All Chapters of Threesome With My Husband And His Brother : Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

The package had been forwarded twice.The first address was the old Seattle office, the one they had vacated eighteen months ago when the lease had ended and the new space had been ready. That office’s post had been redirected to the new address as a matter of course, which Jennifer had managed with the thoroughness she applied to administrative transitions. The second address was a building in London that Grace no longer used as her primary base, which had forwarded it to Seattle as a matter of course once it had sat uncollected for sixty days.The original postmark was twenty-two months ago.It arrived on a Monday in a padded envelope that had acquired, over its journey, the particular quality of a thing that had been handled by many pairs of hands and had survived all of them. Grace’s name was written on the outside in a hand she recognised from the correspondence — careful, deliberate, the hand of someone who had had a great deal of time to learn how to form letters with attention

She had not been counting the pages.That was not how she worked. She did not fill a sketchbook toward a completion she was tracking — she filled it the way she had always filled them, which was by working in it whenever the work required a sketchbook and stopping when the work was done for the day, and eventually sketchbooks ran out of pages the way all things ran out of what they were made of and you put them on the shelf and started a new one. She had a shelf of them going back fifteen years. The ones from the years inside the marriage were thinner than the ones before and after. She had noted this once and not noted it again because noting it once was sufficient.She had opened this one the night before her wedding.She remembered that specifically. She had been in the hotel room — not the room she and Aiden had taken, a different one, because they had been observing the particular superstition of the night before with the cheerful awareness that it was a superstition and the priv

Not the particular brightness of midday or the warm amber of the lamp in the evenings. The early morning light was specific in a way that Grace had understood since she was young enough to be up before anyone else in a house and stand in a room that had not yet been occupied by the day and feel the particular quality of being the first person in it. She had never fully lost her taste for that. The first person in a room. The room still entirely itself, before the day had made its claims on it.She had come to the studio at six.Aiden was still asleep. Katřina was still asleep with the complete commitment she brought to sleep, the rabbit beside her on the pillow where it had been placed the night before with the seriousness of a person ensuring a companion was settled. Grace had stood in the doorway of Katřina’s room for a moment before coming downstairs — not for any reason she could have named, just to be in the doorway for a moment with the sleeping child and the rabbit and the quie