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After they finished shopping, at Romy’s suggestion, she took Devon around the supermarket for a while longer.With the experience he’d gained that morning, Devon clearly seemed much more at ease with supermarket journey.And since that call from the assistant earlier that morning, her day—for once—hadn’t been interrupted again by the name “Caroline.”Dinner was over in less than half an hour, and Romy couldn’t wait to go organize the items she’d bought that morning.Devon was actually quite willing to share with Romy; the small, delicate roasted potatoes and tomatoes on the steak plate were ones he’d specifically chosen—all exactly the same size and as close to perfectly round as possible.Devon wanted to chat with Romy, but it was clear that her attention had already been captured by the six-week training schedule Miller had sent for the entire team minutes ago.For the first time, he felt the urge to share such a boring, trivial nothingness with someone.But Romy had already put down

From the moment Romy accepted Liam’s invitation, Devon had been behaving...oddly.He did not object to her going. He had already admitted that he disliked losing her last free day to Liam, then acknowledged that the day was not his to keep. After they put away the remaining equipment, he asked Mercy to draw Romy a bath with eucalyptus salts and made certain the recovery kit had been placed in her room.Then he disappeared into his study.No urgent call had come through from Caroline. No assistant had arrived carrying contracts, and no driver was waiting to take Devon to some late meeting. As far as Romy could tell, he had nowhere else he needed to be.He had simply chosen a closed door.At 10:30 p.m., Romy went downstairs and warmed a glass of milk. She poured a second one almost without thinking, then stood at the kitchen counter looking at it.For most of their marriage, preparing something for Devon before bed had been an ordinary part of her evening. Sometimes she made porridge wi

This is not the first time Romy visits the Evens’ house. Romy remembered the staircase.Years earlier, half the junior squad had thrown wet jackets over its polished rail after Liam brought them home from an event. Kit bags had filled the space beneath it. Music had traveled through the open terrace doors, and three hungry swimmers had argued over the last roast potato while someone shouted from the garden for another football.The house in Romy’s memory was crowded and moving.Liam had moved through it with the same easy balance he carried in the water. He found towels, brought out more food, and made thirty young athletes behave as though arriving in a country house with muddy shoes was not an offense that required apology.Romy had remembered warmth.She had not remembered the house itself.On this quieter Sunday, the familiar entrance rearranged around details the crowd had hidden.The wall where several swimmers had once balanced paper plates held scale models beneath glass. One

“Was he really leaving Britain for this?” Romy asked, looking at the word transition on the folder.Eleanor’s easy expression changed.“Yes. Everything had already moved beyond discussion,” Eleanor said.She poured more tea before continuing.“It wasn’t a decision made last week. After you disappeared, Liam spent months contacting everyone who might know where you had gone.”The terrace seemed quieter.“He called your former coaches and teammates. Whenever someone thought they had seen your name on a race list or heard that you had joined a different club, he followed it. Training camps. Sports clinics. Private rehabilitation programs.” Eleanor looked toward the garden. “Every credible report. None of them was you.”Romy’s fingers closed around the handle of her cup.She had been recovering in private hospitals under the protection of the Kensington name. Then she had entered a marriage no one in her former world knew existed.Liam had searched the places a missing swimmer might go.R

When Eleanor brought out pudding, Devon noticed a dish of mango sauce on the tray.“Not that one,” he said before the mango sauce reached Romy. His hand lifted instinctively between the dish and her plate. “She’s allergic.”Eleanor stopped.“I know,” Liam said, indicating the smaller bowl beside Eleanor. “I asked her to make Romy’s separately before we started.”Romy looked from the safe dessert to Devon.Weeks earlier, he had not known enough about his wife to prevent a mango cake from being placed in front of her. Tonight, he remembered before the plate reached the table.Liam had remembered before the pudding was made.Romy took the separate bowl and thanked Eleanor, not either man.“Thank you, Eleanor.”Monday entered the conversation when Mr Evans asked about reporting time.“I’m driving my wife to the center,” Devon said, his use of the title too deliberate to be accidental.Liam set down his spoon without reacting to the emphasis. “I’ll meet Romy inside with the coaching staff.