LOGINVienna’s POVEleanor turned to face me fully, and I tried not to let the shock show too visibly on my face. She looked… hollow. Pale. Her cheekbones stood out sharply, as if grief itself had carved at her. Deep lines framed her mouth and eyes—lines that hadn’t been there in Paris.When her eyes finally settled on mine, they narrowed with slow, deliberate disdain."Well, well," she said, her voice cutting like glass. "Look what the cat dragged in."I swallowed hard. My first instinct was to step back. My second was to throw my arms around her and blurt out how sorry I was. Instead, my feet rooted to the floor."Eleanor…" My voice came out small, shaky. "I—I’m really sorry for how I just… disappeared. I—life has been really busy and—""Busy?" she interrupted with a sharp, humorless laugh. "That’s your excuse?""I know it’s not fair," I tried again, "but—"She pushed herself up from the chair beside Jason’s bed, rising to her full—still intimidating—height. "I thought I meant something
Vienna’s POVBefore I knew it, days blurred into weeks. My life slowly rearranged itself around something that resembled normalcy again. I still checked in at the hospital, but less often. And every day, without fail, I went to the orphanage.And so did Edward.At first it felt coincidental, but after a while I couldn’t ignore it anymore. He was always there—organizing supplies, reading to the little ones, fixing broken toys with a seriousness that would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so endearing. But after a while, I started noticing something else. Something odd.More than once, I’d catch him stepping outside. Lowering his voice, phone pressed tight to his ear. Long calls. Mysterious calls.One afternoon, as I folded a pile of donated clothes, he slipped out again. Through the open window, I heard him say, "No—keep me updated. Every hour." His tone was clipped, authoritative. Nothing like the gentle voice he used with me or the kids.When he came back in, I raised a brow. "You know,
Vienna’s POVI sank into the cushions, my heart still racing but less violently now. Edward crouched in front of me, lifting one of my hands gently from my face and placing it on my chest."Feel your heartbeat?" he asked softly.I nodded numbly."Match your breathing to my hand." He placed his other hand lightly on my ribcage, warm and steady. "In…" He inhaled softly. "And out."I followed him, shaky at first, then steadier. The room stopped spinning as violently.His calm was contagious.I blinked at him through blurry eyes. "How… how are you so good at this?"He gave me a tiny smile. "Army training. And… a lot of therapy."A drunk laugh-snort escaped me, and he seemed relieved by it.Slowly, the panic settled into something softer, something almost warm. I hadn’t expected to feel so safe here, with him… but I did. Too safe, maybe. Which was dangerous in its own way.After a few more breaths, he rose and helped me to my feet. "You should drink some water."I let him lead me to the kit
Vienna’s POVBella’s hand flew to her mouth. Zoey froze with a fry halfway to her lips.I looked into the eyes of the woman who had once felt like my enemy. All that messy history between us… Yet here she was now. One of my closest friends. My future sister-in-law. And most importantly… someone I trusted.A slow warmth spread through my chest as I watched her waiting, breath held, hope trembling in her eyes.A smile tugged at my lips, soft at first, then growing. "Of course, Ashley," I said finally, letting the words land with full sincerity.For a heartbeat, she just stared at me, eyes widening, disbelief melting into pure joy. Then she let out a tiny squeak and threw her hands over her mouth."You… you mean it?" she whispered, voice quivering.I nodded, my smile widening. "Of course I mean it."Ashley stared at me for a full three seconds, mouth open, her makeup glittering under the bar’s neon lights. "Wait—wait—say that again," she said, swaying a little but very much alert.I la
Vienna’s POVWith a heavy heart, I said goodbye to Warren and forced myself out of the hospital. I drove straight to the bakery, hoping the familiar scent of sugar and espresso would ground me.The moment I walked in, Ashley spotted me from behind the counter."There she is!" she called, waving a piping bag like a magic wand. "V, I saved you a croissant the size of your face. You look like you need it."Zoey popped out from the kitchen with a tray of steaming cinnamon rolls. "And caffeine. A lot of it. Possibly intravenously."Their teasing loosened something tight in my chest. "I’m fine," I lied with a small smile. "Just… a long morning."Ashley narrowed her eyes playfully. "We’ll allow one lie before noon. After that, honesty only."I laughed. "Deal."For a while, the bakery felt warm and easy. Customers came in and out, music humming overhead. Ashley was trying to teach Zoey how to swirl frosting "like an adult" while Zoey insisted her blobs had character.Around mid-afternoon, the
Vienna’s POVI stepped into the living room. Celestine sat stiffly on the couch, hands folded tightly in her lap. Harold sat beside her, his arm resting protectively over her shoulder."Eleanor?" I repeated, my voice almost a whisper. "She’s back?"Celestine flinched. Harold looked up, eyes softening. "Vienna, sweetheart… we didn’t mean for you to overhear that.""But I did." I walked farther into the room. "Eleanor’s back in Kingsford?"Celestine exhaled shakily. "Apparently she arrived two days ago. Fred mentioned it when he came by earlier."My stomach tightened. "Why didn’t anyone tell me?"Harold gave me a small, understanding smile. "We didn’t want to overwhelm you, honey. You’ve had… a lot on your plate."Celestine added quietly, "And I wasn’t sure how you’d feel."She had a point. I didn’t even know how I felt. I sank into the armchair across from them, rubbing my palms against my jeans."Honestly?" I said softly. "I don’t know. Eleanor and I… we became close in Paris. She—she







