تسجيل الدخولTyrone's POVThe first drink went down like water.I didn't taste it. I just felt the burn slide down my throat and settle in my chest, warm and dull, and for about three seconds the noise in my head went quiet."Another," I told the bartender. He poured two fingers of whiskey into the glass, slid it across the bar, and went back to wiping a tumbler that was already clean.The hotel bar was almost empty. I'd walked in around six, still in my board suit, and told my driver to wait outside. I didn't plan to stay. I just needed ten minutes where nobody wanted anything from me.It was now nine. The second drink went down slower. By the end of it, I was talking."Seven to five," I said to the glass.The bartender glanced up. "Sorry, sir?""Nothing.""You okay?""Fine." I laughed, a short ugly sound. "I'm always fine."He went back to his tumbler.I turned the empty glass in my fingers and watched the light bend through it. I hadn't been drunk since Julian's funeral. I remembered that nigh
Tyrone's POVAt 9:42 a.m., my phone lit up face-down on the boardroom table.I turned it over for half a second and saw her name. Valeria.The chairman had just called the meeting to order. Fourteen people sat around a table the size of a small boat, and every one of them was looking at me.I pressed the side button and the screen went dark.Kelvin sat at my right. Two seats down, my mother sat perfectly straight with her hands folded.She hadn't looked at me since I walked in.At the far end of the table, Daniel O'Neal stood up and tapped a stack of papers against the wood."Thank you, Mr. Chairman," he said. "I'll be brief. I was asked to attend as hospital liaison to the Yates Foundation. I come with some concerns.""Go ahead, Daniel," the chairman said."Thank you." He adjusted his glasses. "Over the weekend, an article appeared online. I'll read the headline.""Billionaire's New Wife Can't Swim: Child Nearly Drowns at Yates Mansion."Some gasps came from the room."I want to be
Valeria's POVTyrone took the phone out of my hand.He zoomed in and his eyes went from the headline to the photo and stayed there.He didn't say a word."Uncle Tyrone?" Belle whispered. She was sitting between us with her spoon halfway to her mouth. "Is something wrong?""No, baby." He locked the screen and set the phone face down on the blanket. "Eat your soup."My phone buzzed again. Tyrone glanced at it before I could grab it. His jaw tightened. He picked it up, swiped, and held it out to me, and I saw a second link from Stella with one word underneath it.Stella: MORE.A new photo had posted. Same site, ten minutes after the first one. It showed Tyrone in a dripping suit carrying me up.I swallowed. "That's us.""Yeah.""But the shot's from..." I stared at the picture."That's inside the house."Tyrone got up and brought his phone out of the pocket, paced in front of the window, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped."I don't care how long it takes, Melissa." He was say
Valeria's POVMy brain froze. The only thing it could do was repeat the words back to me.You said my name. Twice.Heat shot up my neck so fast I thought I'd pass out again. I sat up, pulled the blanket over my chest like a shield, and grabbed the first thing I could think of, which was my doctor voice."That's... normal," I said."Is it?""Totally," I said. "After near-drowning, the brain gets weird. Hypoxia. Random words. It's common."He tilted his head, and the corner of his mouth moved like he was fighting a smile. "I didn't know my name was random.""It's... it's a good random.""That's good to know.""Stop." I looked at the clock on the nightstand, very hard. "It's six-twelve. I need to check your pulse.""You checked it at four." He said."And now I'm checking it again." I said quickly."Valeria.""Give me your wrist."He held it out and I took it, pressed my fingers against the inside. His pulse was steady. A little faster than normal, and that was my fault."You're fine," I
Valeria's POVI crawled to him and grabbed his face in both hands. His skin was cold and clammy."Look at me," I said. "Don't close your eyes.""I'm fine." He managed."Stop saying that.""You almost..." He couldn't finish the sentence."Belle, Go find the maid." I said. "Tell her I need Tyrone's pill case from his desk."Belle was crying so hard she hiccuped. "Is he gonna die?""No," I said, firm. "Go."She bolted. I turned back and pushed on his shoulder. "Sit. Right here. Lean on the chair."He sat. I held his wrist and watched the second hand on my watch, lips moving as I counted. I was shivering so hard my teeth clicked. My lungs burned every time I breathed. "You're freezing," he said."I'm fine.""Now who's saying it?"I glared. "Shut up."The maid ran out with the blue case and a stack of towels. I snapped it open, pulled out a small white pill, then a second tablet, and held them out."Chew the aspirin. Put this one under your tongue and let it melt.""Valeria..."He did. I
Valeria's POVIt was my first day off in twelve days, and I was going to enjoy it if it killed me.That was a joke, sort of.I stood on the back terrace in leggings and a hoodie, holding a mug of coffee, and looked around. The whole place looked like a toy store had thrown up. A pink scooter lay on its side near the steps. Three jump ropes. A bucket of sidewalk chalk. A tea set with tiny plastic cups lined up on the stone table like guests at a very serious party.On a lounger by the pool, wearing sunglasses that were way too big for his face, was Sir Reginald."He's tanning," Belle said, walking up beside me. She wore her dino sneakers and a yellow sundress. "He said the sun helps with his lion energy.""He's an elephant." I said flatly."Elephants can tan too.""That's not how..." I stopped. "Okay, sure."I took a sip of coffee. The sun felt good. It was warm for November, one of those lazy days where the air smells like cut grass. Somewhere in the house, Tyrone was still locked in







