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Chapter sixty three:

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The CV

Aria

He actually remembered.

That was the thing that got me when I came downstairs Thursday morning to find the study door open, the desk cleared of everything except my laptop and a fresh coffee waiting beside it, and Caden sitting in the chair across from where I usually sat like he’d been there a while.

He’d made a note to himself about my CV.

Four weeks ago I’d mentioned it once, in passing, the morning after I arrived — something about getting a job, building a life, the things I’d
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  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter seventy four:

    YesAria---I called the organization back at nine the next morning and said yes.Straightforward. Clean. The kind of yes that didn't hedge or qualify or ask for time to think about what I'd already thought about.The woman on the other end — her name was Rachel, fifties, the kind of sharp warmth that came from decades of caring about something enough to fight for it professionally — said she was delighted and that onboarding could start as soon as I was ready."I'm ready now," I said."Monday," she said."Monday," I agreed.I hung up and sat at the kitchen island for a moment with my phone in my hand and the specific feeling of something clicking into place that had been looking for its slot for a while.A job.An actual job.Doing work I'd chosen because it mattered rather than because it was available or paid well or made sense on paper. Work that connected directly to what had happened to my father, to what had happened this month, to the specific understanding I'd arrived at abo

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter seventy three:

    Monday****Caden**Aria left for her Monday meeting at one forty-five.She spent twenty minutes getting ready in a way she'd never spent twenty minutes getting ready before — not anxiously, not the frantic energy of someone who wasn't confident, but the careful, considered preparation of someone who understood that how you walked into a room mattered and was choosing deliberately.She wore the dress from our first date.I noticed and said nothing because she'd told me not to say anything and I was choosing my battles.She stood in the hallway at one thirty-eight looking at herself in the mirror by the door with an expression I hadn't seen before. Not self-doubt. Assessment. The specific look of someone checking that the outside matched what they knew was on the inside."You look like someone who knows what they're doing," I said."I do know what I'm doing," she said. "That's the point.""Then go do it," I said.She turned from the mirror.Looked at me."You're not going to give me a

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter seventy two:

    Ordinary****Aria**An ordinary day turned out to be the most extraordinary thing we'd had in a month.Which sounds like something on a motivational poster and I'm aware of that but it's genuinely true, so.We stayed in bed until ten, which for Caden was basically unheard of and for me was medically necessary given the previous four weeks, and nobody knocked on the door and nothing buzzed with urgency and the only sound was Minnesota doing its quiet winter thing outside the windows.At ten we made breakfast together.Actually together, both of us in the kitchen, which produced the specific comedy of two people discovering their kitchen styles were completely incompatible. Caden approached cooking the way he approached everything — with preparation and precise timing and an opinion about which pan was correct for which task. I approached cooking the way I approached most things — with good intentions, approximate measurements, and the conviction that it would probably be fine.It was

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Seventy one:

    Last Morning**Caden**Eleanor and James and Sophie left on Friday morning.I drove them to the airport.All three of them, two rental cars' worth of luggage between them because Eleanor had apparently acquired things during the week without acknowledging it, and Sophie had a camera bag that had multiplied somehow, and James was the only one who'd arrived with a single case and left with the same single case which I respected.Aria didn't come to the airport.Not because of any problem — she'd said goodbye properly at the house, hugging Eleanor for a long time, exchanging numbers with Sophie, having a quiet conversation with James on the porch that I hadn't heard and hadn't needed to. She'd said she wanted the airport to be mine.I think she understood something about it that I hadn't said out loud.That it was going to be harder than I expected.I'd known Eleanor for five days.James for four.Sophie for four.That should have been too short for the particular weight I felt loading

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter seventy:

    Sophie’s QuestionAriaThe week with Eleanor and James and Sophie staying with us moved faster than I expected.Not the frantic, crisis-driven fast of the month before, but the ordinary kind of fast that comes from days being full of good things — Eleanor and Margaret deep in restoration projects together, James and David walking the St. Paul site twice and coming back each time with sketches and disagreements that resolved into something better than either had alone, Sophie quietly observing everything with her camera mostly down but her eyes never quite off.By Thursday I’d stopped thinking of them as guests.That was the thing nobody warned you about family arriving suddenly — how fast the strangeness wore off and left something that felt like it had always been there, just delayed.Sophie found me alone in the kitchen Thursday morning, early, before anyone else was up. She was already dressed, camera bag over her shoulder like it lived there permanently, and she sat across the is

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter sixty nine:

    A Real Family DinnerCadenWe had everyone at the house for dinner that night.Eleanor and James and Sophie, obviously. But also David, who arrived at six with a bottle of wine he’d chosen carefully, and Thomas, who Aria had invited at the last minute because she said he’d earned a place at a table like this after twenty-two years of carrying a key in his wallet. Margaret came too, at Diane’s invitation, the two of them having developed an easy rhythm of including each other in things without either of them needing to ask permission first.Eleven people.I counted them at one point, standing at the head of the table I’d eaten alone at more times than I cared to remember, and felt the specific vertigo of a room I’d known one way my whole life suddenly being something else entirely.Diane and Mrs. Dalton had cooked enough food for twice that number, the particular generosity of women who understood that abundance was its own kind of welcome. We ate at the long table in the dining room

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter twenty three

    FoundAriaThe photograph sat on Caden’s screen and neither of us said anything for a moment.An old man in Florida. Alive. The doctor who had signed a false certificate eleven years ago, found within hours by someone who clearly had resources and motivation, and the message underneath made my sto

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter twenty two

    MargueriteCadenI asked Marguerite to come to the house.Not the phone. Not a conversation I was going to have secondhand through a speaker while everything else burned around us. If she had something to tell me about my mother, eleven years late, I needed to be in the room for it.She arrived at

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter twenty

    NamedAriaLeah saw it before I did.I was in her bathroom brushing my teeth at seven forty-five, still half asleep, still processing the fact that my mother had apparently left for Duluth and I was allowed to go home and trying to figure out how I felt about all of that, when Leah knocked on the b

  • RUINED BY DADDY: defiled by my stepdad.   Chapter nineteen

    Three In The MorningCadenMy phone rang at two fifty-seven.I was still awake. Sitting at my desk in the dark with the folder closed in front of me and a glass of scotch I hadn’t touched since eleven and the particular quality of silence that a house has when everything in it has changed.The num

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