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Chapter 35: Better Mother

Author: AuthorRuby
last update publish date: 2026-06-19 18:06:50

NICK

Jessica’s office is on the thirty-second floor of a building her father bought her when she turned twenty-five. Glass walls. White furniture. The kind of space designed to look like taste but built on someone else’s money.

I don’t announce myself at reception. I walk past the desk and the girl behind it stands and says “Sir, you can’t—” and I’m already through the door.

Jessica is at her desk. Hair pinned back. Black dress. Red lipstick. Two mood boards behind her on the wall, both covered
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    I stand in my kitchen. The pad thai containers from last night are still on the counter. The napkin with his handwriting. Extra lime. No peanuts. The way you like it.I pick up my phone.*Come upstairs. Bring the stories.*Three dots. Then:*Are you sure?**I’m sure. But just stories. Nothing else.**Okay.**And bring ice for your shoulder.**Okay.**And Nick?**Yeah?**If you try to kiss me I’m pushing you off my balcony.**Noted.*He knocks four minutes later. Two knocks. My hand is on the doorknob before the second knock finishes and I stopped pretending that bothers me somewhere between the punch and the pasta story.He’s holding an ice pack and two bottles of water and he’s changed into a t-shirt and his hair is messy and his left arm is still held against his body and he looks tired and hurt and careful and something else underneath all of it that I can see but won’t name. “Sit,” I say.He sits on the couch. I sit beside him. Not the opposite end. The middle. Close enough that

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    EMILY“I said no, Nick.”“It’s a school recital. Both kids are performing.”“Then we go separately. You take Mason. I take Mia. We sit on opposite sides of the auditorium.”“They’re performing TOGETHER, Emily. Mia and Mason are doing the duet. They’ve been practicing for two weeks.”“Then we sit on opposite sides and clap at the same time. Co-parents do that. That’s what we are.”“You keep saying that word like it’s a shield.”“It’s not a shield. It’s a FACT.”We’re standing in the lobby of the apartment building and his jaw is tight and my arms are crossed and Sage walked past us three minutes ago and turned around and walked the other way because the air between us could strip paint.“Fine,” he says. “Separate cars. Opposite sides.”“Fine.”“Fine.”I walk toward the front door. Mia is beside me, holding my hand, her costume bag over my shoulder. Mason is with Nick three steps behind us. I can feel him back there the way I always feel him when he’s close, a pressure in my chest that

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    NICKThree weeks.I have been to Zurich and Singapore and a clinic in rural Finland where a woman who specializes in bond trauma looked at Emily's scans and shook her head. I have called every researcher, every neurologist, every shaman who ever published a paper on mate bonds. The answer is always the same. The severance is permanent. Alex built a wall, not a door. There is no known reversal.But I found one thing. One thread. A doctor in Oslo who specializes in memory reconsolidation told me that in rare cases, traumatic memory loss can be recovered through emotional triggering. Not the bond itself. The memories attached to it. If the patient is exposed to a powerful enough emotional stimulus connected to the lost memories, the brain can sometimes rebuild the pathways on its own.He said the odds were less than ten percent. He said the stimulus would need to be deeply personal, something the patient associated with the lost feelings at a visceral level. He said there was no guarante

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