LOGINPOV: Selene Castellano
The glow of the phone cast a sharp beam of light on Avalon's face, creating a harsh line that stood out against her jaw.
Selene squinted at the screen over his shoulder.
"The final score was 5-0," she exclaimed. "I can hardly believe it, they really pulled it off."
Avalon didn’t move. Just stared at the words like they might rearrange themselves into something else.
"The board finally made a decision," he said. "They voted to get rid of the rules that were holding things back." He was talking about Henderson's proposal, which everyone agreed on. There was no one who disagreed. He stopped for a moment before continuing. "The part of the will that said you had to be married to get something? That's not valid anymore."
Selene sat up.
“What does that mean exactly.”
“It means the year is over,” he said. “ Legally. The moment this is filed, nothing requires us to stay married.” His voice was careful. Too careful. “ Nobody’s forcing either of us to be here anymore.”
Selene's heart seemed to skip a beat, and for a moment, everything inside her went quiet.
"Is that how you see it," she asked, "as a way out?"
He turned to her.
He shook his head, the words tumbling out fast, like he couldn't get them out quick enough. "No," he said, the sound sharp, abrupt. But then he paused, took a deep breath, and tried again. "What I'm trying to say is... I don't know how to process this, and my initial reaction was fear, which really bothers me. I hate that fear was my first instinct."
“Fear of what.”
He was quiet for a long moment.
"You stayed because of a will, but what if a part of you is still here because you're not sure how to move on?"
Selene stared at him.
“You think that’s why I’m still here.”
"I never really gave you a choice, did I?" he said, looking back on it. "Just a few minutes ago, I asked you to marry me, for real this time. And now, with no pressure or deadlines, I'm starting to think I've never actually asked you to choose me because you want to. I've only had you because it was what we were supposed to do." He paused, considering his words. "I mean, I've always taken it for granted that you'd be with me, because of circumstances or whatever. But now I'm realizing, I've never really given you the freedom to decide if you want to be with me, without anything else influencing your decision."
Selene sat with that.
It wasn’t what she’d expected.
It turned out to be both worse and better than she had imagined it would be.
"She spoke slowly, her words dripping with a quiet intensity. 'That's not fear of losing me,' she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 'It's fear that I was never really in control, that my choices were just an illusion.'"
“Yes,” he said.
She reached over. Took his hand.
“Avalon.”
“Yes.”
She looked at him, her eyes locked on his. "I made a decision every day," she said. "Fate brought us together once, but after that, it was all up to me. I decided to stay for the depositions, to come back to this apartment every night. I chose you, not just on special occasions, but on ordinary days too." She paused, holding his gaze. "Fate may have opened the door, but I'm the one who kept walking through it, who kept choosing us, every single day."
He looked at her.
“Say that again,” he said quietly.
She told him, "I picked you, no strings attached, no expiration date, every day, starting from the very first one."
He let out a deep breath, feeling like a weight had been lifted off him, as if something that had been pressing down on his chest for a long time had finally let go.
“So,” she said. “ What happens now. Practically.”
"He explained that the lawyers specifically filed to end the marriage condition. All the other parts of the will stays the same. This means Pierce Holdings and the inheritance remain unchanged. The only thing that changes is that the marriage requirement is no longer needed."
“And Henderson.”
Avalon pointed out that he actually ended up losing the upper hand he thought he had with the foundation, all because of the board. What happened was, his resolution had the opposite effect of what he intended - instead of giving him more control, it actually set them free.
“Accidentally.”
He was trying to get rid of some rules that were holding back Pierce Holdings' smaller companies, so it would be easier for the foundation to take them over. But what he didn't notice was that the marriage rule was actually part of the same legal system. There was a pause. Then he said, "James just found the mistake an hour ago and sent an email right away."
Selene almost laughed.
"She claimed that Henderson had unintentionally set them free while attempting to take something that belonged to them."
“Yes.”
That's definitely been the highlight of my year so far, I just can't stop laughing about it.
He looked at her.
The corner of his mouth moved.
“It is fairly funny,” he admitted.
She climbed back into his lap.
Looked at him properly.
She reminded him, "You mentioned you wanted to ask me something when the time was right, now that everything is settled."
“I did say that.”
“Henderson just settled it for us. Accidentally.”
He looked at her.
“Are you asking me to propose right now,” he said. “ In bed with a half empty champagne bottle on the nightstand.”
"You made it clear that the moment was perfect, and all that was needed was a willingness to take it."
He was quiet for a moment.
He leaned over to the bedside table, but not to grab anything. Instead, he gently took her hand in his, cradling it between his palms.
"Selene Castellano," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "There's no obligation, no time limit, no conditions - just my heartfelt request, because I want to spend the rest of my life making choices with you, just like you've been doing with me." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Will you stay married to me, not because we have to, but because I'm asking you to, freely and sincerely?"
Selene felt her throat tighten.
“Yes,” she said.
“Just yes.”
“Completely yes.”
He pulled her down and kissed her.
Her phone buzzed against the nightstand.
She ignored it the first time.
It buzzed again.
She didn't let go of him, and at the same time, she stretched out her hand to grab it.
Glanced at the screen.
Went still.
“What,” he said.
She turned the phone toward him.
A news alert.
Breaking: California Senator Gerald Whitmore Found Dead in Federal Custody.
