Se connecterSophie woke that particular morning before her alarm, the date already sitting quietly in her chest the way it always did now, no longer the sharp, anxious grief of the earliest years but something considerably gentler, almost like anticipation."You're up early," Dominic murmured, stirring beside her."I always wake up on my own, this day," Sophie said. "I think my body remembers it before my mind fully catches up."They dressed quietly and found the household already stirring with its own particular version of the day's gentle rhythm, Miriam in the kitchen preparing the same simple breakfast she'd made every anniversary morning since the very first one, Vivienne already dressed and ready, considerably more composed than she'd been in those first difficult years."I made the garlic bread," Miriam said, setting a basket on the table. "I know it's not traditionally a breakfast food, but I think Richard would have approved regardless.""He absolutely would have," Sophie said, smiling. "
The quiet glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the polished oak floorboards of the study. Dominic answered the late call out of habit more than genuine alarm, lifting the receiver to his ear as he looked toward the dark window. He found a politely nervous voice on the other end, considerably more hesitant than any of the family's usual regional contacts."I apologize for the hour, Alpha Steele," the voice said, the man sounding as though he had spent twenty minutes staring at the phone before finally mustering the courage to dial. "My name is Oren. I work for a regional outlet you haven't worked with before. I wanted to ask, with plenty of advance notice, whether your family might consider a brief year-end interview about the council's new permanent protection ruling."Dominic leaned back against his chair, his voice steady and composed. "That's a reasonable request," Dominic said, "though not one I'll discuss properly at this hour. Please contact Priya in the morning. She c
Dominic sat alone in his study that evening, the old filing cabinet still half open from the afternoon's discovery, and found himself turning over the unfinished letter one more time, thinking hard about exactly who he'd been when he'd started writing it."You're sitting with that look again," Rowan said, poking his head in on his way past. "The thoughtful one, not the worried one. I can finally tell the difference these days.""I was thinking about who I used to be," Dominic admitted. "Reading that old letter again. I don't think I fully recognize the man who wrote it.""What was he like?" Rowan asked, settling into the doorway rather than fully entering."Frightened," Dominic said. "Convinced that composure was the only thing standing between him and complete collapse. I don't think I let myself feel anything, honestly, those seven years. I simply managed, carefully, the way I'd been trained to manage everything.""You're considerably different now," Rowan observed."I think about t
Sophie watched Dominic's hands go still the moment he pulled the folded paper free from beneath the stack of old correspondence in the bottom of the cabinet. Something careful crossed his expression before he had even unfolded it properly, his fingers brushing over the yellowed fiber of the page with hesitant reverence."I'm not entirely certain what this is yet," Dominic admitted, smoothing the paper out carefully on the dark wood of his desk, the ink faded considerably with age and softened by time. "I think I wrote this during the years you were gone, Sophie. During the worst of it."He read the first few lines in absolute silence. Sophie watched understanding settle slowly over his face, a mixture of tender sorrow and raw vulnerability passing through his expression before he finally folded the paper back slightly and handed it across to her.Sophie took it, her eyes dropping to the words.Sophie, it began, the handwriting considerably less steady and more rushed than his usual co
Sophie sat alone in the studio with the old sketchbook open again, the same one she'd found months earlier reorganizing a storage shelf, and found herself turning past the pages she'd already lingered over once, discovering a section she hadn't properly revisited in all this time."You're back with that old thing," Dominic said, finding her there, settling easily into the second chair."I keep coming back to it," Sophie admitted. "I think I'm trying to understand something about who I actually was, before all of this, in a way I never let myself examine properly the first time I found it.""What have you found this time?" Dominic asked.Sophie turned the sketchbook toward him, a page near the very back, dated the week after she'd first met him, the handwriting considerably more tentative than anything that came before it, as though the nineteen-year-old who'd written it understood, without fully articulating it, that something significant had just happened to her.I met someone tonigh
Elena had been practicing in secret for nearly three weeks, slipping off to her bedroom with her sneakers whenever nobody was watching closely enough to see her struggle, determined to surprise the whole family at once rather than show them a clumsy attempt halfway through. She would sit cross-legged on her rug, her tongue poked out just past her lips, trying over and over again to turn loose strings into proper loops."What are you doing in there?" Ethan called through her door one evening, curious about the particular quiet she'd been keeping lately."Nothing!" Elena said quickly, her cheeks flushing as she stuffed her shoe behind her back the moment he poked his head into the room. "Secret practicing.""Practicing what?" Ethan asked, leaning against the doorframe before settling down right onto the floor despite her obvious reluctance to explain."You'll see," Elena said, folding her arms over her chest with the particular stubborn determination that had become, over the years, unm
Sophie Steele POVWith a jolt I wake.The first thing that registers is disappointment. I'm no longer in my bedroom in the Steel mansion seven years ago. I'm currently in my luxury loft studio in the heart of Los Angeles surrounded by art, supplies and the kind of serenity that cannot
Sophie Steele POV.“Oh! Oh! Ohmmmm, yes. Fuck me. Please."Who knew things would spiral this fast? Well it's another Friday night and I'm in my home, the weight of not having a functional social life crushing on me like a wave that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. At ninete
Sophie Steele POV.I step in.The water is hot and the pressure remains exactly as I remember it. I feel my shoulders come down gradually. I raise my face to the water and allow it to soak me while I am breathing in and out. The steam thickens around me. The rest of the house
Sophie Steele POV.Evening comes fast like the clock is running a race it refuses to lose. The guests begin to thin out and I am finally directed to my old room. I am so exhausted, like the world has been placed on my body, and this has nothing to do with the flight.One thi







