Chapter Two: Before They Became Family

Nineteen Years Earlier

New York City

Adrian Cole — 26

Marcus Bennett — 27

Sarah Bennett — 25

Kai Bennett — 7

Eleanor Hayes — 25

Long before Adrian Cole became one of the youngest CEOs in Manhattan…

Before the penthouse.

Before the silence.

Before he learned that grief could live inside a house…

He was simply Adrian.

And every Friday evening, without fail, he left the glass towers of Manhattan to keep one promise.

“You’re leaving already?”

A junior analyst looked up from his computer.

Adrian buttoned his suit jacket.

“I have plans.”

The analyst blinked.

“You?”

Adrian looked mildly offended.

“I do occasionally leave the office.”

“So the rumors are true.”

“What rumors?”

“That you actually have friends.”

Adrian picked up his briefcase.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

The office erupted into quiet laughter as he stepped into the elevator.

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Fifteen minutes later…

Marcus Bennett was already waiting outside the elementary school gates with two cups of coffee in his hands.

“You were almost late.”

“I was three minutes early.”

“That’s almost late.”

Adrian accepted one of the coffees.

“You exaggerate.”

“I’m married.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I’ve been trained.”

Adrian laughed under his breath.

Before he could reply—

“DAAAD!”

The school doors burst open.

Children flooded the pavement.

In the middle of them was a small boy wearing a navy-blue backpack almost as large as he was.

“Kai!”

Seven-year-old Kai Bennett waved wildly before breaking into a full sprint.

Marcus opened his arms.

Kai ran straight past him.

“Uncle Adrian!”

Adrian barely had time to react before Kai crashed into him with enough force to nearly spill both coffees.

“Easy there.”

Kai hugged him around the waist.

“You came!”

“I said I would.”

“You always do.”

Adrian smiled.

“I try.”

Kai stepped back, his dark eyes shining with excitement.

“I got ninety-eight on my spelling test.”

“Ninety-eight?”

Kai nodded proudly.

“I only missed one word.”

“What word?”

Kai sighed dramatically.

“‘Hippopotamus.’”

Adrian considered that.

“I don’t think I can spell hippopotamus either.”

Marcus stared at him.

“That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

Adrian shrugged.

“I was protecting his confidence.”

Kai grinned.

“I knew you couldn’t spell it.”

Marcus laughed.

“Congratulations. You just tricked a future CEO.”

“I did.”

Kai looked ridiculously pleased with himself.

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The Bennett house smelled of cinnamon before the front door even opened.

Sarah Bennett appeared from the kitchen with flour dusted across her cheek and an apron tied around her waist.

“There you are.”

She kissed Marcus on the cheek before smiling warmly at Adrian.

“Stay for dinner.”

“I wasn’t invited.”

“You stopped needing invitations years ago.”

Kai grabbed Adrian’s hand.

“She’s making lasagna.”

“I see.”

“And garlic bread.”

“I see.”

“And chocolate cake.”

Adrian looked at Sarah.

“I assume refusing isn’t an option.”

She smiled sweetly.

“It never is.”

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Dinner at the Bennett house was never quiet.

Marcus argued with the evening news.

Sarah insisted everyone eat another serving.

Kai talked about basketball with enough enthusiasm for three people.

Adrian mostly listened.

It had become his favorite part of the week.

Halfway through dinner, Kai disappeared upstairs.

He returned carrying a framed drawing.

“I made this.”

He handed it to Adrian.

The picture showed three stick figures standing in front of a house.

One wore a tie.

One held a coffee cup.

One was much smaller than the others.

Adrian studied it carefully.

“Who’s this?”

Kai pointed proudly.

“That’s you.”

“And him?”

“Dad.”

“And the little one?”

Kai looked horrified.

“That’s me!”

Adrian nodded solemnly.

“My mistake.”

Kai giggled.

Then Adrian noticed something written across the top in uneven seven-year-old handwriting.

My Family.

He looked at Marcus.

Marcus looked back.

Neither of them spoke.

Sarah quietly smiled as she cleared the plates.

To Kai…

There was nothing unusual about the drawing.

Adrian wasn’t a visitor.

He wasn’t simply his father’s best friend.

In the uncomplicated way children understood the world…

He belonged.

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The following Tuesday…

Adrian found himself back at Columbia University.

Not as a student.

As a guest speaker.

His lecture on corporate finance ended an hour early, leaving him with unexpected time before his next meeting.

He wandered into Butler Library.

The silence was almost comforting.

Until—

Laughter.

Bright.

Unrestrained.

Completely out of place.

It echoed through the reading room.

Adrian looked up.

A young woman stood between two towering bookshelves, one hand pressed over her mouth as she tried—and failed—to stop laughing.

Three books lay scattered at her feet.

An elderly librarian sighed.

“Miss Hayes…”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve apologized twice already.”

“I know.”

“And yet…”

“I laughed again.”

The librarian pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t know what to do with you.”

The young woman smiled.

“I’ll try harder.”

She knelt to collect the books.

At the exact same moment…

Adrian reached for one.

Their foreheads bumped.

“Oh!”

She stumbled backward.

Adrian instinctively caught her arm before she lost her balance.

“I’m terribly sorry.”

She rubbed her forehead before looking up.

Then…

She laughed again.

“You apologized before asking if I was alright.”

“I assumed you were.”

“And if I wasn’t?”

“I would’ve apologized twice.”

She smiled.

“I like that answer.”

For the first time that day…

Adrian smiled too.

She noticed immediately.

“There it is.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“The smile.”

“I smile.”

She tilted her head playfully.

“I don’t think you do often enough.”

She extended her hand.

“Eleanor Hayes.”

Adrian took it.

“Adrian Cole.”

Neither of them realized it then.

But with one handshake…

Both of their futures had quietly changed.

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