Se connecterAlex POV: Colt Wuckert Gives Alex His Last Task The restaurant is one of those hushed, high-ceilinged places where the clink of silverware against porcelain sounds like music. And it’s not far from the old Wood house, or the Witting house, or whatever name Dana is using today to hide her identity. Sitting across from me, looking entirely comfortable, is Colt Wuckert.I say, "Dana. That’s my secretary. The one who was supposed to come with me to see you that morning in Denver."Colt doesn't look impressed. He sips his club soda, the ice rattling around softly in the glass. He squints at me through his spectacles. "I know."I nod slowly, staring him down. I can feel the heat of anger prickling at the back of my neck. Everyone seems to know the real Dana. Colt knows. Her family knows. The Club probably knows. It feels like I’m the only one who was left in the dark, and that realization makes me feel like a complete fool. I married a woman I didn't know at all. And now, even after the
Dana POV: She Shouldn't Have Told Jack About LoriThe silence stretches for a full ten seconds and I can feel regret pooling in my stomach like lead. Why did I come up here? Why did I think Jack needed to know about Lori’s presence right now when Carmela is here with him?Carmela is the one who finally cracks the quiet, her voice cutting through the damp evening air. "Jack? Who’s Lori?"The spell breaks. The balcony erupts into a flurry of movement and muffled voices as Charles, Derek and Eddie suddenly find their drinks very interesting again. Jack’s shoulders squares in that defensive way he has when he’s cornered. He looks everywhere but me."Uh, she’s nobody," Jack says. Carmela’s eyes snap to mine, searching for the truth I just dropped like a live grenade. Hot with guilt, I give her a plastic smile. "Um, I’m going to go back downstairs," I mumble, stepping toward the sliding glass doors. "Jack, don’t worry about her. I’ll deal with it."But the damage isn't just done, it’s ca
Dana POV: Jack's Daughter, Cindy Is HereI hoped that Alex will follow me. I imagine him catching my arm, calling my name, demanding that we finally talk about why he's suddenly cold to me on the day of my dad's funeral. But as I reach the landing and glance back, the balcony door remains shut. There is only the gray light of the rain and the silence of his rejection.Downstairs, I head straight for the kitchen. My nerves are frayed wire. I find a pot of herbal tea one of my mother’s friends brought over and pour myself a cup, the steam rising in a fragrant cloud."Dana?"I snap. "What is it?"My cousin jumps. She's back again, her eyes wide and blinking in confusion. I immediately feel a pang of guilt. I set the teapot down and try to rein in my aggression."I'm sorry," I say. "I’m just . . . it's been a long day. What is it this time?"The girl looks at me tentatively. "Are you okay?"I sigh, leaning against the counter and looking at her. "I’m okay, Doreen—it is Doreen, right?""T
Dana POV: Carmela Giuseppe Meets Jack AgainThe relative calm of the wake is broken by a light touch on my shoulder. I turn to see one of the younger cousins, a girl my mother whispered was struggling with bulimia earlier, looking at me with wide, hesitant eyes."Dana," she whispers. "There’s someone here. She says she’s Jack’s girlfriend. She wants to see you."I frown, my mind racing through a short, dusty list of names. Jack’s girlfriend? Lori? No, that can’t be right. They broke up years ago, and since then, Jack has been a ghost when it comes to his love life. He hasn't brought anyone home in ages.I follow the cousin back toward the entrance of the living room. The crowd is thick, a sea of black clothes and muted murmurs, but I spot her immediately. Standing nervously in a corner, wearing a simple but elegant black dress, is Carmela Giuseppe.I gasp in surprise. I push through the guests and wrap my arms around her. "You came," I breathe, pulling back to look at her. "Wow. Car
Alex POV: Alex Kicks It With Dana's BrothersThe air on the ground floor of the Travis estate is suffocating, a dense mixture of damp wool, floral arrangements, and the heavy, unsaid expectations of a dynasty in mourning. It's been a while since I found myself in such a solemn setting. Though I understand Dana is upset, sad and in mourning, I need to get away from her wounded eyes and the way she looks at me like I’m an intruder.I spot Jack in the corner. He’s leaning against a bookshelf, his fingers dancing nervously over a single unlit cigarette. I didn't know Jack smoked. I remember trying to pick up the habit back in university because the aesthetic of the brooding intellectual appealed to me but the actual sensation of inhaling burning leaves felt fundamentally wrong. I gave it up after a few tries."Jack," I say, stopping a few feet from him.He looks up, and for a second, I think he might actually hit me. He is wound tight, his face a ghostly, alabaster white and his eyes da
Dana POV: Alex Attends The Funeral The grief of the morning is a fog so thick that, for the first time in months, the thought of Alex Logan doesn’t occupy a single corner of my mind. It is a strange, hollow relief, until the black BMW pulls up the narrow cemetery road.Beside me, Charles feels the sudden change. My hand, tucked into the crook of his arm, turns to stone."What is it?" he whispers, leaning down.I say nothing. I can’t as I watch the car door swing open. Alex steps out alone, a dark silhouette against the gray morning. He wears a black trench coat and a hat pulled low, looking less like a businessman and more like a figure from a noir film. He joins the tail end of the procession of well-wishers winding toward the graveside."Did you tell him?" Jack mutters from my other side."No," I whisper. "I don't know how he knows."A traitorous spark of warmth warms it's way inside my chest, fighting against the cold wind. If he is here, after everything, it means he still care
Alex POV: The DinnerMy heart knocks a little harder as we climb the front steps of my parents’ house in Los Angeles. We’re ten minutes late on account of the traffic on the bridge out of Reagan but they’ll understand.We flew in from D.C. this afternoon just for this dinner and tomorrow morning we
Dana POV: The BanquetI sit at the round table near the back of the Wood and Ward banquet hall, the one tucked just far enough from the spotlight that I can pretend I’m only a guest. The chandeliers throw soft golden across white tablecloths and half-empty wine glasses.It’s night, late enough that
Alex POV: How Long Does It Take To Stop Loving Someone?The taxi continues to get tinier and tinier until it disappears. And I’m standing there, staring, still not sure how it is she is in Washington.After everything, she still gets to walk away like I’m the one who broke us.“Alex!”I turn around
Dana POV: They Meet AgainMy phone is trapped between my ear and shoulder while my fingers trail over the soft fabric of a pale beige dress hanging on the rack, my brother’s voice in my ear."Jack?" I say softly. "You still there?"A sleepy grunt comes through. "Yeah . . . barely. What time is it t







