تسجيل الدخولLily’s pov I woke slowly, the unfamiliar ceiling taking a moment to resolve into memory, the small house, the quiet countryside, Katherine's promise to return by evening.The morning light filtering through the curtains carried a soft, pale quality, the kind that came before a house had properly woken up around you. I lay there a moment longer than necessary, one hand resting against my still-flat stomach, feeling the particular strange loneliness of waking alone in a place that wasn't yet familiar enough to feel safe.I thought, briefly, of Alexander, the particular warmth of waking beside him these past weeks, his arm already curled around me before either of us had fully surfaced from sleep. I pushed the thought away as quickly as it arrived. I didn't have the strength this morning to untangle my feelings about him. Grief and love and betrayal all sat too close together in my chest, indistinguishable from one another most days, and I'd learned it was easier simply not to examine a
Alexander’s pov Two days.Two days since the crash, since the photograph, since David had driven himself half-mad searching every corner of the city for a woman who seemed to have simply vanished from it entirely. Two days of a cast on my arm and a headache that hadn't fully released its grip, and beneath both of those, a deeper ache that no amount of prescribed rest seemed capable of touching.I lay in the hospital bed each night running through the same fractured pieces of information, turning them over and over like a puzzle missing half its edges, trying to force some coherent shape out of a situation that refused to make sense no matter how many angles I approached it from.Lenox Hill had no record of her.David had checked twice, in person, speaking directly with admissions and then with the head of nursing when the first search came back empty. No Lilian Sterling admitted on the night in question. No Lilian, either, in case the paperwork had somehow reverted to her old name. N
Lily’s pov I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.The hospital room felt smaller with every passing hour, the walls pressing closer, my thoughts circling the same exhausted loop they'd been trapped in since the doctor delivered news I still hadn't found the strength to absorb properly. A baby. A marriage I no longer trusted. A missing daughter I still hadn't found any real path back to. Three separate griefs, all tangled together into something too heavy to carry alone, and yet here I was, entirely alone with all of it.I couldn't go back to the apartment. Alexander would find me there within the hour of returning, and I wasn't ready, not for his face, not for whatever careful explanation he'd have prepared, not for the particular danger of looking into his eyes and believing him anyway, truth or lie. I knew myself well enough by now to understand how easily his voice alone could undo every careful wall I'd built since that file.My phone sat useless on the small table beside
Alexander’s pov I opened my eyes to a white ceiling and the low murmur of voices somewhere close by.My head throbbed with a dull, insistent ache. When I tried to shift, a sharp pain shot up my right arm, a cast, I realised slowly, plaster wrapped from wrist to elbow, my whole body stiff and unfamiliar in a way that told me before I'd even fully processed it that something had gone seriously wrong.Fragments returned slowly, disjointed, refusing to arrange themselves in proper order, the airport, the gifts still sitting somewhere in a bag I couldn't locate, the phone buzzing against the console, a name and a hospital and words that had scattered apart before I could hold onto them properly. Then the horn. The impact. The particular silence that followed, before everything went dark entirely.The crash. The text. *Lily.*I turned my head, wincing at the movement, and found Anna sitting in the chair closest to the bed, Grandma Rose standing near the window with her arms crossed, both o
Alexander’s pov The meeting had gone better than I'd dared hope. Three days of careful negotiation, of reading rooms full of men who specialised in obscuring their true intentions behind careful language, and I'd walked away with terms that exceeded even my most optimistic projections. Any other week, I'd have called my grandmother first, savoured the victory properly before moving on to the next thing. I hadn't thought about the deal in hours. I'd thought about Lily instead. I sat in the back of the car David had arranged for the airport transfer, a small bag of gifts on the seat beside me, a book I'd found in a Chicago shop specialising in rare first editions, the kind of thing I knew she'd light up over even though she'd never once asked me for anything expensive. A scarf in deep green, the exact shade I'd caught her admiring in a shop window weeks ago and pretending she hadn't. Small things. The kind of things a man bought when he'd started building an entire private catalo
Alexander was coming home tomorrow.The thought sat in my chest all day like something swallowed wrong, refusing to settle, refusing to move. I went through the motions of work with a competence that felt entirely disconnected from the rest of me, answering emails, organising his calendar for the week ahead, smiling at David's easy jokes with a mouth that felt like it belonged to someone else entirely.He'd called that morning, brief and warm, telling me his flight would land just after noon tomorrow. I'd let it go to voicemail. Listened to the message twice afterward, his voice tired but affectionate, promising to bring something back for me from Chicago, and felt the particular ache of missing someone I no longer knew whether I trusted.I couldn't face him. Not yet. Maybe not at all.The words *marry her before she learns the truth* had taken up permanent residence somewhere behind my ribs, replaying on a loop I couldn't silence no matter how hard I tried to distract myself with spr







