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Chapter twenty five

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By Tomorrow

Caden

I stared at that message until the words stopped meaning anything and started again.

By tomorrow, you won’t have a company left to fight for.

My father, somewhere in federal custody or out of it depending on which version of the call I believed, still finding ways to reach into my life and pull something loose. I set the phone down on the coffee table and sat there for a moment with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, and for the first time in three days I felt som
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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 sixteen

    Front PageCadenI saw it at eight forty-three.My lawyer had sent the link with no commentary because there was nothing to say that the headline didn’t already cover.VOSS INDUSTRIES CEO IN ALLEGED AFFAIR WITH STEPDAUGHTER — Sources Close To Family Confirm RelationshipThe article had three parag

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

    Seven ThirtyCadenI heard her car in the driveway at seven twenty-eight.I was in the kitchen. Aria had disappeared upstairs twenty minutes ago — I’d told her to stay up there, give me the conversation first, let me handle the initial impact before she became part of it. She’d argued. I’d held he

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

    The Devil’s BloodCadenMy father’s name on that screen shouldn’t have surprised me.It didn’t.That was the worst part — sitting there at my desk looking at the IP address my security team had traced back to a device registered to Romano Voss, age seventy-one, residing at the Voss estate in Edina

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

    CadenI’ve destroyed men for less.Built empires from nothing, buried competitors without blinking, sat across boardroom tables from men twice my age and made them sweat through their suits just by staying quiet. I have never in forty-two years of living lost control of myself. Not once. Not over a

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