INICIAR SESIÓN(Piper)His door is open.I close it behind me when I come in.He's at his desk reading something on his computer screen."Piper. What are you doing here?""It’s nice to see you too, Nathanial."I deserve the look he gives me. We don’t do casual drop-ins.I sit in the chair across from him and cross my legs.He puts his pen down, waiting to hear what I want."How was your trip to Shell Cove? Your mother is fine I presume?"A look I can’t decipher flashes across his face before it clears.“Oh. Your call the other night. She was fine. I did text you to let you know. Not that you bothered to respond.”There’s something behind that flash of panic that I’m not privy to, but I barely care right now.Whatever drama has been dogging Clarice’s heels all her life has nothing to do with me."I came because we should talk about Gloria."He leans back in his chair, his expression immediately turning inscrutable."What about her?""You stood her up. Again.""That’s none of your business.""She dese
(Chase)Natasha leaves at four for the therapy appointment her doctor arranged for her.I’m glad she’s finally dealing with her PTSD and not continuing to pretend being kidnapped by Bauer was just another Thursday.Or that finding out her brother is her uncle just rolled off her back.It’s the first time she’s asked me to take care of Lily when she has something to do and it’s not Lily’s allocated days with me.It’s kind of a big deal, whether she wants to admit it or not."Her bottle's in the fridge. She had a nap at two. Sorry, you know her as well as I do."The glowiest of praise.I’m careful not to let it go to my head."Don’t be sorry, and don’t be nervous. It’s going to be good for you to talk to someone.""I guess."She stops in the doorway with her hand on the knob."Chase.""Yeah.""Don't burn down my house."I take that. I'd take more if she handed it to me.Lily is in the bouncer in the corner of the kitchen, watching me with the look she gets when she's deciding whether to
(Nathanial)The call comes Tuesday afternoon. Unknown number. I almost don't pick up."This is James Bailey.""Oh."My half-brother who was a barely remembered uncle until a few days ago.I don’t really know what to say.Judging by the pause that follows, neither does he.I wait it out. He's the one who called."I'd like to buy you a drink. Tonight, if you can. There's a bar at the hotel on Wilshire that’s never too rowdy. I know it’s last-minute, but I'd appreciate the time."I look at the ceiling."Okay.""Seven good for you?""Sure."He probably thinks I’m an idiot who can’t string a sentence together.“Thank you, Nathanial. I’ll see you tonight.”He hangs up. He's clearly not a man who fills space.I sit at my desk for a minute after.I don't know what I just agreed to.I do know I wasn't going to say no.I get there at five to.He’s already there, sitting at a corner table with a neat whiskey, no ice.He stands when he sees me, which is the kind of thing his generation does and o
(Natasha)I tell Chase the whole sordid story in my kitchen.It takes forty minutes to lay the whole thing out properly.My mother, the affair, James walking in at nineteen, the deathbed, why I was left behind.I tell it like I’m presenting a financial report.Flat and factual.The way I tell things when I don't want to feel them while I'm telling them.Chase doesn't interrupt once.He poured coffee before I started.It's gone cold.He hasn't made another cup because moving would interrupt my train of thought and he can see how badly I need not to be derailed right now.He's keeping still in a way he isn't usually capable of.I manage to get the whole thing out without crying or breaking anything.Lily is upstairs asleep with the monitor on the counter between us.For a while her breathing on the monitor is the only sound in the room."What do you need? How can I help?" He asks eventually."I don't know."He nods. Doesn't push.I look at my hands.There's a crescent of polish missing
(Natasha)I hate how familiar St. Jude's smells by now.A weird blend of antiseptic liquid and the lavender oil Tracy keeps on her desk because she read it lowers anxiety.It does not lower mine but I appreciate the thought.Lily is on the exam table with one fist around my thumb and the other in her mouth.She’s decided fingers are a food group this week.She’s also doing the thing where she rolls onto her stomach and then can't quite figure out how to push herself up, and complains about it with gusto.I’m sure she’s going to be crawling any day now.James comes in with her file."How's my favorite patient?""Sleeping eight hours. Eating like she's training for something.""Weight check."He scoops Lily up without asking.She tolerates being weighed because James is the one weighing her.Anyone else and she screams.He writes down the numbers and puts her in my lap.Listens to her chest.Pen-light in her eyes, which she abhors because it confuses her.He finishes the check-up and sm
(Nathanial)The sand is wet from the tide. We sit on it anyway.I don't say anything for a while.Natasha doesn't either.Far down the beach there's a dog running in circles, barking joyfully.For a minute I envy that dog with everything in me.I try to think.Can't.My brain keeps starting sentences and abandoning them.The man I grew up believing was my father, is not my father.The man whose name I have was my father.My mother slept with my grandfather.For thirteen years.While Will loved her, and built her a beach house, and named me after the man she was sleeping with.I don’t want to think about any of this, but it won’t stop.Natasha picks up a piece of driftwood and turns it over in her hands."Did you suspect any of this?""God. No. I could never imagine what could have been so bad she had to leave. Part of me wishes I still didn’t know."She nods. Keeps turning the driftwood."I keep thinking about dad knowing. Having to deal with all that anger and grief, only to find you
(Chase)Lily will not sleep.She was fine during the show, fine through the chaos of the evening, perfectly content while Mason was here and the room was full of noise and movement.The moment things quieted down she decided she had opinions about it.I walk her through the townhouse in slow loops,
(Natasha)The drawing room buzzes with the sound of Eleanor’s guests.The string quartet is playing a lively, hollow tune. But the social adrenaline is fading from my bloodstream.Chase hasn’t come back and I can only assume he’s spending the night with Sonia.I don’t know why I’m even allowing tha
(Nathanial)Holding my phone to my ear, I stare out the large window of my office."Mother, you need to come to Los Angeles," I tell her firmly."Sonia is pregnant. She is very upset and needs you right now."A long, heavy silence fills the line."You know I can’t go to Los Angeles, Nathanial," my
(Nathanial)Walking up the wide stone steps of the Warren estate, I keep a close eye on my sister.Sonia walks stiffly beside me, keeping her hands carefully folded over her perfectly flat stomach.She shivers, blaming the cold wind, but I know she’s anxious about seeing Chase and Natasha’s child.







