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Chapter twelve
Naomi is shown into a sitting room on the second floor that feels less like a place people live and more like a place people wait to be received. The furniture is older than either of them, the kind that has outlasted several generations of opinions about what comfort should look like. A single window looks down onto the formal gardens, still wet from an early rain that never quite reached the city center. She remains standing.Grant enters without ceremony. He is wearing a clean shirt that does not belong to the prison issue and does not belong to the life he left behind either. The amaranth pin sits at his collar the way it has since the morning he walked out of Cold Hollow, unremarkable unless a person already knows to look for it. He does not offer her a seat. He does not ask why she came. He simply stops a measured distance away and waits, the same quiet he used to bring into operating rooms when the patient was already open and the next decision belonged to no one else.“I found
Chapter eleven
Grant does not sleep the first night in the Ashworth house. He sits in a chair pulled close to Edmund’s bed and watches the old man’s chest rise and fall under the thin light of a single lamp left on for the night staff who never quite enter the room once Imogen has dismissed them. The air holds the clean, expensive scent of starched linen and something floral that has been carefully chosen to mask the sharper edges of illness. Grant ignores both. He is listening for the small changes that matter more than any monitor: the catch in a breath that arrives a fraction too late, the way the fingers on the left hand twitch once every twelve minutes as if searching for a pulse that no longer belongs entirely to their owner.Imogen returns at half past two with two cups of coffee neither of them will drink. She does not apologize for the hour. She simply sets one cup on the side table and takes the chair opposite him, coat still on, as though she has not yet decided whether this house is safe
Chapter ten
Naomi’s apartment is quiet in the specific way apartments get quiet at night when the person living in them has nobody left to perform for. She’s still in the clothes she wore to the hospital, hasn’t bothered changing, hasn’t bothered with much of anything since she got home beyond the tea nobody drank. The tea’s gone cold on the counter, untouched since she poured it an hour ago out of habit more than thirst. She’d meant to review the final prospectus draft tonight. It’s still sitting open on her laptop two rooms away, cursor blinking in the same spot it’s been blinking in for the last forty minutes. A car alarm goes off somewhere down the block and stops. A neighbor’s television murmurs faintly through the wall. Somewhere below her window, a city she’s lived in her whole life keeps making its ordinary night sounds, and none of it reaches her the way it usually does. She can’t stop replaying the woman in the wool coat walking up that driveway like she’d been born already owning the
Chapter nine
By morning, the private suite Renata fought so hard for the day before has become a shared room, no explanation offered by anyone at the nurses’ station beyond a shrug and a note about bed management. There’s a vinyl recliner instead of the leather one from yesterday, a shared bathroom down the hall instead of the private one Renata specifically mentioned twice, and a stranger a few feet away on the other side of a thin curtain who coughs every few minutes in a way that makes conversation feel both too loud and entirely too audible. Naomi has her suspicions about where that particular decision originated, suspicions that have nothing to do with hospital logistics and everything to do with a woman in a plain wool coat who made it very clear yesterday morning exactly how much reach she has. It’s a small thing, a room change, barely worth mentioning on its own. But it tells Naomi something the rest of the family seems to have missed in yesterday’s panic, that somebody with real power is
Chapter eight
Naomi gets to the hospital a little after seven, still in the blazer she wore into six consecutive investor calls, carrying the kind of tired that sits behind the eyes instead of anywhere useful like the legs. She almost didn’t come. There’d been a real, if brief, temptation to let this one go to voicemail the way she’d let the last four go, but she came anyway, the way she always does, the way she’s starting to suspect she always will. She hears her mother before she finds the room, a voice pitched for an audience, and follows the sound down a hallway toward what turns out to be her own family.It takes her a full three seconds to recognize Preston under it all, the arm wrapped and elevated, Renata mid-sentence in front of two nurses who have clearly stopped being able to politely extract themselves from the conversation. Something about assault. Something about unprovoked. Something about a man Naomi used to be married to. For one disorienting second she thinks she’s walked into the
Chapter seven
Imogen doesn’t explain where they’re taking him until the car is most of the way there, which tells Grant almost as much as the explanation eventually does.“My grandfather,” she says. “Edmund. Three weeks now, and nobody can get a diagnosis to hold for longer than a day before some new organ decides to fail instead.”“What have the specialists said.”“Everything and nothing. Autoimmune. Then it isn’t autoimmune. Then it’s something rare enough that the fourth doctor wanted to write a paper about it before they’d even finished treating him.” She says this without much inflection, the practiced flatness of someone who has repeated it too many times already to people who couldn’t help.The Ashworth house makes the Calloway estate look modest by comparison, all old stone and quiet staff who don’t look twice at a stranger walking in beside Imogen, the kind of house built by people who never had to ask what something cost, only whether it was worth having. She takes him straight up to a be
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