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2020-10-21 03:46:40Magnus couldn’t hold his laugh, as he laughed hard. Crackling. “Did I, maybe… i
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DIAMOND HART EIGHTY-ONE
The letter arrived on an otherwise ordinary Tuesday, official and formal, informing Starr that Michael Adams's final appeal had been denied, that he would spend the remainder of his sentence exactly where the courts had originally decided he belonged. She read it twice, standing in her kitchen with Iris's crayon drawings taped haphazardly across the refrigerator behind her, and waited to feel something enormous, some final catharsis she'd expected to arrive with news like this.Instead, she felt only a quiet, settled kind of peace, the sense of a door closing gently rather than slamming shut, because the truth was, she realised, folding the letter carefully and setting it aside, he had stopped being the largest thing in her story a long time before this letter ever arrived. He was simply a chapter now, difficult and formative, but finished, folded neatly into the larger, far more interesting story her life had become around it."Everything alright?" Christopher asked, finding her ther
DIAMOND HART EIGHTY
Three years passed the way most good years do, quickly and without much fanfare, folded into the ordinary rhythm of birthdays and holidays and the small, accumulating joys of a family finally settled into itself.Iris had grown into a small, fierce whirlwind of a toddler, all dark curls and stubborn opinions, currently marching across the living room floor in one of her mother's old work heels, several sizes too large, demanding everyone's full attention."Look, Mama," she announced, wobbling dangerously with every step. "I'm you.""You certainly walk like me when I'm tired," Starr said, laughing, scooping her up before she could topple over entirely. "Though I don't recall ever being quite this loud about it.""She gets the volume from Magnus, clearly," Christopher said from the kitchen doorway, drying his hands on a towel, watching his daughter with the same besotted expression he'd worn since the day she was born."I heard that," Magnus called f
DIAMOND HART SEVENTY-NINE
The manuscript sat finished on Starr's laptop for nearly a week before she worked up the courage to tell anyone, the cursor blinking patiently at the end of a final sentence she'd rewritten at least a dozen times before finally deciding it was exactly right.She'd written it in stolen pockets of time all summer, through wedding planning and two separate engagement celebrations and the ordinary chaos of raising a daughter who had recently discovered the immense joy of screaming for no particular reason, and somehow, despite every interruption, the story had come together into something whole, something she was almost, terrifyingly, proud of."You've been staring at that laptop for twenty minutes without typing anything," Christopher observed, settling onto the couch beside her with Iris balanced against his shoulder, freshly bathed and drowsy."I finished it," Starr admitted, closing the laptop slowly, like the confession itself required careful handling. "Last n
DIAMOND HART SEVENTY-EIGHT
Magnus had promised, months ago, an absolutely enormous wedding, and true to his word, the venue he and Valentine finally settled on could comfortably have hosted three separate events, string lights wrapped around every available surface, an actual champagne tower positioned dramatically near the entrance that Valentine had fought against for weeks before finally, exhaustedly, surrendering."You look like you're about to be sick," Christopher observed, adjusting Magnus's bow tie in the small anteroom where the groomsmen had gathered, Valentine somewhere on the other side of the building with his own small group."I am not about to be sick," Magnus said, entirely unconvincingly, his hands shaking slightly as he smoothed down his lapels for the fifth time in as many minutes. "I have simply never wanted anything to go this perfectly in my entire life, and the pressure of that is doing something concerning to my digestive system.""You proposed to him on a rooftop
DIAMOND HART SEVENTY-SEVEN
Heather had been turning the ring over in her jacket pocket for two weeks, ever since watching Sorcha cry happy tears through Starr's entire wedding speech, ever since realizing, with a clarity that had startled her, that she wanted exactly this kind of day for herself, and specifically for herself with this particular loud, warm, endlessly generous woman who had somehow talked her way past every careful boundary Heather had built over years of protecting her own heart.She chose their apartment for it, deliberately, no elaborate rooftop or candlelit restaurant, just the small, cluttered space they'd moved into together only weeks earlier, boxes still stacked in corners neither of them had gotten around to unpacking, because she wanted Sorcha to understand that this proposal wasn't about spectacle. It was about the ordinary, comfortable, unremarkable life she wanted to keep building with her, one cluttered box at a time."You're being weird," Sorcha said, wandering int
DIAMOND HART SEVENTY-SIX
The reception spilled out onto a wide lawn strung with the same warm lights from the ceremony, long tables set beneath a canopy of trees, the smell of jollof rice and grilled meat drifting from a catering setup Sorcha had insisted include every dish that mattered to their family. Starr sat at the head table beside Christopher, her new ring catching the last of the evening light, watching the whole scene unfold with a happiness so complete it almost felt unfamiliar."Time for speeches," Magnus announced loudly, tapping his glass with far more enthusiasm than the utensil probably deserved, standing before anyone had officially cued him. "As best man, and honestly, as the man most responsible for this entire relationship existing in the first place, I demand the floor.""You did not single-handedly cause this relationship," Starr called out, laughing."I dragged you to that club, didn't I?" Magnus said, unbothered. "I rest my case." He cleared his throat theatrical
DIAMOND HART TWELVE
Days had passed and it was almost the weekend. Starr was feeling unusually fatigued and simply wanted to rest. She had woken early to go to work, but ended up not being able to. So, she decided to rest at home and call in sick."Go to the hospital," Magnus commanded Starr
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DIAMOND HART SIX
Starr was distracted for the umpteenth time that day, thinking back about the time she had with Chris. She smiled to herself a bit, feeling like a teenage girl with a crush. She couldn't help it. Anytime she tried to focus, her body reminded her of how good that night had felt. It took everything
DIAMOND HART FIVE
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