POV: Avalon PierceSelene called her father one final time that autumn, not out of obligation, but because something in her had settled enough to want closure rather than distance.He answered on the second ring, his voice older, steadier than she remembered.“I got married again,” she said. “Properly this time.”“I’m glad,” he said, and she could hear that he meant it.“I’m not calling to reconcile,” she said. “I want to be clear about that.”“I understand,” he said.“I wanted you to know I’m happy,” she said. “Genuinely happy and that whatever happened between us, I’ve made peace with it. Not because you deserve peace but because I do.”There was a long pause on the line.“Thank you for telling me,” he said finally. “I hope you stay happy, Selene. I mean that.”“Goodbye,” she said, and meant it as final in the gentlest way she could manage.She hung up feeling nothing but lightness.That evening, the foundation’s fifth anniversary approaching, Avalon sat with Elena in the study, the
POV: Selene CastellanoAvalon asked her again on a Tuesday, the way he’d promised he would years before, except this time there was no crisis waiting in the wings, no Henderson Capital, no federal sentencing hanging over their heads.Just an ordinary evening, Elena and Robert asleep at Maya’s for the night, the two of them standing in the courtyard of the building they’d built together.“I want to marry you again,” he said. “Properly this time. Not because a will required it. Not because I finally got around to asking after everything settled. But, simply because I choose this, every single day, and I want to say it in front of everyone who helped us get here.”Selene looked at him.“You already asked me this,” she said. “The night Henderson’s resolution passed.”“I know,” he said. “I want to ask you where everyone can see it. Where Elena can watch her parents choose each other on purpose.”She felt her throat tighten.“Yes,” she said. “A thousand times, yes.”They married in the cour
POV: Avalon PierceFive years passed the way real years did, not in dramatic leaps but in the accumulation of ordinary days that eventually amounted to something enormous.Elena was eight now, sharp and certain and increasingly aware of the world she’d been born into. Robert was seven, quieter than his cousin but equally stubborn, the two of them inseparable in the way cousins raised in each other’s pockets often became.The foundation had expanded to three cities. The Riverside clinic had helped over four thousand families. Rosa Gutierrez had passed peacefully two years earlier, her building still standing, still in her family’s name.On a Sunday afternoon in October, Selene found Elena sitting on the floor of the foundation building, looking at the stone carving above the door from the inside, tracing the letters with her finger.“What does it mean,” Elena asked. “The question.”Selene sat down beside her.“It means we never stop asking what we’re actually trying to do,” she said. “
POV: Selene CastellanoThe building was finished in November, exactly on Kofi’s timeline, standing on Valencia Street with its wide windows and its courtyard already growing the peace lilies Maya had insisted on planting.Elena, now three and a half, stood at the entrance holding Avalon’s hand and staring up at the building.“Ours,” she said.“Ours,” Selene confirmed.Above the doorway, carved into simple stone, the same words that had opened everything two years before:What are we actually building toward?Beneath it, smaller: Lorraine Pierce, 1943-2024. She kept building.The opening ceremony drew three hundred people. Rosa Gutierrez, now with silver fully through her hair, cut the ribbon alongside Esperanza Reyes, who was eighty one now and needed a cane but refused any other assistance walking through the doors of the building her family’s story had helped create.Kevin Walsh’s program had grown to sixty young people. Evelyn stood at the front with tears she made no effort to hid
POV: Avalon PierceThe groundbreaking happened on a Saturday morning in March, exactly a year after Elena’s first birthday, and Avalon stood at the edge of the empty lot watching Selene explain the plans to a small crowd that had gathered without any formal invitation.Word had simply spread. Rosa Gutierrez told her neighbors. Kevin Walsh told the young people in his program. Esperanza Reyes, now eighty and moving more slowly but still sharp as ever, told everyone at her church.By the time the ceremonial shovels were handed out, nearly a hundred people stood on Valencia Street watching.“This isn't groundbreaking for us,” Selene said into the small microphone Amara had arranged. “It's groundbreaking for what this neighborhood already knew it deserved. We’re just finally building it.”The crowd applauded.Elena, nearly two years old now and increasingly opinionated about everything, stood between Avalon and Selene holding her own small plastic shovel that Maya had insisted on buying f
POV: Selene CastellanoThe foundation’s third year opened with a decision that had been building for months.Selene stood at the whiteboard on a Monday morning with Amara, James, and Nadia gathered around her, and she looked at the mark in the corner that was Nene’s handwriting and said what she’d been thinking since Elena’s birthday.“I want to build something permanent,” she said. “Not just programs. A building. A physical home for the foundation that isn’t a corner office we outgrew a year ago.”Amara looked at her carefully.“Where,” she said.“The Mission,” Selene said. “On Valencia Street. Near Rosa’s building. Near the clinic. Somewhere the community can walk to instead of us always being the ones who have to reach out.”James was already thinking through the practicalities. “That requires capital we haven’t budgeted for. And it requires an architect who understands what this place needs to be.”Selene smiled slightly.“I already have someone in mind,” she said.Kofi looked at
POV: Avalon PierceThe next morning, they all gathered in Agent Nunez's office to listen to it. There were four of them: Avalon, Selene, Margaret, and Agent Nunez. They stood around a small speaker on the desk, waiting to hear what it had to say."Let's get one thing straight before we listen to th
POV: Selene CastellanoAs soon as Selene had finished reading the second text, Avalon was already on the phone calling Maya."Don't even think about stepping out," he warned as soon as she answered. "Just stay right where you are and make sure the door is locked, okay?"“Avalon, what—”“Is Kofi wit
POV: Selene CastellanoShe found him sitting at the desk, not in his usual chair but in the one across from it, the one meant for visitors, like he’d needed distance from his own space.She sat down across from him.“Tell me,” she said.He opened up to her, sharing every detail. The recording that
POV: Avalon Pierce"Have a seat," Reeves said, motioning to the chair on the other side of the desk, where the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light. "This is going to take some time," he added, his voice low and gentle, inviting her to get comfortable.Avalon didn’t sit.“Tell me,” he said.Reev







