LOGIN[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION GARDENS - AFTERNOON]Ruby held her canvas up with both hands and the expression on her face was the expression of someone expecting praise.Shayla looked at it.Angel looked at it.They looked at each other.The painting was supposed to be a rose. Ruby had announced this at the beginning of the exercise with considerable confidence. What was on the canvas was a red shape that had ambitions toward roundness and a green line coming out of the bottom that was doing its best to suggest a stem. The petals went in directions that petals did not naturally go. The proportions were entirely their own invention.Angel pressed her lips together. Her shoulders started shaking.Shayla gave up first. The laugh came out of her fully and she put her hand over her mouth and Angel dissolved beside her and the two of them sat on the picnic blanket in the afternoon sunshine laughing at Ruby's rose."What?" Ruby pulled the canvas back toward her and looked at it with fresh eyes. "Th
[THE DON’S MOB(VOLKOV)- NIGHT] The drive was connected to Ivan's laptop and he had been going through it for three hours. He worked the way he worked everything, methodically, moving from folder to folder with his eyes tracking the screen and his hand on the mouse and his mind already several steps ahead of what he was currently reading, pulling out the files that were useful and tagging the ones that needed more attention and discarding the ones that were noise. Monica had been thorough. He would give her that. The woman was infuriating in almost every possible way but she was thorough and the drive reflected it, financial records going back four years, internal communications, acquisition strategies, security protocols, contractor details, supplier contracts. Everything a person needed to dismantle a company from the outside if they knew what they were doing with it. He knew what he was doing with it. Behind him, Jake poured another glass. "That is your fourth," Ivan said. "I
[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION - NOVEMBER 25TH, 9:00 AM]Angel opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.It was not her ceiling. The shape of the room was wrong and the light came through the curtains at a different angle and the pillow under her face smelled like someone else's shampoo and it took her about four seconds to remember where she was and why.Ayven's room.She lay there for a moment and let the morning settle around her. The house was quiet, that particular early-morning stillness that belonged to no one yet. She could hear nothing from downstairs and nothing from the hallway.She reached for her glasses on the nightstand and put them on and the room sharpened into focus around her. The LED clock on the desk showing 9:04 and below the time in smaller numbers the date.November 25th.She had woken up late because she cried till early hours of the morning before sleep finally took her.She looked at the date for a moment. Then she looked at the ceiling again.She got up and went b
Angel changed into her pajamas. Brushed her teeth and got ready for bed.Shayla lay down beside her on the bed. Angel curled up close. Rested her head on Shayla's shoulder.Grayson sat in the chair beside the bed. Picked up a storybook from the nightstand.He started reading. A fairy tale. About a princess and a knight and a dragon.His voice was soft. Soothing. Perfect for bedtime.Angel's eyes started getting heavy. Drooping. Closing.Within fifteen minutes, she was asleep. Breathing slow and steady. Peaceful.Grayson set down the book and stood up quietly.Shayla lifted herself carefully from the pillow they had both been sharing, moving in increments, watching Angel's face for any sign of waking. Angel did not wake. Her breathing was slow and even and her hands were loose on the blanket and she looked younger than ten in the way that sleeping made children look younger, all the effort of being awake gone from her face.They both leaned down at the same time. Both pressed their lip
[CITY GENERAL HOSPITAL - ANGEL'S WARD, AFTERNOON] The discharge paperwork took longer than the actual process of leaving. Shayla worked through each form carefully, reading everything before she signed it, making sure the follow-up appointment dates were correctly entered and the medication instructions matched what the doctor had told her verbally. She had learned a long time ago that the details in medical paperwork were the details that mattered when you were standing in a pharmacy at ten at night trying to explain something to someone who had not been in the room when the doctor said it. Dr. Osei reviewed everything one final time. He checked Angel's eyes with his small light, checked her reflexes, pressed two fingers to her wrist and looked at his watch. "She is cleared to go home," he said. "The trauma therapist needs to see her at minimum twice a week. If she has a panic attack or a night terror that she cannot come out of on her own, bring her back immediately. Do not wait
Shayla stood at the observation window for twenty minutes.That was as long as they allowed in any single visit and she used all of it. She stood with her hand pressed flat against the glass and she looked at her son lying in the bed surrounded by the machinery that was doing the work his body was not yet ready to do for itself, and she looked at the rise and fall of his chest and she counted the seconds between each breath and she talked to him inside her head because talking out loud through the glass felt like the wrong kind of desperation.Nine years old.He had turned nine years old in that bed and he did not know it and she could not tell him, she stood there and she looked at him and she did everything she could to keep herself from breaking down there.The doctor came by while she was at the window. Stopped beside her. Told her what he always told her, vitals strong, responding to treatment, healing progressing, no change in consciousness, no timeline. She thanked him and he m
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
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
Ruby stared at the woman in the doorway, taking in every detail of her appearance. She was beautiful. Effortlessly so. The kind of natural beauty that did not need makeup or styling to shine. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her skin had that dewy glow that suggested she had ju
The evening sun cast long shadows across Shayla's living room as she sat curled up on the couch, a mug of chamomile tea cooling in her hands. Three weeks had passed since Grayson showed up at her apartment with flowers and chocolate and period supplies, and somehow, everything had shifted.Not dram







