FAZER LOGINDean corrected Chris. "She'll just cane you. In her eyes, her eldest grandson doesn't count for much of anything."With that, he took one last drag, ground out the cigarette, and turned back toward his room.Chris sat alone in the living room a while longer. The old estate felt even quieter and more hollow than anywhere else, like a frail, aging thing with no life left in it.Before bed, he pulled out his phone and booked a flight to Westin City.The next morning, Adriana woke early.She hadn't expected Francesco to already be up before her.She pushed open the bedroom door to find him seated on the living room sofa, long legs crossed, tablet in hand, focused on answering emails.Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding him in a soft glow.Adriana smiled. "I only asked you to keep an eye on the kids. You didn't have to get up this early. You could've just come over after work."Francesco set the tablet's screen dark and rose to help her carry breakf
Chris left not long after, his thoughts in a tangle.He stood outside Adriana's building for a long while, smoking his way through three or four cigarettes.Francesco had simply folded himself into their lives, and all of it, every bit of it, had Adriana's silent blessing.That was exactly why it felt like a dull blade was slowly sawing through his chest.The truth was, he didn't even have the right to be angry.Back at the Slater estate, Dean was playing a game of chess with Edward. Father and son sat across the board from each other, barely speaking, nothing but the crisp clack of pieces landing on wood, over and over.Seeing Chris walk in, Edward looked up and greeted him timidly. "Uncle Chris."Chris looked at the boy, feelings hard to untangle.He'd once doted on Edward like his own son. Later, everything had fallen apart.These days he couldn't say he was fond of the boy, exactly, but he couldn't quite bring himself to dislike him either.After all, Slater blood ran in
Adriana finished packing and came out of the bedroom to find a scene in the living room that was both funny and exasperating.Francesco was building blocks with Milo, the two of them heads bent together.Chris sat with Maeve on the other side, Maeve handing him blocks one by one.The four of them, each in their own little world, undisturbed by the others, the lines between them drawn perfectly clear.She let out a quiet sigh, keeping her expression neutral, and simply greeted Chris before calling out to Heidi to make a bit more for dinner.Chris spoke up. "No need to cook for me. I already ate. I was just passing by."As he said this, his gaze landed on the rolling suitcase sitting in the corner of the living room. "Heading out of town?"Adriana answered without much thought. "Yeah, business trip to Westin City tomorrow."Chris nodded thoughtfully, then gestured at the pile of toys he'd brought. "Edward asked me to bring these for Milo and Maeve."It took Adriana a moment to p
Maeve's eyes lit up at the familiar voice. She dropped her stuffed toy and dashed for the entryway on her short little legs to greet Chris.Milo, though, stayed put on the soft rug, both small hands pressed flat on the picture book in front of him, not even lifting his head.Watching from the side, Francesco felt his heart ache a little for the small figure.The boy was barely two, and he could already tell, with unnerving clarity, who genuinely liked him and who didn't.Chris bent down and scooped Maeve into his arms, laughing as he settled onto the sofa.He glanced sideways at Milo on the rug, deliberately softening his voice. "Milo, Uncle Chris bought you a new toy car. Want to come see?"Milo still didn't look up, just shook his little head, his tone carrying an unmistakable edge of refusal. "I don't want it. Daddy already got me an airplane."Something flickered across Chris's face, but he held his temper in check and asked, gently, "Then what does Milo like? Tell Uncle Chr
"It's not every day you get to go somewhere new. You should stay a few extra days and enjoy yourselves. I've got things covered here," Francesco said.That was exactly the answer Adriana had been waiting for. The corner of her mouth curved up, and she agreed at once. "Sure. Riley told me about a few popular spots out there. I've been wanting to check them out."She used to think of herself as still fairly young, but after spending so much time around Riley Olson, she'd realized just how wide the generational gap between them had become.Half the things Riley talked about, Adriana had never even heard of.Every now and then, stepping briefly out of the dual grind of work and family, she found herself wanting to try some of those new, unfamiliar things.Not that she was particularly drawn to them. She just wanted the experience.Life, in the end, was nothing more than a collection of experiences, and she wanted to gather as many interesting ones as she could.Francesco's mouth cur
Adriana spent every hour of the week-long New Year's holiday with her kids.The break had barely started, or so it felt, before it was rushing to a close.Eight days into January, she spent the entire day in meetings at headquarters.Two days after that, the company launched a new product: a set of prosthetic legs designed for disabled dogs.The price tag was steep, but with free repairs and free checkups for the dogs bundled in, the first batch sold out the moment it hit the market.High-tech products designed specifically for pets were rare enough as it was, and this one alone landed Adriana several innovation awards in a row.As her career kept climbing, Milo and Maeve kept growing right along with it, seemingly bigger every single day.Wanting to give the kids more room to run around, Adriana decided to buy a villa.She took advantage of a Saturday off and spent the whole day out looking, but nothing caught her eye.When she got home that evening, Francesco was sitting on
"What do you think?"Joan let out a haughty snort, stepping back half a pace—right onto his polished leather shoes."When we were abroad, we could still meet often. But now that we're back, it's nearly impossible to see each other."Dean's usual calm, composed demeanor shifted; a playful, almost
In the blink of an eye, the day of Grandma Rosie's memorial arrived. Adriana got to the cemetery early, confirming the arrangements with the staff.Dew clung to the grass beside the graves, soaking her pant legs as she walked. She settled on a bench to dry off, lifting her gaze to a sea of headston
"Oh—Edward, did you just tap the voice recorder?"Joan snatched the phone away, uneasily glancing at Chris."Chris, I'll delete it right now. Edward was fiddling with my phone while he was eating. Who knew it would record Adriana's words?"Chris said nothing. His expression tightened, his eyes li
"I can keep investigating for you, if you'd like," Charlie offered.In truth, he could have followed the trail and uncovered whoever was behind it. But the matter might involve Adriana's privacy, so he chose not to pursue it further.Adriana thought for a moment. "Then I'll trouble you, Charlie. C







