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Chapter 81: Run 2

Nick's body goes rigid against mine. His hand freezes under the shirt. His head drops to my shoulder and he exhales, long and slow, the exhale of a man who was very recently inside a moment he did not want to leave.Sage stops three steps inside. Looks at Nick, shirtless, scratched, standing between my bare legs with his hand still frozen under my t-shirt. Looks at my hands in his hair and my back against the cabinet and the two coffee mugs steaming untouched behind us.Her eyebrows climb so high they disappear under her bangs."Well," she says. "Good morning."Nick doesn't move. His forehead is still on my shoulder. "Why are you in my apartment?""The door was unlocked." She walks past us, unhurried, and sets a bakery bag on the counter three feet from where her sister is sitting on a kitchen island with a man's hand up her shirt. "Which is terrible security for a man who lectured me about protocols for forty-five minutes. I brought breakfast. You're welcome.""I didn't invite you."

Chapter 82: Coming home

Sage and I stand in the kitchen. She’s eating her third croissant. I’m holding my coffee in his t-shirt with my bare legs and my sister looking at me with croissant flakes on her sleeve.“Thank you,” I say. “For the files. For the security cameras. For all of it.”She tears off another piece. Chews. “I told Nick I did it for you. That part was true.”“I know.”“And for Mason.”“I know that too.”She swallows and brushes crumbs off her cardigan and looks at me with an expression that softens for half a second before she catches it and puts something sharper on top.“He’s lucky, you know,” she says. “Nick. He’s lucky you’re stupid enough to stand in a courtroom for a man who spent the first three months of your reunion lying to your face about everything from your lock to his father.” She tears another piece. “Most women would have walked. You built him a jacket instead.”The sentence sits between us. I open my mouth to respond and the bedroom door opens and Nick walks out holding his p

Chapter 83: Blueberry Eyes

NICKEmily's fingers are on my tie, and her face is close, and she smells like the perfume she only wears when she wants to feel armoured. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth while she works the knot."Chin up," she says.I lift my chin. She pulls the fabric through, tightens it, steps back, tilts her head, pulls it loose, and starts over."You already did this.""It wasn't right.""It was the same knot.""It was almost the same knot, and almost isn't good enough for court." She smooths the tie down my chest, and her fingers slow at the bottom, resting there against my stomach. The bathroom is small and warm, and the morning light is coming through the frosted window, landing on the side of her face. I have been looking at this woman for months, and she still stops my breathing when the light catches her right."There," she says.I catch her hand before it leaves my chest and pull her in. Her body meets mine, and I am not calm about it. I have not been calm since she kissed me

Chapter 84: Overruled

NickMy lawyer asks for a fifteen-minute recess before proceedings begin. Whitmore grants it with the easy patience of a man who has nowhere to be because the destination is already decided.We huddle at the table. Cole and Sage behind us. Emily in the gallery with her hands folded in her lap and her back straight. I can feel her through the bond, steady and warm, anchoring me from twenty feet away."We file an objection to the reassignment," my lawyer says. "Conflict of interest. Whitmore's foundation ties to your father are documented.""How long does that take?""Weeks. Maybe a month.""Mason doesn't have a month.""If we object now, Whitmore could take it as a challenge to his authority and rule harder against us. If we proceed, we have the witness tampering evidence. It's strong, Nick. Even a biased judge has to acknowledge fabricated testimony. The text messages are clear. Jessica told Alex what to say."I look at Mason on the bench beside me. He's swinging his legs and picking

Chapter85: Bad Father

NickHis hand finds mine under the table.“Dad?”“It’s okay, buddy.”“Am I going home with you?”“Not today. But on the weekend.”“Why not today?” His voice cracks. “You said today. You promised.”“I know.”“You said.” His eyes fill and the tears spill and his face crumples. He grips my hand with both of his. “Dad, please. I don’t want to go with her.”I kneel in front of him. “Listen to me. This is temporary. You come to me every weekend. And I’m going to fix this.”“You promise?”“I promise.”“You promised before.”The sentence goes through me.“I know,” I say. “I’m going to keep promising until I get it right.”Jessica’s lawyer approaches. Mason looks at him. Then at me. Then at Jessica by her table. He lets go of my hands one finger at a time.Each finger leaving mine is the worst thing I have ever felt.He walks to Jessica. His jacket buttoned to his chin. He doesn’t look back.Jessica takes his hand. She looks at me across the courtroom and her face is bright and satisfied.“I h

