LOGINPOV: Selene Castellano
"Someone who was aware of her access to Catherine's account," Selene repeated, her voice slower and more deliberate. "That narrows it down to a very small group of people."
Avalon was quiet, working through it.
"Margaret," he said, mentioning a few names, "Catherine, Diana herself, and whoever was responsible for preparing the power of attorney documents."
"Whoever Diana had confided in," Selene wondered, "if indeed she had shared it with anyone at all."
Avalon called Diana directly.
She picked up on the second ring, her voice husky from sleep.
“It’s two thirty in the morning,” she said.
Avalon's voice was direct, no time for small talk. "Did you make any calls to the federal facility where Whitmore was being held?" he asked, his words cutting straight to the point. "Specifically, in the two weeks leading up to his death?"
Silence.
“Diana.”
"No," she said, her voice suddenly sharp and alert, a complete departure from its previous tone. "I haven't called that facility, not even once. So, why are you asking me this?"
“Someone used your number,” Selene said, leaning toward the phone. “ From burner locations near payphones. Seven calls.”
“That’s not possible,” Diana said. “ My number isn’t even—” She stopped.
“What?” Avalon asked.
Diana spoke slowly, "I only gave my number to one person in the past month, and that was for something totally unrelated to anything personal - just some foundation business. At the time, I didn't think much of it."
“Who?” Selene asked
Diana was quiet for a long moment.
"James Okonkwo," she mentioned. “He had called her about three weeks prior, asking for some information on Henderson Capital's financial past, before the board was set to vote. Apparently, he was looking for someone with a good understanding of how companies are structured, and he thought I might be the right person for the job, given my background. So, I had given him her direct phone number.”
The car was silent.
"Avalon spoke slowly, his words measured. 'James already had his hands on corporate intelligence,' she said. 'So, he didn't actually need you to get that information.'"
"I thought it was weird when it happened," Diana said. "But he's on the board, so I didn't think much of it at the time."
Selene looked at Avalon.
"He told us that he had already quit his job on Henderson's board that morning, before we had even had a chance to talk to him."
“Conveniently,” Avalon said.
He had found out about it three weeks ago and was trying to put a stop to it from the inside.
“What if he wasn’t trying to stop it,” Avalon said slowly. “ What if he was trying to control the timing.”
Diana's voice was back on the line, filled with urgency. "What's going on?" she asked, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Tell me, what's happening?"
Avalon cut her off, saying "We'll call you back" and then hung up the phone, not giving her a chance to say another word.
He was sitting there, hands resting on the steering wheel, but the car wasn't moving.
"James was fully aware of Catherine's account," he explained. "After all, he'd been present at every single meeting and conversation about the foundation's finances over the past two months. It would have been easy for him to find out about the power of attorney arrangement - he had ample opportunity to learn all about it."
“He’s also the one who told us about the Henderson threat,” Selene said. “ He’s the one who caught the legal loophole that freed us from the marriage clause.”
"Avalon's words hung in the air, 'Or maybe he just waited until the perfect moment to gain our trust, when he knew he'd need it most.'"
Selene felt something cold settle in her stomach.
"She spoke slowly, her words measured. 'He failed two companies,' she said. 'He was upfront about it, told us himself on the first day. There was total honesty about his failures.'"
“What if that honesty was the strategy,” Avalon said. “ What if telling us the worst thing about himself first meant we’d never suspect him of anything else.”
His phone buzzed.
Margaret again.
"I've got something more," she said, cutting him off before he could get a word in. "It's about James's second company, the one that went bust - you know, the one Henderson put money into. I managed to get my hands on the full list of investors, the very same list Henderson was threatening to make public."
“And?”
Margaret mentioned that Gerald Whitmore was involved in it, as a silent investor, using a shell company to keep his identity hidden, but she was certain it was him. Apparently, James had a long-standing relationship with Whitmore, knowing him for over ten years.
Avalon closed his eyes.
“He never mentioned that,” he said.
“Why would he,” Selene said quietly. “ If he was protecting it.”
