Sloane's POVI didn't eat breakfast.Hannah took the plate from me at the kitchen door with a smile for Bella's benefit and scraped the eggs into the bin the moment Bella turned her back. The ledger went to Emma, folded inside a laundry bag, bound for the stone behind the east garden wall.The folder I kept. I couldn't explain it, even to myself. I only knew I wasn't letting Lucien's name leave my hands in a laundry bag. It sat flat against my ribs under my jacket all morning, the wax seal pressing into my skin every time I breathed.At noon, Bella found me in the garden."Let's go to the lake," she said. "Just us. We'll visit Mother."My mother. Not hers. Bella had called her your mother for five years, usually with her lip curled, and never once stood at her grave."Why?""Because I nearly lost you last night." Her eyes went wet, right on cue. "I want to start again, Sloane. Please."Every part of me said no.But no one ended the cover. No told Oscar I knew, told Bella I knew, and p
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