LOGINFour Years LaterTuesday mornings were a disaster.Not a loud disaster. The specific quiet kind where everything goes wrong in small ways all at once and by the time you are out the door you have aged approximately three years."Clara, shoes," Sera said."I cannot find them," Clara said."They are on your feet," Sera said.Clara looked down. "Oh."Eli was already at the door with his backpack on, waiting with the patience of a child who had learned very early that waiting for Clara was simply part of the schedule and there was no point fighting it."Eli, do you have your reading book?" Sera said."Yes," he said."Your snack?""Yes.""Your—""Mummy," he said gently. "I have everything."Sera exhaled. "Right. Clara, let us go."Clara appeared from the kitchen with a piece of toast she had not finished and absolutely no urgency whatsoever."I am ready," she said."You had one job," Sera said."I had several jobs," Clara said. "I did most of them."The nursery was a ten minute walk from t
The dining room was chaos.Not loud chaos. The organised, tightly controlled kind that looked like calm from the outside but had panic running underneath it like a current. Clara Holt was on two phones at once. Three junior lawyers were typing fast at one end of the table. Marcus was standing near the door with his arms crossed, the way he stood when something was bad enough that he had stopped pretending it was manageable.I sat in the corner and watched all of it and tried to understand how twelve hours ago everything had felt almost okay and now here we were."How many outlets picked it up?" Damien said."Fourteen so far," Clara said, putting one phone down and keeping the other pressed to her ear. "It is spreading fast.""Pull the paternity angle apart first," Damien said. "That is the one that damages most.""Already on it," she said.Noa dropped into the chair next to me. "How are you holding up.""I am fine," I said.She gave me a look."I know," I said. "I keep saying that.""
My father looked terrible.That was the first thing I noticed when I got downstairs and opened the side door. He was thinner than when I had seen him at the coffee shop, and the coffee shop had only been two days ago. His jacket was wrong for the weather and he had the look of someone who had not slept since before I could remember."You cannot be here," I said. "How did you even get through the gate?""The side panel on the east wall has a gap," he said. "I found it three months ago when Roland asked me to map the estate perimeter.""Roland asked you to map the estate perimeter.""Yes."I stepped back. "Come inside before someone sees you."He came in. I closed the door.We stood in the narrow corridor near the side entrance and he looked at me with those tired eyes and said, "I sent you the message. About the pregnancy."I stared at him. "That was you.""I needed you to know that Roland already knows," he said. "He has people watching you, Sera. Not just Petra. Others. He knew about
The Man Who Was Supposed to DieChapter 24: The MessageMy hands went cold.I read it again.I know you are pregnant.Four words from a number that did not exist in my phone. Four words that meant someone had followed me to that pharmacy. Someone had watched me walk in and walk out with a bag and had either guessed or known exactly what was inside it."Sera."Damien's voice.I looked up.He was watching my face with that focused attention of his, and whatever he saw there made him sit forward slightly."What is it," he said.I turned the phone around and showed him the screen.He read it.His jaw tightened once."Who sent that," he said."I do not know," I said. "The number is not saved anywhere."He took the phone from my hand carefully, like it was something that needed handling, and typed the number into his own phone. He pressed call. It rang four times and went to a generic voicemail.He hung up and looked at me."Someone followed you today," he said. "When you went out.""I went
The test took three minutes.I sat on the edge of the bath and watched the small window on the stick and counted the seconds and told myself that whatever it said, I would handle it.I was good at handling things.Two lines appeared.I sat there for a long time after that, not thinking, not feeling, just sitting with the fact of it the way you sit with something enormous that has not yet become real.Then I put the test in the bottom of the bin, buried under other things, washed my hands, looked at myself in the bathroom mirror for a long moment, and went back downstairs.The living room was full of noise.Roland's interview was playing on the large screen, his face calm and composed and completely convincing, his voice doing that warm reasonable thing it always did, and everyone in the room was watching with varying degrees of fury."He is actually good at this," Daniel said, from the sofa. "I hate that he is good at this.""He has been doing it his whole life," Delia said. She was s
Damien read Kate Somers' message at six in the morning.I had knocked on his door with my phone in my hand and my hair still messy from sleep, and he had opened it already dressed, which meant he had been awake for a while, and he read the message without a word and handed the phone back and said, "Come downstairs."So we sat in the kitchen in the early morning quiet, just the two of us, while the rest of the house was still sleeping, and we figured it out together."One journalist and one newspaper was always a risk," Damien said, both hands around his coffee. "Roland has money and he has contacts and he has been in this city long enough to have someone in most places.""So what do we do," I said."We do not need the newspaper," he said simply. "We have the evidence, we have your account, we have Delia's account. We post it ourselves. Every platform, simultaneously, this morning, before Roland has time to call anyone."I looked at him. "Just like that.""Just like that," he said.He







