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WEDNESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

POV: Nikolai

My mother called at noon.

Not Isabella. My actual mother, which was a distinction that required a moment every time because Isabella was the woman who had raised me and the word still carried her shape even now.

I picked up because I had not spoken to her since the charge.

"Nikolai," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"I want to see Kaden," she said. "Today if possible. The facility will allow a visit this afternoon."

"I will tell him," I said.

"I would also like to see you," she s
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  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    SANTOS

    SANTOSPOV: NikolaiThe document arrived at nine that evening.An email from the notary's office with a scanned attachment and a cover note that said the original would be couriered to the estate within forty eight hours and that her client had asked her to confirm receipt personally when it arrived.I opened it at the kitchen table with Hazel beside me and Kaden across from us and the house quiet around us in its evening configuration.The document was twelve pages.The first page was a letter.The handwriting was not familiar to me but the name at the bottom was.Aleksei Varyn.My grandfather.I read it.He had written it four years before he died, which meant he had been in his eighties and still clear enough to put twelve pages together with the specific coherence of a man who had decided he was done carrying something and needed to put it down before he went.He had given it to a notary in Lisbon.Not in Sky Shade City. Not in any place connected to the family name.In Lisbon, wh

  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    WEDNESDAY

    WEDNESDAYPOV: NikolaiMy mother called at noon.Not Isabella. My actual mother, which was a distinction that required a moment every time because Isabella was the woman who had raised me and the word still carried her shape even now.I picked up because I had not spoken to her since the charge."Nikolai," she said."Yes," I said."I want to see Kaden," she said. "Today if possible. The facility will allow a visit this afternoon.""I will tell him," I said."I would also like to see you," she said. "If you are willing."I sat with that for a moment.Isabella in a facility having been formally charged. Asking to see her sons. The specific quality of a woman who had operated from a position of complete control for thirty years and was now in a room she could not leave until someone unlocked the door."Yes," I said. "Alright.""Thank you," she said. And she said it simply, without the management, without the specific warmth she deployed when she wanted something. Just two words that land

  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    RAJAN

    RAJANPOV: HazelDr Anand arrived at eleven.She was smaller than I expected from her voice. Mid forties, precise in the way scientists sometimes were, the kind of person who occupied space efficiently and without waste. She came through the estate door with a bag over one shoulder and looked around the entrance hall with the expression of someone assessing an environment before committing to it.Her eyes went to the bare wall where the portrait had been.Then to the photograph of Margaret that Nikolai had had framed that morning and hung in its place.She stopped.She looked at it for a long time.Margaret in the valley with her equipment and her expression of someone exactly where she wanted to be.I stood in the hallway and watched Dr Anand look at the photograph and did not say anything because some moments needed to happen at their own pace.She turned."You moved fast," she said."The wall needed something honest on it," I said.She looked at it once more."Yes," she said. "It d

  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    PHOTOGRAPH

    PHOTOGRAPHPOV: HazelMy father sent the photograph while we were still on the phone.It came through as an image on Nikolai's screen and we both looked at it and I took the phone from him and held it closer and looked at the three people standing in what was clearly the valley, the specific quality of the light and the low dense growth visible behind them.Margaret on the left.A young man in the middle who I did not recognise, dark haired, early twenties, with the kind of face that had not yet settled into what it was going to become.And my mother on the right.Nineteen years old.Standing in the valley on Cold Stone Mountain six days before Margaret Varyn died with her hand raised slightly against the light and her face turned toward Margaret and the specific expression of someone who was listening to something that interested her.She had not told me she had been in the valley.She had told me she had spoken to Margaret. She had told me Margaret had shown her the compound. She ha

  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    LENA

    LENAPOV: HazelI woke up because Nikolai sat up fast.Not loudly. He did not make a sound. But the quality of the air in the room changed the way it changed when someone moved with urgency they were trying to contain and I was awake before I had decided to be.He was on the phone.I lay still and listened to his side of it and assembled what I could and what I assembled did not make immediate sense so I waited until he ended the call and turned to look at me.He told me.I sat up.My mother had been on Cold Stone Mountain the day Margaret Varyn died.She had filed a witness statement.Arthur Varyn had removed it.I sat in the dark bedroom with those three facts and tried to find a configuration where they fit together without implicating my mother in something I did not want her implicated in and I could not find one that worked completely and I was not going to pretend otherwise."She was twenty years old," I said."Approximately," Nikolai said. "She would have been around that age.

  • Tempted by my brother-in-law.    ARTHUR

    ARTHURPOV: NikolaiI sat on the stairs for a long time.The box was in my hands and the house was quiet and Sable had ended the call after saying what he needed to say and the name was sitting in the air around me the way names did when they changed the shape of everything that came before them.Arthur Varyn.The man Vera had loved for thirty years. The man who had told her about Aleksei on their second anniversary and carried the guilt of knowing and not acting for the rest of his life. The man who had sat in a facility outside the country in his final months and helped my mother plan her exit from a city that was keeping her trapped.The man who had removed a witness statement from the official record of his cousin's death.I sat with the specific discomfort of a truth that did not resolve neatly. The version of Arthur that Vera had loved and the version that had signed his name to a removal order were the same person and I did not know yet what to do with that and I was not going

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