three steps behind me, and I try to catalogue what I am seeing. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Grey walls. Charcoal furniture. Everything clean and expensive and impersonal except for a single photograph on t
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