LOGINMARY'S POV:I felt something crack a bit inside my chest."Cancel it," I said."Excuse me?""The party. Whatever he's planning. Cancel it."He stared at me for a long moment. Then his mouth curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't take orders from delusional women who pretend to be married to my friends.""I'm not pretending.""Then where is he?" He spread his arms wide, gesturing at the empty foyer, the silent staircase, the closed doors. "If you're his wife, where's your husband? Why isn't he here? Why hasn't he mentioned you? Not once. In all the years i have known him. Not a single word."I opened my mouth and then closed it.Because he was right. Alistair wasn't here. I didn't know where he was—upstairs, probably, or already gone, slipped out the back while I was standing in the kitchen pretending to cook for his mistress. And my phone was still in the kitchen, untouched since last night, and I hadn't seen a single message or missed call from the man who was suppo
MARY'S POV:He looked me up and down very slowly. The way you might look at a piece of furniture you were considering buying but weren't sure would fit in your living room."Alistair called me," he said, and his voice was exactly what I expected—low, rough, with an edge of something that might have been amusement or might have been disdain. Hard to tell. "Woke me up in the middle of the night. Three in the morning. On a Wednesday. Do you know what I was doing at three in the morning?"I did not know abd I also did not care."He didn't even ask," the man continued, pushing past me into the foyer without waiting for an invitation. "Just called and said I need you here like I was some kind of errand boy. And why? Why did he drag me out of bed and put me on a plane at an ungodly hour?"He turned to face me, spreading his arms wide as if presenting evidence in a courtroom."For her. For his precious goddess. For the woman he has been pining over since." He laughed—a short, bitter sound. "F
MARY'S POV:The name hit me like a slap."Vesper," I said carefully."An old friend from the university. She's dealing with some things—her lease is up, and there's some construction at her new place, and she doesn't have anywhere else to go. I said she could crash here for a few weeks. Maybe a month." He took a sip of his coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug. "I meant to tell you last night, but it was too late when I got home, and then everything with Elowen happened, and I just… I didn't get the chance."An old friend.The same words he had used before. The same lie, wrapped in slightly different packaging."She's here now?" I asked. Pretending I didn't already know."She arrived late last night. I let her in while you were putting Elowen to bed." He set down his mug and crossed his arms, and his expression shifted into something almost like expectation. Like he was waiting for me to object so he could dismiss it. "I'd appreciate it if you made her feel welcome. Cook a few o
MARY'S POV:Somewhere deep down, in a place I didn't want to acknowledge, I realized the truth: I still wanted to believe him. Even now. Even after seeing Vesper in that bed. Some pathetic, desperate part of me still wanted all of this to be a nightmare. I wanted the video to be edited. I wanted Vesper to be just an old friend. I wanted there to be some perfectly innocent explanation for why she was sleeping in my guest room in the middle of the night.Because if I asked the questions out loud—if I said the words are you sleeping with her or do you love her or have you ever loved me at all—then they would become real. They would exist in the world, spoken aloud, impossible to take back. And I wasn't sure I was ready for that kind of reality.So I had stayed silent.I had closed the door.And I had pretended, just like I had been pretending for seven years, that everything was fine.A car engine rumbled outside the window.I leaned toward the crack in the curtains and peered out throug
MARY'S POV:I sat on the edge of Elowen's bed long after she had fallen asleep, my back pressed against the headboard, my knees drawn up to my chest like a child hiding from a thunderstorm.I hadn't slept at all.I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vesper's face on that pillow—peaceful, beautiful, utterly unbothered by the destruction she had brought into my home. Every time I let my breathing slow, I saw her dark hair spread across the white sheets like ink spilled on fresh snow. I saw her lips, slightly parted in sleep. I saw her bare shoulder, exposed and vulnerable and somehow still looking like she belonged there, in my house, in my guest room, in the bed where my husband had promised to sleep alone.And the worst part, the part that kept twisting through my mind like a knife, was that neither of them knew I had seen.I had stood in that doorway, frozen, my hand still on the frame, my breath caught somewhere between my throat and my chest. I had watched them. I h
MARY'S POV: Something shifted in his expression. Not guilt, I don't think Alistair was capable of guilt, not really. But something softer. Something almost like the man I had married, buried somewhere beneath the layers of selfishness and entitlement. He stepped closer and reached out and took my hands in his. His palms were warm, familiar. I had held these hands at our wedding. I had held them in hospital rooms when Elowen was born. I had held them through the deaths of people we loved and the birth of dreams we never got around to chasing. "I'm sorry," he said, and his voice was softer now and nore gentler. The voice he used when he wanted something from me. "I'm sorry about yelling at Elowen. I shouldn't have done that. I was… I don't know. I was frustrated. The flight was long, and the reporters were everywhere, and I wasn't thinking clearly." He squeezed my fingers. "I was drunk, Mary. In that video. I'd had too much to drink, and I wasn't thinking straight, and I said some
ELIJAH'S POV:The cottage came into full view through the trees, and the sight made my blood run cold.The fire was spreading fast, consuming everything in its path. Flames tore through shattered windows like wild, hungry creatures. Thick black smoke spiraled violently into the sky, blotting out th
ELIJAH'S POV:Every corner reminded me of Hannah. The way she laughed in the kitchen like this one time when she tried to make mashed potatoes and pasta, it was so bad the kids and I couldn’t even pretend for too long. She wasn’t even mad about it because as soon as she ate it she immediately laugh
ELIJAH'S POV:The image of her face flashed behind my eyelids. Her soft smile that always made everything better. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed at one of my terrible jokes. The way she looked at me sometimes, like I was the safest thing in her entire world.And I had fai
ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minute







