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Estelle’s POVThe words stung and I felt my face go hot, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. He was implying I’d run away to be with Karl, that I’d been planning this the whole time, that I was just as bad as—“Do you really think I’m as despicable as you were back then?” I demanded sharply, taking a step toward him before I could stop myself. “Is that what you’re saying, Harrison? That I’m capable of the same things you did?”Harrison’s eyebrows pulled together and he opened his mouth but I didn’t let him speak.“Because unlike you, Karl and I reconnected by chance,” I continued heatedly, my voice rising despite myself. “We weren’t sneaking around behind anyone’s back. We didn’t fabricate evidence to justify leaving. We didn’t—”I stopped abruptly, my eyes darting to Chloe, who was still pressed against my side watching us with wide confused eyes. She didn’t need to hear this, didn’t need to know about the fake photos or Harrison’s accusations or any of it.“I don’t want to di

Estelle’s POVI rinsed the washcloth one more time and wrung it out hard, water dripping into the sink. Chloe watched me with those almond-shaped grey eyes—Harrison’s eyes—and I had to look away.“Go find Aunt Daisy,” I said quietly, turning her toward the door. “Ask her to show you the toys she brought.”“Okay, Mommy.” Chloe wiped her nose with her sleeve and slipped out of the bathroom, her small footsteps pattering down the hallway toward the living room.Harrison appeared in the doorway so suddenly I jerked backward, my hip banging against the sink edge hard enough to leave a bruise.“I need to use the restroom,” he said flatly, his face giving nothing away.I swallowed and stepped to the side quickly, making room for him to pass.The bathroom was small—barely enough space for two people to stand without touching. I pressed myself against the wall as he moved forward, holding my breath.His shoulder brushed mine as he passed.Then his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.I gasped an

Estelle’s POVHarrison didn’t answer. His foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal and the car lurched forward, the engine roaring louder.“Harrison! Harrison!” I was screaming now, beating my fists uselessly against the handle above the door. “What are you doing? Slow down!”Eighty. Ninety. The needle kept climbing and the trees were just a solid wall of black rushing past too fast.“What’s wrong with you?” I was screaming so hard my throat felt raw. Tears blurred everything and I swiped at them frantically. “Slow down! You’re going to—we’re going to—”He wasn’t listening. He’d gone insane. We were both going to die on some back road in the middle of nowhere because he’d finally lost whatever was left of his mind!“Harrison!” I sobbed his name, my other hand bracing against the dashboard. “Please slow down. Please!”He jerked the wheel suddenly and the car swung hard to the right. I slammed against the door, my shoulder hitting it painfully.The tires squealed, a high piercing sound

Estelle’s POVWe sat there in the wreckage of what we’d just done.My shirt was half-buttoned and twisted sideways. Harrison’s hair stuck up where I’d grabbed it. The windows had fogged completely and I could see our handprints smeared across the glass.I couldn’t look at him.My hands shook as I reached for the buttons I could still find, forcing them through the holes. Three were missing entirely, scattered somewhere in the footwell probably.I gave up and just held the fabric closed with one fist.“Take me home,” I said quietly, staring at the dashboard.Harrison didn’t move for a second. Then he shifted in the driver’s seat and started the engine. The sudden noise made me flinch.The drive back was silent. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, watching the dark trees slide past.Movement in the glass caught my attention. Harrison’s reflection.His mouth was curved up slightly at one corner and his eyes looked…satisfied. Content almost. Like he’d gotten exactly what he wanted.“Don’t

Estelle’s POV“This doesn’t make sense,” Karl said roughly, scrolling through his phone. “Everything was smooth. The contract was signed. Details finalized. Why breach now with some garbage excuse about production capacity?”Jennifer paced behind us on the floor. “It’s not real. It can’t be real. They have the capacity—I’ve seen their facilities myself.”“Give me five minutes,” Karl muttered, already dialing.He walked out, phone pressed to his ear, and I heard him start talking urgently to someone on the other end.Jennifer dropped into the chair next to me and put her head in her hands. “We’re finished. Without those materials, we can’t produce. Without production, we can’t fulfill orders. Without fulfilling orders—”“We’re not finished,” I interrupted sharply, even though my stomach had gone cold. “Karl will figure it out.”Karl came back ten minutes later. His face told me everything before he opened his mouth.“Well?” I asked quietly.“Capital group,” he said flatly, dropping into