LOGINAdeline's POVJackson did not look like a man with good news.He looked like a man with information. Which was different, which was sometimes better and sometimes considerably worse.And I had learned over the past several weeks to tell the difference before I decided how to feel about it."Walk with me," I said.He fell into step beside me without a word.My office was exactly as I had left it that morning.Briefing notes stacked, coffee cold, my father's view sitting outside the window like it was waiting for him to come back and reclaim it. I shut the door, dropped my bag on the chair, and turned to face Jackson."Sit," I said. "Talk."He sat. He had a slim folder with him that he placed on the desk between us but did not open yet."I'll start with the part that's most urgent," he said. "Devon Ashworth is being watched."I kept my face exactly where it was."Watched how," I said."Conrad has people on him. Has had for about a week. Maybe longer, but a week is what I can confirm.
Adeline's POVNatasha knew.I had not said a word. I had walked back into that room with a perfectly assembled face and set the coffees down and taken my seat beside my father's bed.And within approximately four minutes Natasha had looked at me, looked at the door, looked back at me, and arrived at the correct conclusion using nothing but whatever antenna she had been born with that had always made her impossible to keep secrets from."Something happened," she said. Not a question."Nothing happened."She raised one eyebrow.I lasted another thirty seconds before I said, very quietly, "Promise me you will not tell him."I did not have to specify who him was. She understood.Natasha looked at me for a long moment. Then she reached over and took my hand on the arm of the chair and squeezed it once."I promise," she said.I nodded. Looked at my father's face. Exhaled."Thank you."She did not ask any more questions after that. That was the thing about Natasha, she knew the difference
Adeline's POVThe silence on the drive back was the loudest thing I had heard in weeks.Not the silence of an empty house or a waiting room or a conversation that had run out of words. This was different. Completely still, completely mine.The silence of a woman who had decided something and had not yet opened her mouth to say it but felt the decision settling into her bones like concrete setting.I did not cry.I noticed that. Noted it the way you noted a significant change in a set of numbers.Without drama, just accurately. I had cried in a car park last night and cried in a boardroom two days before that and cried in a hospital corridor and in a bedroom and in my childhood home.And somewhere between Mikhail's front door and the dual carriageway I had apparently run out.First Conrad.Now Mikhail.I was done falling to pieces over men. I had a finite supply of pieces and I could not afford to keep distributing them.I texted the secretary general from the driveway."Running lat
Adeline's POVThe silence on the drive back was the loudest thing I had heard in weeks.Not the silence of an empty house or a waiting room or a conversation that had run out of words. This was different. Completely still, completely mine.The silence of a woman who had decided something and had not yet opened her mouth to say it but felt the decision settling into her bones like concrete setting.I did not cry.I noticed that. Noted it the way you noted a significant change in a set of numbers.Without drama, just accurately. I had cried in a car park last night and cried in a boardroom two days before that and cried in a hospital corridor and in a bedroom and in my childhood home.And somewhere between Mikhail's front door and the dual carriageway I had apparently run out.First Conrad.Now Mikhail.I was done falling to pieces over men. I had a finite supply of pieces and I could not afford to keep distributing them.I texted the secretary general from the driveway."Running lat
Adeline's POVDevon did not show.I waited for twenty-three minutes in the lobby of Conrad's office building, heels in my hand, the marble floor cold against my bare feet.The security desk empty because it was eleven forty at night and the building was dark except for the emergency lighting and whatever fluorescent strip was running above me like an accusation.Twenty-three minutes.I knew the exact number because I had watched every one of them on the clock above the lifts, willing them to change faster and then slower and then willing Devon to materialise from one of the elevators with a flash drive and an apology.He did not.At midnight I put my heels back on and walked out.I cried in the car.Not the quiet kind. The ugly kind, the kind I had been keeping a tight lid on for approximately six hours while I sat in that bar and ordered two more drinks than I should have.And refused the bartender's cab offer with a confidence that the floor beneath my heels had not entirely support
Adeline's POV Conrad's people found us. Isaac is missing. I read it four times. Then I was sitting upright on the edge of the bed with both feet on the floor and my heart running at a pace that had nothing to do with the hour. I typed back immediately. "Where are you right now. Are you safe." The ticks turned blue. Then the typing indicator. Then: "I'm safe. I moved. But Isaac left two days ago and he hasn't answered since. I think they got to him." I pressed my palm flat against the mattress and breathed. "Don't move again without telling me first. I'm going to fix this. Don't contact anyone else." I put the phone down. Fixing it required Isaac to be findable, which required Conrad not to have already found him first, which was a calculation I could not make at midnight with no information and no sleep. So I lay back down and stared at the ceiling and did not sleep at all. Morning arrived like a verdict. I was glad for it anyway. Glad to have something to do with my body
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







