ВойтиAdeline's POVI changed back into my jeans in the examination room cubicle with the efficiency of someone who needed to be out of this building before she had time to think about what the building now knew about her.Casual top. Jeans. Weekend clothes, chosen this morning with the intention of not looking like someone who was going to a hospital to confirm a pregnancy.The paper the doctor had handed me was folded into my bag.I was not thinking about it.I was thinking about the Devon meeting tonight, and the Cheung presentation on Tuesday, and whether Isaac had heard back from the anonymous woman.And every other thing that existed in the world that was not the folded piece of paper in my bag.Natasha waited for me in the corridor and fell into step beside me without a word, which was the correct thing to do and I was grateful for it.We walked toward the lift.The doors opened.And Mikhail stepped out.The universe, apparently, had a sense of humour.He was in a dark jacket, tablet
Adeline's POVThe hospital gown was paper-thin and the room was cold and I had been staring at the same spot on the wall for eleven minutes.I knew it was eleven minutes because I had been watching the clock.Natasha sat in the chair beside the examination bed with her hands folded in her lap and the expression of a woman exercising a considerable amount of restraint. She had not said much since we arrived. She had held my hand in the car, squeezed it once when we checked in at reception, and then settled into the specific silence of someone who understood that talking right now would not help.I appreciated it.I could not have absorbed words right now.The strip tests had been clear enough that Natasha had not even tried to talk me out of taking the third one. She had simply handed it to me and sat on the edge of the bath and waited, and when it came back the same as the first two she had said very quietly that we should go to the hospital and get it confirmed properly because st
Adeline's POVThe police took an hour.Not to arrive. They arrived fast, blue light strobing through the balcony door within minutes of Natasha's call, boots on the gravel, voices at the gate. The hour was the questions. Two officers, one with a notepad who wrote everything down with the focused patience of someone who had learned long ago not to be surprised by anything.And one who coordinated the handover of the intruder from Daren with the brisk efficiency of someone transferring a package rather than a person.I answered everything they asked.What time did I hear the sound. What direction. How long between the first noise and the balcony door opening. Did I recognise the intruder. Had I received any prior threats.That last one required a longer answer.The officer with the notepad wrote for quite some time.Dare stood to one side throughout, hands clasped, contributing precise and factual information when asked and nothing whatsoever when he wasn't. I watched him and thought:
Adeline's POVThe sound came again.Closer this time.My body moved before my brain did.A sharp jerk sideways, away from the balcony door, and the movement woke my father the way a sudden noise would have."Adeline—""Shh."The word came out barely above a breath. I pressed my hand to his arm in the dark, hard, the universal signal of don't speak don't move don't ask, and felt him go still beneath my palm.The house was silent.And then the balcony door moved.Not thrown open. Not forced. It moved the way a door moved when someone who knew what they were doing worked at the lock with patience.A millimetre of give, then another, then the soft complaint of the frame as it separated from the seal.My heart was so loud I was certain it was audible.This is it, some part of me said, with the flat certainty of a person who had been waiting for Conrad's next move and had simply not anticipated the shape of it. This is what quiet from Conrad looks like.I reached for my phone on the bedsi
Adeline's POVThe eggs were a mistake.I had not even cracked them. I had taken them out of the refrigerator with the full intention of being a functional adult who ate food, and then the smell had hit me the moment I set the pan on the hob.Warm and sulphurous and completely unremarkable in any other universe.And I had put the eggs back, turned the hob off, stood in my father's kitchen with one hand on the counter, and decided that this was not going to happen today.The headache had started somewhere on the drive back from the hospital.By the time I reached the house it had moved from background noise to the particular pressure behind the eyes that meant business. I trudged upstairs. I did not eat. I did not shower. I did not do the sensible thing of changing properly and drinking water and being responsible about any of it.The last thing I remembered with any clarity was sitting on the edge of the bed.The next thing I knew was the phone.Ringing.Loud and insistent and entir
Adeline's POVHe was fine.The doctor said it plainly and without preamble.Vitals stable, no structural damage, the spike had been stress-induced and had resolved itself within minutes of us leaving the room. He was fine. He would continue to be fine provided they avoided anything that agitated him and gave his body the uninterrupted rest it was still asking for.I stood there and heard the words and something in me released so suddenly that my stomach turned completely over.I thought it was relief.I made it approximately forty seconds before I knew it was not only relief."Bathroom," I said to no one in particular, and walked fast.Natasha caught the door before it closed.I did not have time to tell her not to. I was already at the basin, and what was left of yesterday's nothing came up quickly and without any of the warning that might have allowed me to handle it with more composure.Her hand gathered my hair back without being asked.The hand of a woman who had done this befor
Author's POVConrad stood in front of the glass, his eyes scanning the road below him. The media had spent almost the whole day camping in front of his office. Finally, they had left. He could finally breathe freely.It wasn't as if he didn't want them but they were becoming too much. They weren't
Adeline's POVJackson had left a while ago and now it remained Mikhail and I. He seemed to be busy and so I sat quietly to think. My hands grabbed my phone as I began to scroll on the page again, checking to see if what I was looking for would hit me.It did, just that moment when it hit. I let out
Adeline's POVDinner had gone as well as it could that night. My father had been a little quiet but as usual, Natasha had been there to make sure that he wasn't so for long. She had a way of bringing out the energy in him.We had finished eating just then and I wanted to go to bed. Mikhail had know
Adeline POVWhen she left, I felt a wave of loneliness hit me. I had no idea why. It was as if now she had gone, all that was left was my fight again. I heard him come in before I heard his voice, “Why don't we go talk to Jackson?" He said.I looked up from where I had been staring into a portrait