Chapter 86: Good manners Voice

‼️‼️‼️PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING‼️‼️‼️This chapter contains triggering themes. It would be the only one in the book to have themes of a mother hitting her child. Spoiler, it is a slap. I promise the dark cloud passes soon. If you cannot handle it, please skip to the ending.I promise you the book gets better after this. If you cannot handle it still, skip this chapter and the next. Thank you for your support ❤️❤️MASONJessica is yelling at her phone again.She yells a lot here. Not at me. At her phone. At the man who brings food. At the TV. She yells and the apartment gets loud and I go to my room and put my jacket on and sit on the bed and wait for it to stop.My jacket makes it better. Emily made it. She cut the fabric with big scissors and sewed it and when I put it on it fits perfect and the inside is soft and it smells like her studio where the fabric lives.I miss Emily. I miss Dad too but I miss Emily different. Dad is big and warm and his voice fills up rooms. Emily is quie

Chapter 87: Silver Alpha

EMILYNick is on his fourth phone call in twenty minutes and each one is louder than the last.“I don’t care about jurisdictional procedure, David. I care about the fact that a judge who spent Christmas at my father’s estate is sitting on my custody case. That’s not procedure, that’s corruption, and if your office doesn’t file the recusal motion by morning I’ll file it myself and I’ll name every member of the judicial review board who signed off on the reassignment.”I’m in the kitchen making tea I won’t drink because my hands need something to hold. Nick is pacing the living room with his phone pressed against his ear and his free hand cutting the air and his voice is the one that makes people in boardrooms go quiet, except right now it’s making people on the other end of phone calls go quiet for the wrong reasons.“Then find someone who can. I don’t care if it’s midnight. I don’t care if you have to wake up the chief justice and explain to her why a Blackwood Foundation board member

Chapter 88: Safe

MASONThe car stops and Jessica pulls me out and we’re somewhere with little planes.Not the big airport where Dad took me once to watch planes land. A small place with a fence and a gate and a man who waves Jessica through without checking anything. It’s dark and the lights on the ground are blue and white and the planes are small, the kind with stairs that fold down from the door.Jessica is pulling my arm and walking fast and I have to run to keep up because her legs are longer and she’s not slowing down. The suitcase is rolling behind her on the pavement, bumping over cracks.A car is parked beside one of the planes. A man is leaning against it. When we get closer I see him and my stomach drops because I know him.Alex.He looks different. Tired. His clothes are wrinkled and he hasn’t shaved and he’s looking at Jessica the way Mrs. Park looks at kids who do something dangerous on the playground.“This is a very stupid thing you’re doing, Jessica,” Alex says.“Move.”“You hit him.

Chapter 89: Real

NICKI hit the tarmac with Mason in my arms and my bare feet on the cold ground and I don't feel the cold. I don't feel anything except his arms around my neck and his heartbeat against my chest and the wet of his tears on my shoulder."I've got you," I say into his hair. "I've got you, buddy. You're safe."He's shaking. His whole small body is shaking against me and his fingers are dug into my shoulders and he won't let go. He's not supposed to let go. He can hold on as long as he needs to."You came," he says. Muffled against my neck. "You came, you came.""I'll always come. I told you. I promised."Headlights sweep across the tarmac. A car pulls up fast and the doors open before it stops moving. Emily is out first, running, her feet slapping the pavement, and she reaches us and her hands are on Mason's back and in his hair and on his face and she's checking him everywhere, her fingers gentle on his cheek where the red mark is."Baby," she says. Her voice breaks. "Oh, baby, your fac

Chapter 90: Price of Happiness

  EMILY   Mason is sitting on my cutting table eating a peanut butter sandwich and supervising my hem work with the critical eye of a five-year-old who has opinions about fabric.   "That part is wobbly," he says, pointing at the seam I just pinned.   "It's not wobbly. It's gathered."   "What's gathered?"   "It's when you make the fabric bunch on purpose so it looks—"   "Wobbly."   Mia is on the floor beside him, cross-legged, drawing wolves on the back of my pattern paper. She's drawn fourteen so far. Each one has a name written underneath in her careful, crooked handwriting. The latest wolf is pink with yellow eyes and is labeled AUNT SAGE.   "Wolves aren't pink, Mia," Mason says.   "This one is."   "That's not how biology works."   "It's how ART works."   "Art should be accurate."   "Art should be PRETTY." She holds up the drawing. "Is this pretty?"   Mason looks at it for a long time. "The eyes are good."   "Thank you."   "The body is wrong."   "MASON."   "I said the eyes are good.

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