POV: Avalon PierceHe woke up and knew immediately what Today was.The morning sunlight was just beginning to peek through the edges of the curtains, and Selene was still fast asleep beside him. He lay there, completely still, and watched as her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath.Day fourteen.She had marked it down on the kitchen calendar three weeks before, and it was the only thing written on the whole page for December.He got up quietly.Made coffee and waited .She walked into the kitchen at 7, her hair a mess, still figuring out who she wanted to be that day.She looked at the calendar on the wall.Looked at him.“Today,” she said.“Today,” he agreed."I'm not going to do it right away," she said. "First, I need a cup of coffee. I want to be fully awake and alert. I don't want to find out something important when I'm still half asleep, that's just not a good idea. I need to be sharp and focused, and a cup of coffee will help me get there."“Okay,” he said.He made her
POV: Selene CastellanoShe wore the green dress.She had no idea why, but that morning she just knew what she wanted to wear. She opened her wardrobe and there it was, waiting for her. Avalon saw it and said nothing.He caught her eye for just a moment, and in that instant, he got it - no words were needed, he just understood.They left at nine.Dr Okafor's office was warm.December outside, warm inside, the contrast of a room that had been designed to feel like a pause from everything else.Dr Okafor gave a nod as we settled in, "You look ready.""I am," Selene said."Any questions before we begin?""No," Selene said. " You've answered them all."Dr Okafor looked at Avalon."You?""No," he said."Then let's go," Dr Okafor said.The procedure itself was straightforward.Selene had prepared herself for, the task of separating the hope from the mechanics of the thing carrying the hope.Avalon held her hand.As she gazed up at the ceiling, her breath slowed, and her mind began to wander
POV: Selene CastellanoDecember hit San Francisco like it always did.Cold that came in off the bay and didn’t apologize for it. Christmas lights appearing overnight on streets that had been ordinary the day before. The city somehow louder and quieter at the same time.Selene seemed to notice everything a lot more than she usually did this year.She wasn’t sure why.Maybe the trying made everything sharper.Maybe this was just what happened when you stopped waiting for the next disaster and started actually looking at where you were.The foundation has just wrapped up its first year, which came to a close on the fifth.Amara sent a summary document at seven AM.Selene got some time to herself before Avalon woke up, and she used it to catch up on some reading in bed.Kevin Walsh’s program had filled twelve additional beds.Susan Park’s infrastructure funding had allowed her team to take on thirty percent more cases.David Torres started a new way to help people get food, focusing on tr
POV: Avalon PierceNovember arrived cold and fast.The Lorraine Pierce Infrastructure Fund was officially launched by the foundation on the third of the month. It was a low-key affair, with no formal ceremony to mark the occasion. Instead, the foundation simply sent out an email to its community partners and created a new page on its website. The content for the page was written by Selene, while Maya handled the design. Amara, meanwhile, reviewed the page three times to make sure everything was just right.Kevin Walsh called that afternoon."I saw the announcement," he said."Applications are opening on Monday," Selene said, her voice coming through the speaker as Avalon busied himself making coffee in the kitchen. "You've got all the necessary stuff, so you're good to go.""Kevin said he's had the application ready to go for about six weeks now."She laughed.Avalon had never heard her laugh on a work call before.The Nexus board met on the seventh. It was a routine check, the number
POV: Selene CastellanoDr. Okafor’s office was on the fourth floor.Selene had been there three times now and still looked at the wrong door every time she got off the elevator.Avalon didn’t say anything about it.He stood there patiently, waiting for her to find what she was looking for.Dr. Okafor was running ten minutes late.They sat in the waiting room.Avalon was reading something on his phone while Selene looked at the other people in the room.A woman maybe thirty, alone, scrolling through her phone with the expression of someone waiting for something they’d been waiting for a long time.A couple, older, the man’s hand on the woman’s knee, both of them quiet.A younger woman with a book she wasn’t reading.Selene thought about how many held breaths existed in this one room.Dr. Okafor called her name.They went in together.She went over the results from the last couple of weeks, looking at blood work and hormone levels, stuff that Selene had been slowly getting familiar with
POV: Avalon PierceLife didn’t pause for the trying.That was the thing nobody told you.The organization still relied on him, and his role remained crucial. Both the foundation and Nexus continued to depend on his contributions. The board of directors maintained its regular schedule, convening every other Tuesday to discuss important matters. Meanwhile, Amara persisted in sending him documents that demanded his attention, often requiring him to review them before 9:00 AM.The trying just existed alongside everything else.Quietly and persistently.It was like you were holding your breath, waiting to see how long you could keep it in, the moment suspended in time.Friday’s bloodwork was fast.Selene was in and out in twenty minutes.As they made their way back, she gazed out the window.“You okay?” he said.“Yes,” she said. “ You?”“Yes,” he said.On their way back, they decided to make a quick stop at a cozy coffee shop.The organization's management team got together a week later fo
POV: Avalon PierceThe boardroom had never felt so hostile.Avalon stood at the head of the table, looking at faces he’d known for years. People who’d worked with Nene, watched him grow up and supported his leadership. Now they looked at him like a stranger.Patricia Wong sat with her arms crossed,
POV: Selene CastellanoThe call came at 6 AM.Detective Sarah Shyn.Selene knew before she answered that it was bad news, nobody calls at 6 AM with good news.“Mrs. Pierce, this is Detective Shyn. I need you and your husband to come down to the station right away.”“What happened?”“Victoria Hartle
POV: Avalon PiercePier 39 was crowded for a Sunday afternoon.Tourists, street performers, the smell of seafood and salt water was everywhere and see lions barking in the distance.Avalon stood at the north end, exactly where the caller had instructed by 2PM.Selene was fifty feet away, pretending
POV: Selene CastellanoThe news kept playing on repeat.Marcus Pierce is Dead, an apparent suicide and a note is left behind.Selene sat on the sofa, staring at the TV without really seeing it. The same footage over and over—Marcus’s Pacific Heights mansion, police tape and reporters speculating.A







