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CHAPTER 26: THE HALLWAY AT NIGHT
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2026-06-04 05:22:00
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Not Harry-slash-Darren — Harry, who had been Daniel’s flatmate and my occasional antagonist and the person who had known about the cheating before I did and had said nothing.Harry, who I had not spoken to in six months.“Yeah,” he said. The specific Harry vocal quality, the casual register of someone performing ease they didn’t feel.“How did you get this number?” I said.“Daniel had it in his phone,” he said. “Before.” He paused. “The police have his phone now so.”I stopped making lunch.“Why are you calling me?” I said.A long pause.“I know some things,” he said. “About Daniel. About what happened. About—” He stopped. “I’ve been sitting on it and I can’t sit on it anymore.”I leaned against the kitchen counter.“What things?” I said.“Not on the phone,” he said. “I need to tell you in person.”The kitchen.The October afternoon.I thought about Dominic saying don’t meet him alone before Monday. But Monday had passed. Garrett was in custody. Daniel was in custody. The landscape ha
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BELLA’S POVJennifer left Monday morning.She stood at the front door with her bag and the overnight case and the empty champagne bottle she was apparently taking home as a trophy, and she looked at me with the full attention she had been directing at this house and everyone in it since Saturday noon.“I’ve been processing,” she said. “Since the birthday dinner. The speech. The table. All of it.”“And?” I said.“I have thoughts,” she said.“Tell me on the phone,” I said.“There are too many thoughts for the phone,” she said. “I need at least a coffee and a table.”“Soon,” I said.She looked at me.She looked past me into the entrance hall, where Dominic was at the study door with a document, and she looked back at me with the Jennifer look — the one that catalogued everything and stored it and would produce it back at a moment of her choosing.“He looks at you differently now,” she said quietly.“I know,” I said.“Not the almost-look,” she said. “The actual look.”“I know,” I said.“I
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“He bought it in February,” I said. “When everything was dead.”“He’s always been like that,” she said. “Seeing the thing underneath. The potential of things.” She paused. “It made him good at his work. It also made him.” She stopped.“Lonely?” I said.She looked at me.The assessing look, and in it something new, the quality of a woman revising upward.“Yes,” she said. “In the specific way of someone who sees what things could be and has to wait for the things to become it.”I looked at the meadow beyond the hedge.“He waited ten weeks,” I said.“I know,” she said. “Marcus told me.”“Marcus talks to you,” I said.“Marcus talks to everyone,” she said. With the specific warmth of a mother who knew her sons. “But yes. He keeps me informed.” She paused. “He said you were the right shape.”“He said that at the birthday dinner,” I said.“He said it to me first,” she said. “Three weeks ago. He called and said: Dom’s found the right shape and it’s going to be complicated and I think it’s goi
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