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CHAPTER 18: MORNING AFTER

Author: BoraqqDe
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 11:36:51

Nelson woke first as the light came through the curtains in thin grey lines.

He lay still for a moment, cataloguing the unfamiliar — the warmth against his side, the weight of an arm across his chest, the smell of her hair. His first instinct, twenty years of conditioning, was to brace for the guilt.

It didn't come.

He waited for it. Lay there in the grey December light waiting for the familiar crash of recrimination, the voice that had narrated every mistake he'd ever made since he was twenty-
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  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 26: SILENCE FROM MARCUS

    Its been five days without a word from her father since the letter. Five days of nothing — no call, no text, no Catherine arriving with containers of food and careful translations of what their parents couldn't say directly.Just silence.Ayana had expected it. Had told herself she was prepared for it.She was not prepared for it.It lived in her chest like a stone — not heavy enough to stop her functioning, just present enough that she was always aware of it. At the Harlow interview Thursday it had sat quietly in the back of her throat while she answered questions about youth programme design and community outreach strategy. On the drive home it had pressed against her ribs at every red light.She hadn't told Nelson how much it was costing her.He knew anyway.---"You're doing it again," he said.Friday evening. She was supposedly reading, he was supposedly reviewing consulting proposals. Neither of them was doing what they were supposedly doing."Doing what?" she said."Holding it

  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 25: WHAT THE LETTER SAID

    Marcus's handwriting was careful. The script of a man who had started and stopped several times before committing pen to paper._Ayana,I have been sitting with this for four days. I have prayed more in four days than I have in four months. I have asked God what a father is supposed to do when his child chooses something he doesn't understand. I have not received a clear answer. I suspect that means the answer has to come from me.I am angry. I want you to know that I am still angry. Not at you — or not only at you. I am angry at the situation. At the timing. At the fact that I had to find out the way I did instead of being trusted with it sooner. I am angry that my best friend of twenty years sat at my table and looked me in the eye and said nothing.But I am also your father.And I know my daughter. I know the difference between rebellion and conviction. I know the difference between a girl chasing something forbidden because it's forbidden and a woman who has looked at something cl

  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 24: BOARD MEETING

    "Ana, they're going to bring up the relationship."Nelson said it without looking up from his tie. Ayana leaned against the doorframe, watching him while he's in one of the best suits, his careful hands, oh my his jaw set like a man walking into a courtroom goshhhhhhhh."Let them," she said."You keep saying that.""Because apparently that's the only answer."He finally looked at her in the mirror. Something in his expression shifted — the board meeting armour not quite fully assembled yet, still enough of him visible underneath that she could see what it was costing him."Mrs. Chen has held the line twice," he said. "There's a limit.""Then today you hold it yourself." She crossed the room and straightened his tie it was so uncallrd for though, just her hands needing something to do with the worry she wasn't going to show him. "Say it clearly, just the truth, no apology whatsoever."Okay! then the truth is?""That you fell in love with a grown woman who gave you no choice in the mat

  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 23: MILLER'S DINER

    Sara was already in the corner booth when Ayana arrived, a pastry bag on the table and the expression of someone who had been sitting on information for approximately forty-eight hours too long."Sit," Sara said. "I have things.""Good morning to you too.""Good morning. Sit. I have things."Ayana sat. Accepted the coffee the waitress brought without asking — Miller's remembered regulars, and Ayana had apparently already become one again. Three weeks home, and the diner had reclaimed her.Three weeks.So much had happened in three weeks that the person who had stepped off that Greyhound bus felt like someone she'd read about."Talk," she said to Sara.Sara leaned forward. "Okay. So. The town.""The town.""Is divided. Obviously. But here's what's interesting—" Sara pulled her coffee closer. "The divide isn't where your parents think it is. Everyone assumed it would be church people versus everybody else. Old guard versus progressives. But it's not.""What is it?""It's people who know

  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 22: AGAIN

    She was in the shower again when she heard the bedroom door.Then the bathroom door.Then nothing — just the particular quality of silence that meant he was standing there watching her through the curtain the way he had yesterday, the way she was starting to suspect he would keep doing because Nelson Ward had spent twenty years not allowing himself to want anything and was now making up for lost time."You have a call," she said."It ended early.""Lucky me."The curtain moved.He stepped in behind her — fully present this time, nothing between them — and she felt the warmth of him at her back, the solid reality of his chest against her shoulders, his hands finding her waist with the deliberate certainty she was becoming completely addicted to."Hi," he said against her hair."Hi yourself."His hands moved. Unhurried. Palms sliding up her sides, learning the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist — then filling his hands with her, cupping her breasts with a low sound in his throat th

  • Unholy December    CHAPTER 21: STEAM

    Ayana woke to the sound of rain.Not snow — actual rain, the kind that came when December couldn't decide what it wanted to be. It hit the windows in waves, grey and insistent, turning the world outside into watercolour.Nelson was already up. She could hear him in the kitchen — the particular sounds of his morning, already familiar. The coffee grinder. The specific way he closed the cabinet, not quite a click. The silence that meant he was standing at the window looking at whatever the day had brought.She lay in the warm bed and listened.Three days. She'd been here three days and already she knew the sounds of his mornings the way she'd known the sounds of her parents' house her whole life. The knowledge settled in her chest like something permanent.She got up.---The bathroom was small — everything in Nelson's house was small, scaled to a man who hadn't expected to share his space with anyone. One towel rack. One hook on the back of the door. A mirror that fogged quickly.She tu

  • Unholy December    Chapter Sixten: Fqllout

    Ayana didn't go home that night. She texted her mother at midnight: *Staying at Catherine's. Don't wait up.* A lie, but one more wouldn't make a difference now. She was in Nelson's bed, wrapped around him while he stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep or cry or do anything except exist in the hor

  • Unholy December    Chapter Fifteen: Confession

    Pastor Marcus walked into Nelson's living room with a warm smile and open arms, completely unaware he was about to have his heart ripped out."Nelson, good to see you." He shook Nelson's hand, then noticed Ayana. His smile widened. "Ana? I didn't know you'd be here.""I asked her to come," Nelson s

  • Unholy December    Chapter Fourteen: The Day of Reckoning

    It's Friday morning Ayana barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father's face showcasing betrayal and his betrayal hardening into rage. She'd rehearsed what to say a hundred times, but still none of it sounded right.Dad, I'm in love with Nelson.Dad, Nelson, and I are together

  • Unholy December    Chapter Thirteen: Calculated Risks

    It's Thursday, but still, there were no reliefAyana spent the morning helping her mother prepare for the church's holiday outreach program, all while fielding passive-aggressive comments about loyalty, discretion, and the importance of supporting long-standing community members. "People are talki

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