ログインEvelyn's POVMalik's photographs stayed on my mind long after we left the pump house. A disconnected safety wire didn't prove sabotage. It could have been careless maintenance. But I couldn't forget how Ridgeway had lost water in my first life, or how many people had suffered when it happened.Adrian drove me back toward town. My car was at the hotel, but I'd accepted his offer of a ride without thinking. Lately I seemed to be doing that with him: accepting little things I'd once insisted on managing alone.“You're worried about the pump,” he said.“Yes.”“We'll have the maintenance records checked when the transfer is complete. Malik won't let anyone operate it unsafely.”I nodded, staring through the window.“Evelyn, you've gone somewhere I can't follow.”I turned. “What?”“At Northline you were frightened before you knew what had happened. Today you looked at that wire like you'd seen it before.” He kept his eyes on the road. “I'm not accusing you of anything. I just wish you'd tel
Evelyn's POVI slept badly at the hotel, waking twice with my hand stretched toward a space that no longer belonged to Owen. By morning, I was angry with myself for missing him and even angrier that I had to feel guilty about the warmth I'd found with Adrian.He was waiting outside the lobby when I came down, holding two paper cups and a bag that smelled of toasted bread.“You didn't have to get breakfast,” I said.“You said that last night about the coat. I'm beginning to think you don't like people doing things for you.”“I like the breakfast.”“Excellent. We're making progress.”I laughed and took the cup. He'd remembered how I drank my coffee. The small kindness unsettled me more than a grand gesture would have.I thanked him and warmed my fingers around the cup. For a few minutes, the morning felt ordinary.“Daniel?” I asked.“Home. Bruised shoulder, bruised pride. He's already telling everyone he rescued half the county.”“I'm glad he's all right.”“So am I.” Adrian studied me.
Evelyn's POV“Daniel, answer me!”Adrian’s voice cracked through my phone. I sat motionless in my car, listening to the silence that followed.“Adrian?”“His line dropped.” I heard keys jangle. “I'm going to Northline.”“Tell me where to meet you.”“You've just left Owen. You don't need this tonight.”“I know. Tell me anyway.”He gave me the address of a service station outside the road closure. I started the engine before he finished speaking.The drive took twenty minutes. I spent every one of them remembering the Northline road after the disaster in my first life: the broken retaining wall, the water running down the slope, the people who had waited too long to leave. That collapse had happened much later. I didn't know whether tonight's damage was connected, and the uncertainty made my stomach ache.At a red light, I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror: swollen eyes, lipstick rubbed away, the face of a woman who had just walked out of her marriage. I had imagined this nigh
Evelyn's POVI gripped my phone, struggling to believe Owen had actually said it. Adrian stood a few feet away at Ridgeway, quietly gathering the drawings we'd been studying.“I'm still your wife, Owen. You don't get to give away our bedroom because you're angry with me.”“Clara needs somewhere to stay.”“Then she can take the study.”“I'm not discussing this over the phone.”“Fine. I'll be home shortly.”I ended the call, my hands shaking.Adrian looked up. “What happened?”“Owen's moving Clara into our bedroom.”He set the drawings down. “Do you want me to come with you?”I almost said yes. Earlier, when we'd stood close enough to kiss, I'd felt something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in years. I wanted that warmth again, especially now.But Owen already blamed Adrian for our failing marriage.“I need to go alone.”Adrian nodded, though he looked unhappy about it. When I reached for my bag, his fingers brushed mine.“Evelyn?”I turned.“If you need somewhere to go afterward, call
Evelyn's POVI looked at Owen, struggling to recognize the man who'd once promised that we would face every difficulty together.“I've been protecting what I have left,” I answered. “There's a difference.”“So Clara was right. You're leaving me.”“Why does Clara know what I'm thinking before you've bothered to ask?”“She's worried about us.”“She's been staying in our apartment, wearing my clothes and discussing our marriage with you. When did she become part of it?”Owen rubbed his forehead.“She's your best friend, Evelyn.”“She was supposed to be.”I remembered finding Clara in the dressing gown my aunt had given me. I'd been furious, but Owen had laughed and told me I was making a fuss over nothing. I'd apologized to Clara afterward, believing I'd been unreasonable.“Does she know about the six business advances?” I asked. “Does she know you've barely repaid any of them?”Owen glanced toward the window.“You told her.”“She knows I've been having a difficult time.”“I was the one
Evelyn's POVI'd barely slept after discovering Clara's name on Crestline's submission record. The payment demand was already with my attorney, and I'd forwarded the new records before bed. Clara was listed as my authorized representative, although I'd never given her permission to act for me.The auction manager called while I was having breakfast.“Mrs. Carter, Harbor Continuity Holdings has withdrawn from the Ridgeway auction.”I lowered my spoon. “Why?”“They haven't provided a reason we can disclose.”“What about their drainage claim?”“That hasn't changed. The auction will proceed under the conditions already disclosed, but the access dispute remains unresolved.”I thanked her and ended the call.Harbor Continuity had withdrawn just when I'd finally decided how much I could afford to risk. I wanted to celebrate, but the timing bothered me.I checked the sale information again. The recorded drainage access would remain, and whatever Harbor Continuity wanted beyond that was still







