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Across the room, the news cycle changed twice before returning to Beaumont again. Then Nora appeared. Same podium. Same pearls. I reached for the remote and paused the screen. Her face stayed there above the crawl of financial numbers. I sat back in the chair. For a long time, I only looked at her. Five years. Five years of investigators and reports and addresses that led nowhere. Five years of telling myself I was making sure she stayed gone. Five years of picking up phones and hanging them back up. I had given myself reasons for all of it. Legal loose ends.

Jayden’s POV I already knew that the day had started wrong as soon as I stepped into my office building. “Goodmorning, Mr. Jayden,” someone said as I passed. I nodded without really looking at who greeted me“Morning.” But there was nothing “morning” about this day. The Five-Year City Project. That was all everyone had been talking about for weeks. It was the kind of project that only came once every five years in New York. The project was going to give big money and bigger expectations. The kind of project that could either push the company to the top or ruin everything we had built.

That was the whole change. That was what the five days had cost and given back at the same time. End of Chapter 45

"After all you've been through. You needed a relaxing and soothing break. And I apologize for what my people did to you." "Don't worry about it. We are way past that. It's understandable to have an unwanted guest on your island." "By the way, Ten Ten, how did you learn English?" my sister asked curiously. "My father," she replied. "He's an adventurer. He traveled worldwide before settling down to marry my mother." "Wow, I thought your people weren't allowed to leave the island?" What I learned from the Chief is that he and his people aren't allowed to leave the island because the outside world will corrupt them and turn their faith into something else.

He could not be resurrected. He thought of the year. 1789. Only two years prior to the last time he had seen him. He wondered if that was it? Maybe it was because he had gone back such a short time? Maybe that meant that his son was still alive, just two years younger. That would seem to make sense. But it was his understanding that for a human, if one changed the future then one changed the past—and thus one’s dying in 1791 would wipe out their 1789 existence. Meaning, Jade could not be alive now.

FIVE YEARS LATER! Five years had passed since the blood had soaked the floors, since screams had echoed through burning halls, since death had been so close it had brushed against their skin and whispered promises no one had wanted to hear. Five years since Eliana’s schemes had finally crumbled, since Raymond’s cruelty had met its long-overdue end, and since Rachael’s tragic death had slammed the final door on a chapter that none of them, not a single soul, ever wished to reopen again.

I moved to another city and spent half a month trying to stitch myself back together, convincing myself I could start all over again. But the moment I stepped into the real world, I realized how broken I really was because the five years gone had stripped me of everything. From my dignity to my confidence, and even my instincts... They were all gone.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

"I know. I just want to …" "I know what you want." My voice came out harder than I'd intended. I steadied it. "You want to explain. You want to add context. You want to say the thing that makes the five years make sense." I looked at him directly. "There isn't a thing. You don't get to explain five years with one conversation." He closed his mouth. "The boys," I said. "We can talk about the boys. That's what I'm available for." I walked into the restaurant.

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