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The Doorbell

Author: ETHAN-QUILL
last update publish date: 2026-04-28 15:47:48

Seraphina was making Luna pasta when the doorbell rang at 8:47 p.m. London time.

Luna was sitting at the kitchen island in her dinosaur pyjamas, colouring a picture of a cow with a purple crayon. She had declared the cow's name was Margaret. She had also declared that Margaret was going to marry a tractor. Seraphina had not argued.

The doorbell rang again.

"Who is at the door, Mummy?"

"I do not know, baby. Stay here. Colour Margaret's wedding dress."

"Margaret is a cow, Mummy. Cows do not wear dresses."

"Fair point."

Seraphina walked to the front door. Looked through the peephole.

She stopped breathing.

Damien. On her front step. In a coat. His hair was wet from the rain that had not stopped since she had landed. His face was tight with something that was not good news.

She opened the door three inches and kept the chain on.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have to talk to you."

"I told you not to come to my house."

"I know. I know, Aria. I am sorry. This could not wait."

Something in his voice made her open the chain.

"Take your coat off. Sit in the front sitting room. Do not come into the kitchen. Luna is eating. I will be there in five minutes."

"Okay."

She walked back to the kitchen. Luna looked up.

"Is it a delivery man."

"It is an adult friend of Mummy's. From New York. Remember Damien."

Luna's eyes went wide.

"Damien is here."

"Yes. He is. But he has to talk to Mummy about boring adult things. So you are going to finish your pasta, and Nanny Rosa is going to take you up to have a bath. And then if you are good, maybe tomorrow Damien can come to the playground again."

Luna thought about this for approximately two seconds.

"Okay. But he has to come with a hat this time."

"I will tell him."

Nanny Rosa appeared from the hallway. Seraphina gave her a look. Rosa gave her a look back. They had been doing this for two and a half years. Rosa picked Luna up off the stool with practised ease and carried her toward the stairs.

"Say goodnight to Mummy."

"Goodnight, Mummy."

"Goodnight, baby."

Seraphina watched them go. Then she closed her eyes and counted to ten.

Then she walked into the front sitting room.

Damien was standing by the window with his back to her. Coat draped over a chair. Shoulders tight.

"Talk."

He turned.

"Marcus Greer sent me an email this morning."

She went very still.

"He has a photograph from the night I threw you out. Security footage. From the elevator lobby at the old building. He is threatening to sell it to a tabloid unless I pay him."

Her vision narrowed.

"What photograph?"

He took out his phone. Showed her.

Seraphina looked at the image of a twenty-two-year-old girl being shoved out of her own life, and something cold and heavy moved through her chest.

"How much is he asking for?"

"He has not said yet."

"Pay him."

"Aria."

"Pay him, Damien. Whatever he wants. That photograph cannot go public."

"If I pay him once, he comes back every six months."

"Then we deal with that when it happens. Pay him tonight."

"Aria. I came here because I wanted to tell you in person. I did not come here to be told what to do."

"Then why did you come?"

"Because I thought you deserved to decide with me."

"I am deciding with you. I am telling you to pay him."

They stared at each other across the sitting room.

Then Seraphina sat down on the couch. Hard. Like her legs had given up.

"Damien. I am tired."

"I know."

"I am so tired."

He crossed the room. Did not sit next to her. Crouched in front of her, the way he had crouched in front of Luna at the playground, which was the first kind thing she had seen him do in three years.

"I am going to handle this. However, you want me to handle it. I just needed you to know."

"I know."

"Aria."

"Yes."

"I am sorry."

"I know."

She did not cry. She had cried enough. But she let him stay crouched in front of her for a long time before she told him to go back to his hotel.

At the door, she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Damien."

"Yes."

"Do not lie to me about this. Ever. If Marcus comes back. If there is another photograph. If there is another threat. You tell me. You do not handle it for me. You do not protect me from it. You tell me."

"I will tell you."

"Swear it."

"I swear it."

She nodded once. Dropped her hand. Opened the door for him.

"Thank you for flying in."

"Aria."

"Go home, Damien. I have to put my daughter to bed."

He went.

She closed the door behind him and stood in the foyer and listened to his car drive away, and she thought about a man who had once put her on a street in the rain and was now flying across an ocean in the middle of the night to tell her the truth before she had to hear it somewhere else.

She did not know what to do with that information.

She had not built a version of herself that knew how to carry it.

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