Sophia showed up at her parents' house that evening, still raw from the conversation at Aethelgard, and found Eleanor alone in the study, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside her, staring at nothing in particular."I confronted him," Sophia said, sitting down across from her mother. "Thorne. I asked him directly if he was Ethan."Eleanor's expression didn't change, though something in her hands tightened slightly around the stem of her glass. "What did he say?""Nothing. Everything. I don't know." Sophia pressed her palms against her eyes, exhausted in a way that went far past the day itself. "He never denied it outright. He just kept saying things that could mean anything, that grief plays tricks on people, that some things are easier left unexamined. It felt like he was protecting me from something rather than lying to me. I don't know which is worse."Eleanor was quiet for a long moment, and Sophia watched something pass behind her mother's eyes, a decision being weighed a

The company kept Sophia busy enough during the day that she rarely had time to think, board calls stacked against investor briefings stacked against the endless, grinding work of steadying a company that had nearly collapsed under her brother's weight. It was the evenings that undid her. The apartment was quiet in a way her old life with Daniel's chaos and her parents' constant demands had never allowed, and in that quiet, every question she couldn't answer came rushing back at once.She poured the first glass of wine around seven most nights now, telling herself it helped her sleep, that anyone in her position would need something to take the edge off a day spent holding a sinking company together with nothing but willpower and Delgado's careful counsel. The second glass came easier than the first had a month ago. She noticed that, distantly, the way she noticed most things about herself lately, from a slight remove, as though she were watching someone else's life unravel instead of

Sophia didn't sleep that night, or the night after. She lay awake in the dark replaying the half second under the streetlight over and over, the exact color his eyes had caught in the light, the particular stillness that had come over him the instant she'd said it's you, the way he'd gone quiet in a manner that felt less like confusion and more like a man who had been waiting, dreading, and half hoping for exactly this moment for a very long time.By the third sleepless night, she had started keeping a private, obsessive record on her phone, notes she typed at two in the morning and reread at dawn with a mixture of embarrassment and conviction. The eyes. The way he stood, weight settled slightly onto his left leg, the same subtle favoring Ethan had carried since a job site injury early in their marriage. The voice, pitched lower and more controlled than it had been three years ago, but underneath the control, if she listened carefully enough, the same particular cadence, the same habi

Adrian arrived unannounced the way he always did, letting himself into Ethan's office through a private entrance only the two of them knew existed, settling into the chair across from the desk with the unhurried ease of a man who had known Ethan since he was barely more than a frightened teenager with nothing left to lose. He was older now, silver threading through hair that had been dark when they'd first met, but his eyes hadn't softened with age, still carrying the same watchful, careful stillness that had first taught Ethan how to survive."You look like hell," Adrian said, studying him. "When did you last sleep?""Been a difficult week.""It's been a difficult month, from what Lily tells me." Adrian's gaze sharpened slightly. "She says you've been distracted. Chasing family history instead of finishing what you started. And apparently there was an incident on a sidewalk that's left you rattled in ways I haven't seen since the early days."Ethan didn't answer immediately, turning