LOGINAnthony's POVI was in a good mood for the first time in years. Work was going well. Luca was happy. And Evelyn and I were figuring out how to be something more than just two people who shared a child.Then my father called."Anthony, we need to talk. Can you come by the house?"His voice was serious, which meant whatever this was, it wasn't good.I drove over that afternoon. My mother answered the door and led me to the study where my father was waiting."Close the door," he said.I did. "What's going on?"He handed me a piece of paper. It was a letter from Samuel's lawyer."Samuel is threatening to sue me for breach of contract. He says I had no legal right to dissolve our partnership without his consent."I read through the letter. It was full of legal jargon, but the message was clear. Samuel was fighting back."He signed the agreement," I said. "He agreed to let you walk away.""I know. But apparent
Evelyn's POVAnthony asked me to dinner the following week. Just the two of us. No Luca. No family. Just a chance to see if we could be something other than co-parents.I changed my outfit three times before I finally settled on jeans and a sweater. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard, but I also didn't want to look like I didn't care.He picked me up at seven. We drove to a quiet restaurant on the edge of town, the kind of place that didn't get too crowded and where we wouldn't run into anyone we knew."You look nice," he said as we sat down."Thanks. So do you."We ordered food and made small talk about Luca, about work, about the weather. Safe topics. Easy topics.But then Anthony set down his water glass and looked at me seriously. "Can we talk about the elephant in the room?""Which elephant? There are several."He smiled. "The one where we're both pretending this is just a casual dinner between frien
Anthony's POVI couldn't stop thinking about that conversation with Evelyn. For days, it played on repeat in my head. The way she had looked at me. The way her voice had softened when I told her I saw her.Reuben noticed."You're distracted," he said one afternoon when I was supposed to be reviewing contracts with him."I'm fine.""You've read the same paragraph four times. You're not fine." He closed the folder in front of me. "What's going on?""I think I might have feelings for Evelyn."He blinked. "Your ex-wife Evelyn?""Yes.""The woman you spent eight years blaming for ruining your life?""Yes."He leaned back in his chair and laughed. "Well, that's unexpected.""Tell me about it.""How did this happen?""I don't know. We've been spending more time together. Talking. Working through everything with Mirabel and the evidence. And somewhere in the middle of all that, I started seeing her dif
Evelyn's POVLuca's school was having a parent event, and both Anthony and I had agreed to go. It was the first time we would be attending something together since the divorce, and I was nervous.I got there early and found a seat near the back. The room filled up quickly with other parents, all of them chatting and laughing. I felt out of place, like everyone could tell I was the divorced mom trying to pretend everything was fine.Then Anthony walked in. He spotted me immediately and came over, sitting in the seat I had saved for him."Thanks for saving me a spot," he said."Of course."We sat in awkward silence while the teacher started talking. Luca was up on stage with his class, singing a song about the solar system. He saw us sitting together and his whole face lit up."Look, he's happy we're both here," Anthony said quietly."Yeah. He is."The program went on for another thirty minutes.
Anthony's POVLuca asked me a question I wasn't ready for on a Saturday morning three weeks after the agreement was signed.We were making pancakes in my kitchen, flour everywhere, and he looked up at me with those big serious eyes and said, "Dad, do you still love Mom?"I stopped mid-flip. "What?""Mom. Do you still love her?""Where is this coming from?"He shrugged and poured more batter onto the griddle. "You've been talking to her a lot. And you don't look angry when you say her name anymore. So I was just wondering."I set the spatula down and leaned against the counter. "It's complicated, buddy.""That's what grown-ups always say when they don't want to answer.""Okay. Fair point." I thought about how to explain it in a way an eight-year-old would understand. "Your mom and I have been working through some things. Big things. And in the process, I've realized she's not the person I thought she was.""Is that
Evelyn's POVSylvia agreed to meet Mirabel two weeks after the agreement was signed. I offered to be there, but Sylvia said she wanted to do it alone. I respected that, but I couldn't help worrying.I was at home when Sylvia called me afterward."How did it go?" I asked."She cried a lot. Apologized a lot. Tried to explain herself a lot." Sylvia's voice was tired. "I listened. I didn't forgive her, but I listened.""Do you think you ever will? Forgive her?""I don't know. Maybe someday. But not today." She paused. "She gave me something, though. A letter. She said she wrote it years ago but never had the courage to send it. She wanted me to have it now.""What does it say?""I haven't read it yet. I'm scared to.""Do you want me to come over? We can read it together.""No. I need to do this alone. But thank you for offering."We hung up, and I sat on my couch wondering what Mirabel had written. Knowing my sis
Anthony’s POVI have a photograph of Sylvia on my phone but not as my wallpaper. It's buried three folders deep in an old album I have never deleted. I don't look at it often, but I know exactly where it is.That night, after I dropped Luca at my parents' house, I sat in my car in their driveway fo
Evelyn's POV I drove back to Mercy General just before nine that night. The parking lot was quieter now. Just a handful of cars and a security guard doing slow rounds near the entrance.My mother's room was dim when I slipped in. The corridor nurse had let me through without trouble. I pulled the
Evelyn's POV The hospital cafeteria was quiet at that hour. Most of the chairs were empty. A cleaner pushed a mop along the far wall, and the overhead light buzzed in a way that made everything feel a little unreal.I had bought a coffee I wasn't going to drink and found a corner table. My coat wa
Evelyn's POV My thumb hovered over the screen. Four words, no name, no number I recognized."I know what you did."I locked the phone and shoved it into my coat pocket. Sylvia was still looking at me, waiting, as if my silence was an answer she had already predicted."You look well," I said. My vo







