Todos os capítulos de The lost Morrison Heiress: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

Lena's POVHenry came to my room at seven-thirty on the morning of his wedding.I was already up, the pregnancy had strong opinions about sleep schedules and had been expressing them since five a.m., and I was sitting at the vanity when he knocked and came in with two cups of tea and the expression of a man who needed somewhere to put the feeling he was carrying."Sit down," I said.He sat on the edge of the chair by the window.He held his tea with both hands.He looked at it."Henry," I said."I'm fine," he said."I know you are," I said. "That's not what I was going to say."He looked up."I was going to say you look exactly like you're supposed to look on your wedding morning," I said. "Like someone who is about to do the best thing they've ever done."He looked at me for a moment."Is it obvious?" he said."That you're completely undone?" I said. "Yes. Entirely."He laughed, surprised out of him. "I've been trying to manage it.""Stop managing it," I said. "It's your wedding. Y

Lena's POVI found Damien in his study.He was at his desk with his screens on and his hands flat on the surface in front of him and the piece open on the center screen, which told me he had been reading it when I knocked and had not closed it, which told me he was not trying to manage my awareness of the situation.He looked up when I came in.I sat down across from him."Tell me what you know," I said."You've read it," he said."I've read it. I want to know what you know about the source."He looked at the screen."Someone with access to internal information about the Ashworth situation," he said. "The specific framing of the accusations, the personal grievance angle, requires knowledge of my history with Ashworth that wasn't in the public record. It was in the company's internal files." He paused. "Which means someone who was inside.""Abel is working on it," I said."I know," Damien said."What are you going to do?" I said.He looked at me."What I always do," he said. "Wait for

Lena's POVFive years.The Morrison mansion in July, the specific quality of it on a reunion day, the gates open, cars in the driveway, the fountain running, the smell of Henry's cooking reaching the entrance hall before you got through the door. The accumulated warmth of a house that had been filled, over five years, with enough significant moments to have changed the quality of its air permanently.I stood in the sitting room doorway and I watched.Ethan was eight.He moved through the reunion with the specific self-possession that had been his since birth and had only become more pronounced with time. He had Damien's directness, the complete, unhurried attention he gave things, the refusal to be rushed into an opinion he hadn't formed yet. He had Marcus's warmth, the way he made people feel seen when he looked at them, the laugh that arrived before the decision to let it.He was stubborn.This remained not in question and not disputed.He was currently engaged in what appeared to b