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Chapter 171

Mason's POV I moved through the rooms at odd hours. Not from restlessness exactly.... from the fact that sleep had become unreliable, arriving briefly and then releasing me back into whatever the night was doing, which was mostly being quiet and offering nothing to occupy the mind except the things I was trying not to occupy it with. The things always won. I had pulled the photographs out at eleven. Not deliberately.... I had been looking for something else in the storage cupboard off the study, something administrative that had needed to be found, and the box had been there at the back where I had put it years ago when the photographs had been demoted from display to storage for reasons I could no longer remember clearly. I had found what I was looking for and put the box back Then I had taken the box out again. The photographs were from the middle period. Not the early years of the marriage when everything had still been arranged. Not the later years when the perfor

Chapter 172

Maya's POV Catherine had been patient about it for three days before she stopped being patient... She set a bag of food on the side table..... real food, not hospital cafeteria food, and she sat in the chair across from mine and looked at me for a long moment. "You need to go home," she said. "I'm not leaving." "Maya." Not unkindly. The voice she used when she had already anticipated the argument and had decided the argument wasn't going to change anything. "He moved his fingers. That is progress. The doctors have confirmed it is progress. The next step is not going to happen faster because you are sitting in this chair." "I know that," I said "Then go home," she said. "Sleep in a bed. Eat something that wasn't made in a hospital. Come back in the morning." I looked at Alex's face. At the hand I had been holding at intervals for days. "If anything changes....." "I will call you before the nurse calls anyone else," she said. "You have my word." The house felt wro

Chapter 173

Zara's POVThe security on Alex's floor was heavier than it had been.I had noticed this on my previous visit.... Someone had redesigned the access after the IV incident. Someone competent.I had been watching the floor pattern for two days.There was a window between the eleven-fifteen nursing handover and the eleven-forty security rotation where the specific corridor leading to Alex's room had a gap. Not a long one. Twelve minutes, perhaps fifteen.Enough...The room was exactly as I had last seen it from the corridor.Alex.I closed the door behind meStood for a moment with my back to it, looking at him.He looked better than heb had in the first days.... I crossed to the chair beside the bedSat down.I had told myself, in the car, that I was coming to see that he was all right. It was a plausible reason. A human reason.Sitting beside him now, in the quiet, with no Maya and no family and no medical staff requiring me to perform a register I had not brought

Chapter 174

Zara's POVAn idea was taking a root in my head immediately I left Alex's ward.The idea had not left me overnight.What if Alex wakes up from coma with an Retrograde amnesia. Not able to remember everything, especially Maya.I woke up at six and it was exactly where I had left it, sitting in the front of my mind....What if Alex woke up differently.What if there was a way to influence what he can remember or forget.I lay in bed for forty minutes running it forward.I was not naive about medicine.I understood, from the reading I had done and from the conversation I had had with myself in the hospital corridor, that retrograde amnesia was not a switch. You could not engineer a specific gap. You could not tell a brain what to retain and what to release. The process was not available to anyone standing outside it.But I was also not naive about influence.Influence was not the same thing as engineering. Influence operated at the margins, in the spaces around the thing rather

Chapter 175

Zara's POVThe photographs arrived at two in the afternoon.Fourteen of them, sent through the secure channel I used for work I didn't want connected to my name. My contact had been thorough... I had received documentation from my private investigator, through a secured channel I believe was trustworthy....I set my laptop on the kitchen table, poured coffee I wouldn't drink, and opened the files.Maya and a manAnyone who did not know what the meeting was would not know what the meeting was.That was the first thing I understood, looking at the photographs.The second thing I understood was that this was the best opportunity I had been handed since I arrived in this city.I worked methodically.Not from excitement.... I had learned, across the years I had spent in professional environments that required precision, that excitement was the enemy of craft. Excitement made you move too fast. Excitement made you skip the verification step, the second look, the moment

Chapter 176

Selina's POVThe hotel room had become unbearable by the third day.... Not physically though, the room was fine.... The bed was good. The blackout curtains were excellent.What was unbearable was the screenI had told myself I would stop reading the coverage at noon on the first day. Then at six on the second day. Each time the resolution lasted approximately forty minutes before the specific, compulsive pull of watching your own life being discussed by people who had never met you overwhelmed whatever discipline I had available.By the third morning, I had stopped pretending I was going to stop.I read it all....Every article. Every comment thread. Every think piece that used my name as a data point in an argument about women who destroyed other women....They were not wrong.That was the thing I kept arriving at and kept moving past... they were not wrong. The clinic records were accurate. The consultations had happened. The payments were mine. Daniel Cole had not f

Chapter 177

Maya's POVThe apology had not been what I expected.I stood in the corridor with the two words still sitting in the air between us.... I'm sorry, and watched Selina's face do something complicated...Something shifted behind her eyes.I had spent enough years reading Selina's face across dinner tables and hospital waiting rooms and company functions to recognise the shift.... the moment when something that had been held in check found a crack and decided the crack was an opportunity rather than a warning."Sorry," she said.The word came back out of her mouth with a different weight than it had carried going in.... no longer an apology, something closer to disgust, as though the act of saying it had reminded her of everything underneath it that she had not yet said."Sorry doesn't fix anything," she said. "Does it. Sorry.... Sorry doesn't give me back Mason. Sorry doesn't bring back...." Her voice caught. Recovered into something harder. "You have no idea what I've lo

Chapter 178

Mason's POVThe nurses returned to their stations. The visitors who had paused looked away. I stood where I had stopped when I stepped off the elevator. Maya stood ten feet away, her hand moving through her hair.... not a vanity gesture.... Her hand stilled for a moment. Then she dropped it and straightened and looked at the floor and then at the corridor ahead of her and then, finally, at me. Neither of us spoke. She looked exhausted.... She had been here for weeks. Sleeping in a chair, from what I had heard. Refusing to leave except when Catherine physically arranged for her to be elsewhere. Reading files about what had been done to her between sitting beside a man who had taken a bullet in her direction without calculating the cost first. She had been carrying all of it.... Without anyone carrying it with her. I had come here an hour ago, before I stepped off the elevator into chaos.... because I had seen something online. I had come to find out

Chapter 179

Selina's POV The door didn't slam.That was the first thing I registered.... The sound of a door that had done this many times before and found it unremarkable.I stood in the centre of the cell and listened to the click settle into silence. The room was small.... Not punishingly small, I had been prepared for worse, had expected worse, had spent the hours of processing imagining dimensions that the reality did not match. A cot. A sink. A wall of bars looking into a corridor.... I sat on the cot. The mattress communicated nothing good about what the next hours would feel like. I sat on it anyway The interrogation had lasted four hours. Two detectives.... Reeves, who I recognised from the hospital investigation, and a woman I hadn't seen before, They had sat across a table from me with a file between us that grew, page by page, across the afternoon into something I had not walked into the room expecting. Fraud. They said the word early. Financial manipulation

Chapter 180

Catherine's POVThe house was too quiet when I came through the door.The silence that met me in the entrance hall was the third kind.The phone had been going since I left the hospital...I had been ignoring it in the car, which was something I rarely did.... I was not someone who ignored things, who let calls accumulate, who believed that distance from a problem was the same as the problem being manageable. But I had been with Maya at the hospital for most of the afternoon, had sat beside her while she talked about the investigation and the man who had known her father, had held her hand in the corridor after the Selina incident...I had needed the drive home to thinkThe phone had not permitted thinking.I turned it face up on the kitchen table.Forty-one notifications...The same link, from different people, arriving in a sequence that told me the story had been moving fast for at least two hours.I opened the first one.The photographs were good.... That was th

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