ログイン[HOSPITAL - GRAYSON'S ROOM, 10:45 PM]The folder was sitting open across her lap and Shayla was reading the same line she had already read three times.Zero percent biological relation.She turned to the next page. Zero. The next. Zero. She went through all five pages and closed the folder and sat there holding it in both hands with tears running down her face that she was not trying to stop because there was nobody in the room to hold herself together for.She had run partly because of Angel.That was the truth she had been carrying for months, the real center of it, the thing underneath all the other things she had told herself and told Vincent. Finding out Grayson had a daughter she did not know about had broken something in her that she had not known how to repair from inside the marriage, so she had stepped outside it and told herself she was healing.And the whole time the child she had built that pain around was not even his.Shayla pressed her lips together hard. She looked at
[FIVE STAR DINING HOUSE - 7:30 PM]Wendy had chosen the green silk dress deliberately.Not because she was trying to be obvious about it. She knew herself well enough to know the difference between dressing for someone and dressing as someone, and this was the first thing. Vincent had always noticed green. Not in the way men noticed things to comment on them, but in the smaller quieter way of someone who registered beauty without making a performance of registering it. She had watched him do it enough times to know it was real.She had been sitting at the table for thirty minutes when the waiter came to refill her water for the third time and asked if she would like to order something while she waited. She told him no. She told him her guest was on his way.The restaurant was the kind of place where the lighting was warm enough that everyone looked like the best version of themselves. The kind of place where the sound of other people's conversations was present but distant, a low plea
[HOSPITAL - GRAYSON'S ROOM, EVENING] The security guard who spotted her first came toward her the moment she stepped through the hospital entrance with the food bag in one hand and the clothes bag in the other. He took both bags from her without being asked and fell into step beside her, two other guards closing in around her, and they moved through the hospital corridors without a word exchanged between any of them. They stopped outside a door on the third floor. The guard who had taken her bags handed them back to her. "Mr. Cross is inside," he said. "You can go in." Shayla took the bags. She stood there for a moment with both of them in her hands and she looked at the door and she breathed once, slowly, all the way down. Then she pushed it open with her shoulder and stepped inside. Lucas was mid-sentence when she came through the door. He stopped speaking immediately. His eyes moved from her face to her stomach to her face again and something passed through his expression that
[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION - LATE AFTERNOON]The security guard at the gate recognized her before she finished rolling down the window and waved her through without making her wait, which told her that Grayson had never removed her from the approved entry list. She did not know why that particular detail landed the way it did, somewhere in the center of her chest, quiet and certain.The cab pulled up to the front of the mansion and she paid the driver and got out and stood there for a moment looking at the house.Everything was exactly as she remembered it. The stone facade. The large windows. The garden that Matthew kept immaculate regardless of who was or was not in residence. She had stood in front of this house on the worst night of her life and walked inside it and somehow it had become the place she thought about when she thought about home. She had not understood that until she left it.She walked to the front door. The security guard posted there opened it for her without being as
[HOSPITAL - ANGEL'S FORMER ROOM, MORNING]Grayson had not moved from the chair beside the empty bed since Dr. Osei told him they had stabilized her and taken her back to the ward.He had stood up when they said it. Had genuinely intended to follow them down the corridor to wherever they were taking her. Then he had sat back down because something in his legs had stopped cooperating and he had not found a reason compelling enough to argue with them.The bed in front of him was empty. The sheets were pulled back on one side the way they were when someone was lifted out of them quickly rather than gotten out of them by choice. The pillow still held the impression of her head. Her contact lens case sat on the bedside table exactly where it had been sitting for hours because nobody had thought to move it and Grayson had not touched it because touching it felt like crossing into something he was not ready to cross into yet.He sat with his elbows on his knees and his eyes on the floor betwe
[VINCENT'S ESTATE - SAME MORNING]The kitchen smelled like butter and eggs.Shayla had eaten most of what Vincent brought her. Not because her stomach wanted it but because she had made a decision somewhere in the middle of the night while lying awake with her hands flat on her belly that whatever she was feeling was not going to be something she passed on to this child. So she had eaten the toast and the eggs and drunk the orange juice and now she sat at the kitchen table with a mug of warm water and lemon because the smell of coffee was making her nauseous and she was trying to be honest with her body about what it could manage this morning.Vincent came back into the kitchen and stopped when he saw her still sitting there."You should try to sleep," he said. "Even just an hour. The baby needs you to rest even if your head will not let you.""Every time I close my eyes I see him on the floor of that warehouse," Shayla said. She was looking at the mug. "The blood on his shirt. The wa
Shayla's eyes fluttered open. She blinked slowly, trying to orient herself, where she was and why her head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.She looked around and saw she was in the school clinic.Her gaze moved across the room, landing first on Ruby, who sat in a chair beside the bed with
It took Shayla a full minute to snap out of the chaos of thoughts running wild in her head. A full minute of being frozen on top of Grayson Cross, her boss, her ex-boyfriend, the father of her child, with their lips pressed together and his hands on her waist and every single rational thought in he
"Ayven is missing, mama bear." Ruby's voice cracked on the other end. "Someone took him. I got to the school and he was already gone. Someone picked him up and I found his shoe and…"The phone fell from Shayla's hand.She felt air leaving her lungs in quick succession, each breath shorter and more
Grayson sat at his desk pretending to review quarterly reports while actually watching Shayla out of the corner of his eye.She had been different since she came to work in the morning. Distant. Distracted. The easy warmth that had been building between them over the past th







