LOGINMia's POVAlexander shoots up in bed like someone electrocuted him. "REALLY? A REAL HOUSE? That you BUILT?""Shh, inside voice. And yes.""A CASTLE!" Alexander shouts. "Is it a CASTLE? I want a castle!""Not a castle. A house. With bedrooms and bathrooms and—""And a SECRET ROOM!" His eyes are huge now, all traces of sleepiness gone. "Can there be a secret room? PLEASE? With a bookshelf door that swings open?""That's structurally complicated," Ethan says, but he's sitting up now too, interested despite himself. "The weight distribution of a bookshelf door would require significant reinforcement and—""I don't care about weight distribution! I want a SECRET ROOM!""But if we move..." Alexander's face falls suddenly, dramatically, like he's just remembered something terrible. "If we move, we'd have to say goodbye to everyone here.""Yes," I say gently. "That's one of the things to think about. You'd have to say goodbye to the kids you play with in the building. To Mrs. Rodriguez next d
Mia's POVThe apartment is quiet when we get home.I unlock the door and Gas pushes past me first, her nails clicking on the hardwood in that urgent rhythm that means she's been holding it together all day and now she can finally relax. She heads straight for her water bowl and laps at it like she's been crossing a desert, water splashing onto the mat beneath."Shoes off," I remind the children.Alexander is already kicking his off before the words are fully out of my mouth. They go flying—one hits the wall with a soft thud, the other lands somewhere near the couch—and he looks at me with that expression that's half innocent, half testing to see if I'll call him on it."Alexander.""What?""Pick them up. Put them in the basket."He sighs with his entire body, head dropping back, arms going limp at his sides, that dramatic five-year-old sigh that suggests I've asked him to climb Mount Everest in his socks, but he does it, shuffling over to retrieve both shoes and dropping them in the b
Mia's POVHugo walks away.I stand there. Watching leaves skitter across the pavement.Then someone bursts out of the restaurant door.Scarlett.She's moving fast. Too fast for someone who can barely walk straight.Morton is right behind her. "Scarlett—""LEAVE ME ALONE.""You can't drive like this.""Watch me.""You're drunk.""I'm TIPSY. There's a difference.""You had seven glasses—""SIX. I counted. Or—" She stops. Squints. "—or maybe it was seven. The point is I'm FINE."She's not fine. She's wobbling.Morton catches her elbow. "Let me drive you home.""No.""Scarlett—""I said NO." She yanks away. Too hard. Loses her balance.Morton catches her. Steadies her. His arms around her waist.For a moment they just stand there. Frozen. His arms around her. Her hands gripping his forearms.Then she pushes him away. Hard."Don't touch me.""
Mia's POVHugo and I walk a few steps away. Far enough the children can't hear. Close enough I can still see them."I apologize," he begins. "The story was inappropriate.""You were trying to help.""I was trying to practice medicine without consent. There's a difference." He pauses. "But as a physician, I have an obligation to provide accurate medical information. Even when it's uncomfortable.""Hugo—""Please. Let me say this." He looks at me directly. His eyes serious. "Bone marrow donation from a child is not without risk. Anesthesia. Pain. Small chance of complications. I won't minimize that.""I know.""But." He holds up a hand. "The risks are manageable. The pain is temporary. The marrow regenerates completely. Within weeks, the child is physically exactly as they were.""Physically," I repeat. Catching it."Yes. Physically they recover. Emotionally is more complex. Some children process it positively. They helped someon
Mia's POVEveryone stares."Don't what?" Sophie asks innocently."Don't do a contract marriage. Don't do a fake marriage. Don't do any—" She waves her hand in a circle. "—any arrangement where you think you can keep feelings out of it.""I'm not—""I'm WARNING you." Scarlett leans forward. Nearly tips out of her chair. Morton's hand shoots out. Steadies her. "You think you're so smart. So sophisticated. You think you can have the benefits without the—the—" She snaps her fingers. Trying to find the word. "—the heart stuff.""Heart stuff?" Thomas repeats."YES. The heart stuff. The feeling stuff. The part where you wake up next to someone and they're—they're—" Her voice gets wobbly. "—they're supposed to mean nothing but they mean EVERYTHING and you can't take it back and you're RUINED.""Scarlett," Morton says. Very gently. "Maybe we should get you home.""I don't want to go home. I want to stay here and warn people about contract marriages because they're STUPID and I was STUPID and—"
Mia's POVHugo's voice shifts. Gets that particular storytelling quality that makes even adults lean in."The knight had three loyal companions," he begins. His hands gesture like he's painting the scene in the air. "A falcon who could fly faster than the wind. A hound who never tired. And a small dragon who—""DRAGONS!" Alexander nearly falls out of his chair. "I KNEW there would be dragons!""How big is the dragon?" Madison asks breathlessly."About this big." Hugo holds his hands maybe three feet apart. "Young. Still learning to fly properly.""That's not very big for a dragon," Ethan observes. "Most dragons in literature are depicted as enormous. Large enough to—""This is a special dragon," Hugo interrupts gently. "A rare breed. They stay small but they're very strong."Across the table, Scarlett reaches for the prosecco bottle again. Her aim is slightly off. The bottle wobbles.Morton catches it before it tips. "Scarlett—""I'm fine." She over-enunciates each word. "Perfectly. F







