Chapter 11

Mom came a week later with an insulated lunch bag.She hadn’t asked whether I wanted a visit. Reception held her downstairs until I finished a meeting.When I entered the lobby, she stood so quickly the bag slipped off her knees.“Sophie. I made your salmon. I rented an apartment with a kitchen.”She opened the lid. The smell was familiar enough to make me feel briefly, painfully young.“I don’t like maple-glazed salmon, Mom.”She blinked.“You made it all the time.”“Because you liked it.”Lucia approached with my coat. Her gaze dropped to the container.“Are those pecans?”Mom looked down.“Just a few.”“Sophie has a tree-nut allergy.”The color left Mom’s face.“I thought it was almonds.”“The allergy plan was on the refrigerator,” I said. “I sent it before Christmas too.”She closed the lid with shaking hands.“I can make something else.”“You don’t have to cook for me.”We sat on opposite sides of the low table.For once, she had no one beside her to comfort, no other daughter who

Chapter 12

The wedding was canceled before the guests arrived.Julian finally told the planner himself. Chloe objected, Dad argued about the deposits, and Mom asked whether postponement would sound better.For once, Julian refused the softer word.“It’s canceled.”Chloe accused them of abandoning her now that I worked for Moretti.Nathan said the company problems had nothing to do with Adrian’s family.“You were appointed to a job you couldn’t do. I approved it. That was our mistake.”“And the house? The ring? Were those all my decisions too?”No one answered.They had known enough to question her long before I showed them the recording. Nathan remembered her discussing my promotion. Mom had seen her open cabinets installed during the years she claimed to have forgotten. Julian had heard her use the new door code without asking.Each had accepted an explanation because accepting it meant they didn’t have to change anything.Dad’s company issued a correction to its project announcement. My work wa

Chapter 13

Two months later, I returned to Boston with the project team.Lucia told me my family was waiting at arrivals. Someone had shared the public itinerary for the Northstar signing.“Would you like a different exit?”“The planned one is fine.”We found them beside the barrier. Mom held a coat. Nathan carried my old notebook. Dad stood behind them with his hands in his pockets.Julian had white roses.Once, I would have read meaning into each object until I found a reason to hope.Now I saw people who had come without asking.“Sophie,” Mom said. “It’s cold outside.”“I brought a coat.”Nathan offered the notebook.“I kept it safe.”“Please return the company records to the office. Anything personal can go through the lawyer.”“There’s a hospital report inside.”“Then put that in a separate envelope.”He looked down at the cover.Julian stepped forward.“Are you all right?”Behind me, two engineers were debating where to eat. Lucia had my hotel confirmation open. My phone held a message from

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