تسجيل الدخولShe was already on the kitchen counter when he woke up.It was a habit he'd pretended to object to for three weeks before giving up entirely — the sitting on the counter thing, her legs dangling, her sketchbook open across her knees, coffee going slightly cold beside her because she always forgot to drink it while she was working.He stood in the corridor for a moment, watching her, the morning light doing what morning light did through their windows at this hour.She caught him looking."Stop," she said, not looking up from the sketch."No," he said.She picked up the dishcloth from the counter beside her and threw it at him without looking. He caught it one-handed."You're not even a little sorry," she said."Not even slightly," he agreed, walking fully into the kitchen, pouring his coffee, coming to stand beside her at the counter she was sitting on, which put them at almost the same height for once.She showed him the sketch without him asking. The view from their window — the cit
Odette looked at both of them for exactly one second, then picked up her book and her wine glass and walked to her bedroom without a word."Thank you," Isla called after her."I didn't do anything," Odette said, and closed the door.They sat down on Odette's secondhand sofa, which was nothing like their furniture at home — worn in the right places, slightly too soft, a throw blanket draped over the arm that had clearly been there long enough to become permanent.Zachary looked slightly displaced in it, the way a man who owned buildings looked sitting on something that cost two hundred dollars and had been loved into a particular comfortable shape. But something about the displacement made him easier, less like Zachary Cole and more like just Zachary."Reid helped me understand something," he said."Okay.""It's not actually about the guest list.""I know it's not," she said. "I knew that when I walked out. I just didn't know the other thing yet.""It's about being watched," he said. "
Zachary didn't go after her.It was a deliberate choice, something Dr. Reeves had been working on with him for weeks now — not every conflict needed immediate resolution, some needed space first, before either person said something they couldn't take back.He sat down at the kitchen table instead and stared at the guest list for a long time.Then he called Reid."Come over," he said. "I need to talk through something."Reid showed up twenty minutes later, finding Zachary out on the balcony, the city stretched out below them in the early evening light."What happened," Reid said, sitting down across from him."Isla wants two hundred people at the wedding. I want twenty.""That's not really what's wrong, is it," Reid said. "You don't usually get like this over numbers."Zachary was quiet for a moment."It's not about the number," he admitted. "It's about being watched. By that many people. On a day that's supposed to be ours, completely ours, no audience, no performance."Reid considere
Two months until the wedding.The countdown had changed shape entirely, and everyone noticed it without anyone saying it directly. Six months ago the clock running in the background of every conversation had been Zachary's illness, the quiet dread underneath everything. Now it was a wedding date circled on a calendar, something joyful instead of frightening, and the difference showed in how people talked, how they laughed, how the whole apartment felt lighter.Odette's planning folder had multiplied into three folders."Three," Isla said, looking at them spread across the kitchen table. "How does a wedding need three folders.""Venue, vendors, and contingencies," Odette said, not looking up from her laptop. "You'll thank me when something goes wrong and I already have a backup plan ready.""Something's going to go wrong?""Something always goes wrong. I'm just prepared for it."Nobody objected to Odette's self-appointed role as wedding coordinator, mostly because she was terrifyingl
The next morning, Caden was making coffee badly on purpose."You're doing that wrong," Odette said, watching him fumble with the machine in Zachary's kitchen, both of them still a little shy around each other in the particular way new couples are the morning after admitting something out loud."I know exactly how to make coffee," he said, pressing buttons that didn't need pressing."Then why does it look like you're defusing a bomb?""Maybe I just like watching you laugh at me."She did laugh, leaning against the counter, and he grinned like he'd accomplished something important.Zachary and Isla came in a few minutes later, Isla still in pajamas, Zachary already dressed for the day."Is he actually making coffee or is this performance art," Zachary asked."Performance art," Odette confirmed.Caden's phone rang.He glanced at the screen. His father's doctor.He answered it right there, in front of everyone, no hesitation about stepping into another room the way he might have a month a
Caden didn't say it back immediately."Don't say it because I said it first," Odette said quickly, already half-regretting the vulnerability, already bracing for him to deflect with a joke the way he deflected everything."I'm not," he said. "I'm trying to say it right. Give me a second."He actually took the second.He stood there in the middle of the kitchen, the music still playing low from the counter, working through what he wanted to say instead of reaching for the easiest, most charming version of it."Okay," Odette said, watching him. "This is taking a while.""I know.""You're really thinking about this.""I told you, I'm trying to get it right." He ran a hand through his hair. "This is the first time in my entire life I haven't just said the thing people want to hear. Give me a minute to figure out the actual thing."She crossed her arms, but she was smiling now, the panic from before settling into something more amused."Take your minute."He started talking."The day we me
Reid, Zachary and Isla sat at the kitchen table like a war council at three in the morning.The laptop was open. The discovery was very small and very large at the same time.Connor Dealt’s former company. Connected to the trial funding. Connected to Dorian.“Tell me what you know about this compan
She didn’t tell Zachary.She told herself it was because he was tired. That the treatment cycle left him exhausted and the last thing he needed was more weight. That she was just going to look. Just check. Just find out if there was anything there before she brought it to him.She told herself thos
The waiting room smelled like recycled air and coffee that had been sitting too long.Isla had been there for forty minutes before Zachary’s monitoring session ended. She’d found the chair closest to the window, positioned so she could see both the door to the treatment corridor and the street belo
He tells Reid first. They’re in his office at 8 a.m. on a Thursday. Reid has coffee that he hasn’t touched. Zachary has the phone number of his doctor written on a piece of paper like it’s something that could disappear. “There’s a trial,” Zachary says. “Experimental. My doctor thinks I might qu







