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VIVIANMy mother called me at four in the morning, and I could hear in the first syllable of my name that she was pleased about something, which meant, immediately, that something terrible had happened.
"Vivian," she said, and there was a warmth in it that had no business existing at that hour, a warmth I recognized from childhood, from the specific register she used when I had won something, a competition, an audition, a small victory she could carry into a room
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Too Late: She Is Gone With Your Baby Chapter 107
Chapter 107VIVIANMy mother called me at four in the morning, and I could hear in the first syllable of my name that she was pleased about something, which meant, immediately, that something terrible had happened."Vivian," she said, and there was a warmth in it that had no business existing at that hour, a warmth I recognized from childhood, from the specific register she used when I had won something, a competition, an audition, a small victory she could carry into a room and repeat to her friends."What is it," I said, sitting up in bed, already braced."Julian Hale was in an accident tonight," she said. "A car. Hit him in the street. He's in hospital." A pause, and I could hear her arranging her voice into something appropriately solemn, though the solemnity did not reach all the way through. "The violinist and the boy were there too. Unharmed, apparently.""Mother," I said. "Why do you sound happy about this.""I am not happy," she said, to
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Chapter 106ARIAI turned away from him.Eli was watching.He had not moved from his chair, but his whole body had turned toward us, his eyes going between my face and Adrian's the way they did when he was building something in his head, cataloguing, recording, the exact expression I had come to recognize over the last weeks and had come, if I was honest, to dread. Evidence. He was gathering evidence, right now, of the two adults who loved him standing three feet apart in a hospital waiting room at three in the morning, one of them shaking, the other one absorbing something without fighting back.I went to him.I expected him to come into my arms the way he always did, the way he had earlier that night, pressing his face into my shoulder and letting himself be held. I reached for him.He did not come.He slid off the chair instead, and walked, on his own, to the window at the far end of the room, and sat down on the low ledge beneath it, his b
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Chapter 105ARIAI heard them before I meant to.I had gone looking for a bathroom, or maybe just for somewhere that was not the waiting room, somewhere with a door I could close for thirty seconds and breathe without Eli watching my face to see how frightened I was allowed to look. The corridor near the vending machines was quieter, dimmer, and I had almost turned the corner before I heard Adrian's voice, low, urgent, and stopped instead."—the Laurents," he was saying. "I need you to look at all of them. Her mother, anyone connected to the family, anyone who might have decided to—""I don't believe it was them," Ethan said.I stood very still against the wall."You don't know that," Adrian said."I don't know it with certainty," Ethan said, careful, the way he always sounded, like a man setting something down without wanting it to break. "But the vehicle left no plates. No registration trail. The driver did not slow before or aft
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Chapter 104ADRIANThe word landed like a slap. I did not have a response ready for it, and in the gap where a response should have been, something else rose up instead, fast, unexamined, a shape my mind reached for because it was easier to hold than the alternative."This has to be Vivian's family," I said.The words were out before I had finished thinking them. I heard myself say it and some part of me, even as I said it, understood I was moving too fast, arriving at certainty too easily, but I kept going anyway because the certainty felt like the only solid ground in the room."Her mother has been talking to the press," I said. "Threatening to run a story. If someone in that family decided to escalate, to try to frighten you, to send some kind of message—""You think Vivian's mother hired someone to run a car at my son," Aria said. Her voice had gone very flat, very still, the shaking underneath it now instead of on the surface. "That is what y
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Chapter 103ADRIANI had not been asleep when Ethan called.I had been in the study for three hours, sitting with the desk lamp on and nothing open in front of me, the tablet dark, the quarterly report untouched since morning. I had been thinking about the man across the street from the daycare, about a five year old getting off a wall without waving back, about a jacket still unwashed on a hanger by my front door. I had been thinking, in the specific circling way that came before actual sleep and sometimes replaced it entirely, about all the ways I had been failing to become the kind of person Ethan believed I could be.So when the phone rang at two in the morning, I answered on the first ring."Mr. Hart." Ethan's voice had a different shape to it than I had ever heard from him. Flat where he was usually measured, fast where he was usually careful. "There's been an incident. A car. Julian Hale was struck. Aria and the boy were with him."I was already
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Chapter 102JULIANAnother flash. A corridor this time, white and too bright, the ceiling moving past above me the way it does when you are being wheeled somewhere fast.And then a voice, cutting through the fog like something sharpened.Adrian's voice.I could not make out all the words. Fragments only. Get me the attending. I want to know his status. Call ahead to neurology. Move.The voice had the particular quality it always had when Adrian was managing a crisis, controlled, precise, utterly certain of its own authority, the voice of a man who had spent his whole life assuming rooms would rearrange themselves around what he wanted.Somewhere, a machine beside me made a sound. A beep, faster than it had been a moment before.I understood, distantly, strangely, that the machine was measuring something about me, my heart maybe, my blood pressure, some number climbing on a screen I could not see, and that the number was climbing because of his
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