เข้าสู่ระบบCaspian POV
I found the letter tucked into my desk drawer while searching for something else entirely, a habit I'd developed over the past three years, writing things down I wasn't yet ready to say aloud, addressed to a version of Noah old enough to eventually read them.
I'd started the practice shortly after his adoption was finalized, some instinct telling me that certain truths deserved to exist somewhere permanent, waiting for a future moment when he might need
Caspian POVNoah found the old photograph while helping me sort through a storage room we'd been meaning to clear out for years, boxes of my father's belongings that had sat untouched since his death, moved from the old estate to this one without ever being properly unpacked."Who's this?" he asked, holding up a faded picture of my father standing beside a much younger version of myself, maybe eight years old at the time, both of us looking stiff and uncomfortable in matching suits at some corporate event I barely remembered attending."That's your grandfather. My father." I took the photograph carefully, studying it with the particular ache that still surfaced whenever his memory resurfaced unexpectedly. "Marcus Ashford.""You don't talk about him much.""No. I suppose I don't." I sat down on an overturned box, gesturing for Noah to join me. "It's complicated. Our relationship was complicated, even before everything that happened at
Elowen POVThe Milan office had grown faster than any of us anticipated, and our first family trip to see it in person felt like its own kind of milestone, four years after that first tentative email had arrived suggesting an international partnership.Noah pressed his face against the airplane window the entire descent, narrating the unfamiliar landscape below with the same breathless enthusiasm he'd once brought to every flight as a much younger child, while Willow, now four and considerably more opinionated about travel than her brother had ever been at that age, complained loudly about her ears popping until Caspian distracted her with a story about the gargoyles supposedly guarding the city's famous cathedral."Are they real gargoyles?" she asked, eyes wide with the particular credulous wonder of early childhood. "Like actually alive?""You'll have to see for yourself," Caspian said, winking at me over her head, clearly delighted by his
Caspian POVThe board meeting had been scheduled to discuss quarterly earnings, a routine agenda item that turned complicated the moment Diane Castellanos raised an issue nobody had anticipated."We've received a proposal from a competing developer," she said, sliding a folder across the table. "They're interested in acquiring the Ashford Global luxury district project outright. The offer is substantial. Significantly above current market valuation."I scanned the numbers, understanding immediately why several board members were already exchanging interested glances across the table."This would mean abandoning the project entirely," I said. "Elowen's firm has already completed most of the design work. Construction is scheduled to begin within the year.""The financial upside is considerable," one of the newer board members pointed out. "Shareholders would see immediate returns rather than waiting years for the project's completion and eventual profitability."I sat with the proposal
Elowen POVThe letter arrived through my studio's general mailbox, forwarded eventually to my home address once Farrah recognized the sender's name and understood it required more careful handling than routine business correspondence.My aunt's handwriting hadn't changed in all the years since I'd last seen it, still cramped and hurried, as though she resented the time it took to form each letter properly.I sat with the unopened envelope for nearly a full day before I finally worked up the nerve to read it, Caspian's steady presence beside me on the couch the only thing making the prospect feel survivable at all.Elowen,I've been unwell. The doctors say it's serious enough that I should get my affairs in order, whatever that means at this point in my life. I don't expect forgiveness, and I'm not writing to ask for it exactly. I simply wanted you to know, in case you ever wondered, that I think about what happened between us more tha
Elowen POVNoah's eighth birthday arrived with considerably less fanfare than Willow's had, mostly because he'd specifically requested something smaller this year, a quiet dinner with close family rather than the elaborate celebrations of years past."I just want it to be us," he'd explained a few weeks earlier, with the particular seriousness he brought to decisions he'd clearly thought through carefully. "And maybe Sienna. I don't need a bounce house or anything like that anymore."Caspian had looked faintly wounded at the suggestion, having apparently already begun researching elaborate party themes, though he'd recovered quickly enough once Noah explained his actual reasoning."I just think about all the kids at the Foundation sometimes," he said, poking at his dinner plate the evening he brought it up. "They don't get parties like the ones I've had. It feels weird having something huge when I know they don't."The observation lan
Caspian POVReyes had never once asked me for anything beyond his professional salary in all the years he'd worked for the family, which was exactly why the hesitation in his voice when he finally called caught my attention immediately."Sir, I hate to bring this to you," he said, uncharacteristically unsteady. "It's a personal matter. I wouldn't ask if I had any other option.""Reyes, whatever it is, just tell me."He was quiet for a long moment before finally continuing. "My daughter, Maya. She's been diagnosed with a condition requiring a specialist most local hospitals don't have on staff. The nearest doctor equipped to treat her properly is out of state, and between the travel, the specialized care, and time away from work, I'm looking at costs I genuinely don't know how to cover."I sat with the weight of that for a moment, understanding immediately the pride it must have cost a man like Reyes to make this call at all. In all th







