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Chapter thirty

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Burning Down Clean

Aria

He walked through the front door at six and I knew immediately.

I’d been sitting on the living room couch for four hours pretending to read, pretending to watch something on my laptop, pretending to be a person who wasn’t counting the minutes since he left. The second I heard his key in the lock I was up, and when he walked in and I saw his face I forgot everything I’d been planning to say.

He looked like a man who had just watched something explode in slow motion and wa
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  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty six :

    WilliamCadenI stared at the message for a long time.*I'd very much like to speak with my son.*His son.I was somebody's son in a way that had never once applied to Romano — not really, not in any sense that felt true rather than documented. Romano had claimed me, kept me, competed with me, tried to dismantle me from the inside out, and written mine regardless at the bottom of a paternity test he'd buried for twenty-three years.William Ashford had texted me my son in a single line and it landed somewhere Romano's forty-two years of ownership never had."Caden." Aria's voice, quiet. "Breathe."I breathed."He called you his son," she said."Yes," I said."He already knows," she said. "Eleanor told him everything. He processed it and he picked up his phone and he called you his son in the first sentence." She paused. "That's who he is."I looked at the message again.Typed back before the controlled part of my brain could suggest waiting, suggesting timing, suggesting the careful m

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty five:

    Finally.AriaI woke up the next morning and nobody had tried to destroy anything overnight.I checked my phone before I was fully conscious, which had become a reflex over the last three weeks — the specific anxious alertness of someone who had learned that mornings could arrive carrying things. Unknown numbers. Screenshots. Recordings. Filing cabinets. Half siblings. Genealogy results.Nothing.Eight hours of genuine nothing.I put the phone face down and lay there in Caden’s bed in Caden’s room with Caden asleep beside me and let the nothing be everything for a few minutes.Outside the window Minnesota was doing something that looked almost like proper morning — actual sunlight, the kind that committed rather than suggested, coming through the curtains at an angle that made the room look warmer than it probably was.I turned my head.Caden was asleep on his stomach, face turned toward me, one arm stretched across the mattress in my direction like he’d been reaching for something in

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty four:

    James.CadenI read the message three times.Each time the words stayed exactly the same, which meant I was going to have to deal with them rather than hope they rearranged into something less significant.I think it means I have a brother I didn’t know about. If that’s you, I’d very much like to talk.Direct. Clean. No performance, no drama, just a man in London who had received an unexpected notification and decided the honest response was the honest response.I already liked him slightly. Which was an absurd thing to feel about a stranger whose existence I’d known about for approximately forty minutes.“He moves fast,” Aria said beside me.“He’s an architect,” I said. “They’re decisive.”She looked at me. “You don’t know any architects.”“I know William Ashford designed two significant buildings in the eighties that I apparently studied in a business context without knowing he was my biological father,” I said. “Which is a sentence I need a moment with.”Aria pressed her lips toget

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty three:

    The Match.AriaThe name on the screen was James Ashford.Caden stared at it for a long moment without speaking, which from Caden meant he was doing something significant internally that hadn’t surfaced yet as words or action.Sophia leaned over his shoulder and read the result.“Half sibling,” she said quietly. “That’s the relationship category. Not parent. Half sibling.”“William Ashford has a son named James,” Caden said slowly. “One of the two children he knows about.”“Which means James Ashford is your half brother,” I said.The sentence sat in the kitchen like something that needed a moment to become real.Caden set the phone down on the counter.Stepped back.Ran both hands through his hair, which was the most unguarded physical gesture I’d ever seen from him, the Caden version of I genuinely don’t know what to do with this.“Two days ago I had one father,” he said. “Who was terrible. Today I have a biological father I’ve never met in Edinburgh and apparently a half brother wh

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty two:

    What Romano Kept.CadenSomething that involves Caden directly. Something Caden doesn’t know about himself.I read Sophia’s message over Aria’s shoulder and felt something shift in my chest that wasn’t fear exactly. More like the specific awareness of a man who has spent three weeks uncovering his father’s secrets and has just been informed there is apparently still one more.Of course there was one more.There was always one more with Romano.“We should go back,” Aria said, already turning.“Yes,” I said.She told the others something vague about Sophia needing us, the way she’d gotten very good at saying exactly enough to redirect without alarming, and David read her face and read mine and nodded once and said they’d carry on walking for a bit.We went back.Sophia was at the kitchen table with both laptops open and three separate document windows on the larger screen, her coffee untouched beside her in the way that meant she’d gotten deep into something and forgotten it existed.S

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter fifty one:

    Almost Normal.AriaWe got home at noon and nobody tried to destroy anything for three whole hours.I want to document that. Three consecutive hours of absolutely nothing catastrophic happening. No unknown numbers. No smoke. No lawyers calling with emergency motions. No surveillance footage of people who looked like my mother. Just the house, and the people in it, and the particular exhausted quiet of a group of humans who had collectively survived something and were allowing themselves to stop running for five minutes.Leah made lunch.Actual lunch, with multiple components, the kind that required planning and more than one pot, which was her way of saying everything is going to be okay without using any of those words because Leah expressed love through food and always had.We ate at the big dining table. All of us — me and Caden, my mother, David, Margaret, Sophia, Leah. Eight people around a table that had only ever really been used for tense, formal dinners with business associat

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter thirty seven

    JuniorCadenI felt Aria go completely still beside me.Not the tired still of someone who has been awake all night and is running on empty. The specific still of someone whose brain has just received information it doesn’t have a category for yet and is taking a moment to build one.I was driving

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter thirty six

    DavidAriaHis voice was rougher than I remembered.Slower. The recording had the ambient quality of a hospital room — that specific hum of machinery and distant corridor sounds, the particular acoustic of a space designed for emergency and not for comfort. But underneath all of that, underneath t

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter thirty five

    AriaI stood there holding the envelope for a solid thirty seconds.Leah knocked on the door from the other side. Three cheerful raps, completely unbothered by the fact that I was standing eighteen inches away having a crisis about a piece of paper.“I can hear you breathing,” she said through the

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter four

    Broken OpenAriaI didn’t cry prettily.I want to be clear about that because I’ve read enough books to know that women in stories cry in ways that are somehow still attractive — single tears, trembling lips, quiet dignity. That is not what happened to me on Caden’s couch at eight thirty in the mo

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