ANTHONY’S POVDropping them at the hotel had been harder than I’d expected. Donna was chattering about her plans for the morning, already dreaming about serving the “first piece” at the new store. Ostara stood by her, calm and kind, thanking me for the ride, for the day, for nothing and everything at once.I had asked her—gently, cautiously—if she wanted to stay at my house instead. There was room, more than enough. It wasn’t a plea, only an offer, spoken with care. She gave me a polite smile and shook her head. No explanation. No excuse. Just a soft refusal. I’d taken it quickly, without pressing. I knew what memories waited in those rooms. Memories she’d never want to relive again.By the time I got back to the house, the decision had already crystallized in me.“Mark,” I said as soon as he joined me in the study, “start looking. I want a new place. Big enough for Donna. Big enough for Ostara, if she ever wants it.”Mark’s brow lifted. “You want to move? Now?”“Now,” I said firmly.
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