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Dana POV: Jack Wants To Work It Out With LoriTwo hours have passed since my lunch with Charles, and my hands are still trembling whenever I look down at them. A nervous, completely involuntary smile keeps tugging at the corners of my lips. The sun is dipping below the horizon, painting the New York skyline in bruised shades of purple and orange, but a stubborn remnant of the day's warmth still lingers in the air. I slide open the glass door and step out onto my mother’s balcony, carrying a cold glass of orange juice and a small plate of seasoned, baked potatoes.Suddenly, the heavy thud of tiny footsteps echoes through the bedroom behind me. I turn around just in time to see Cindy streak past the glass door, followed closely by Jack, who is ducking his head and chuckling a low, rumbling laugh."Hey, Jack," I say, leaning against the balcony railing. "You're back. I thought you left with Carmela two days ago."Jack straightens up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead, and

Dana POV: Dana Opens Up To AlexMy phone is ringing on the nightstand when I come out of the shower. I lunge for it, but just as my fingers brush the edge, the ringing stops.The missed call notification pops up immediately showing Alex's name. I pick up the device, my heart doing an erratic flutter in my chest. I stare at his name. Why is he calling me? Is it work related? If it’s about work, he’ll leave a message. Does he want to know if I'm resuming at the office soon? No, it can't be that.Unable to sit with the quiet anxiety, I dial Derek. He’s out blowing off steam with Eddie and their friends."Hey," I say the moment he picks up. "Did Alex call you today by any chance?""No," Derek replies, the background noise of a bar hum drowning out his voice slightly. "Why? Did he call you?""Nothing. I just missed a call from him and wondered if it was about Washington."Before Derek can answer, I hear the rustle of the phone being snatched away. Eddie’s voice barks through the line. "Da

Dana POV: Dana's Mom Prefers Charles Harrington Several minutes pass after the line goes dead, and I am still standing in the exact same spot. The phone is a heavy block of lead in my hand. I don't know how to feel.I’ve played this moment out in my head a thousand times during those long, restless nights in Washington. I always thought that telling him would feel like a grand release. I thought I would feel lighthearted, weightless, maybe even a little lightheaded from the sheer relief of it. But instead, a cold dread is blooming in my stomach. I am terrified.Will this actually be a good thing? Will it be the easy, quiet second beginning we both desperately need, or is it just the first domino in another catastrophic round of public scandals that will tear us apart again?"Dana?" mom's voice says behind me.I spin around, my breath catching in my throat, and gasp. My mother is standing in the bedroom door. She just got back from the salon, and the transformation is staggering. He

Alex POV: Jodie Is Well Connected I’m not sure if Jodie believed me about my sudden trip to Turkey, but quite frankly, I don't care.Stanton walks a step ahead of me, his leather dress shoes crunching loudly on the asphalt of the private tarmac. "Alex, you have to tell Jodie the truth now. You can't keep stringing this along," he says. "She’s not ready to hear it," I say, my voice tight as I pull my jacket tighter against the sudden wind."It doesn't matter if she's ready," Stanton replies, not looking around. "Look, her folks are under the impression that there is going to be a formal engagement. They’ve probably already drafted the announcement.""That’s not my fault," I say. "She assumed I wanted to engage her tonight. I never promised her a ring, Kelly."The twin engines of the private jet are idling just ten meters away, a low, powerful whine that cuts through the midnight air. It’s almost one in the morning. We had practically bolted from Roger’s housewarming party, leaving

Dana POV: To Listen To Her Heart Or Her Mother?It is nine o'clock in the evening. I am alone, the dark room illuminated only by the harsh, white glare of my laptop screen. My eyes are burning, fixed on an email I received just ten minutes ago from a law firm in California called King and Fisher Chambers.My hands are numb as I read the text for the fourth time. I’ve been sued.The formal legal jargon lays it out in cold, clinical terms: defamation by association and intentional infliction of emotional distress against one Jodie McGuire. The email alleges that I have systematically stalked Alex, orchestrated a public campaign of harassment using my brothers to heckle him, and caused Jodie severe psychological trauma.Downstairs, the muffled murmur of my brothers' voices filters up through the walls, punctuated by an occasional cheer or groan. It’s league night, and they’re all crowded around the TV watching baseball. Charles is down there with them, too. After our drive back from the