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Kiera's POV I slid into a barstool still in my gala dress and ordered a whiskey. The bartender didn't comment on that, which I appreciated about him.I was on my third drink when someone sat down on the next seat.I didn't look up. I was focused on the glass in my hand, the liquid moved when I tilted it, the way it burned going down. I was done crying, whatever came next didn't get my tears."You look like you're trying to drink the memory away." The stranger spoke.I didn't answer, my fingers tightened around the glass.He didn't push, he just signaled the bartender, ordered a whiskey neat, picked it up, and set it back down. He didn't look at me, neither did he perform looking away from me either, he just existed next to me, like he had all the time in the world.I should ignored him, should have just finished my drink and left. Instead I said, "What makes you think I'm trying to forget anything?"He turned his head slightly. "Because you're drinking like a woman trying to drown s

Kiera's POV I was pregnant.I stared at the test on the bathroom counter for a long time without moving, just sat there on the cold edge of the sink, my back against the mirror, the white stick between my fingers like it was something that might change it answer if I waited long enough.It didn't. There were two lines, clear and permanent. I sat down, looked at it, picked it up again and set it back down.The apartment was quiet around me, my new apartment, the one I'd found after he kicked me out and I'd moved in and told myself it was a new beginning.I looked at the test and the question sat at the back of my head. Whose child was it?It could Denise, who two months ago had me pressed into the headboard of our bedroom at two in the morning, hands everywhere, whispering things in my ear that I'd been stupid enough to believe. We hadn't been good in months but the sex had still be there, the body doesn't care about the state of a marriage and I'd wanted, he'd taken and apparently so

Kiera's POV "Where are we going again?"Jayden asked for the third time."New York." I said."But why New York?" He asked again.I looked away from the window, the clouds, the flat grey Atlantic below them and down at Jayden with his coloring book open on the tray table."We're going on an adventure," I said."What kind of adventure?" He asked."The kind where we figure it out when we get there." I smiled."Will there be good food?" "Yes." I said."Okay." He went back to his coloring. "I want a burger when we land.""Sure." I said.He smiled, satisfied, and I turned back to the window.The clouds were thick below us, flat and white. We're been here for seven hours, seven hours of Jayden treating the flight like a personal gift from the universe, interrogating the flight attendant, discovering every button on the seat panel, announcing to no one in particular that the clouds looked like dogs. The woman ahead had turned around twice and both times Jayden had given such a bright smile

Zake's POV "Henry Carrington passed on the fourteenth. Peacefully, at home."Spencer Thompson opened the meeting. "Per his explicit instructions, no public announcement was made until the estate proceedings were underway." He looked around the table. "We're here today because those proceedings begin now."Across from me, Kiera sat with her hands folded on the table and her face was completely blank, unreadable. She hadn't looked at me since she sat down.I hadn't stopped looking at her. Thompson moved through the preliminary details: assets, holdings, the structure of the estate. Standard language. I'd read most of it already. Beside me, Derek was quiet, daphne had her pen uncapped, making notes."The whole of Henry Carrington's estate," Thompson said, "including his controlling shares in Thompson Financial Group, all associated properties, and all liquid assets, is willed solely to his daughter, Kiera Griffin."Daphne's pen stopped moving.She recovered in about two seconds, stra