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Chapter 37
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2025-03-14 21:47:14
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[Vanessa]My body freezes as I step out of the car.It’s like something out of my nightmares, seeing my home, my sanctuary, burning to ash before my eyes. And even though I am standing half a block away, I can feel the heat of the flames as if they were licking my arms, the smoke making me gag even though the air was clear around me. It felt like I was in the middle of the inferno, not several houses back. “Mama,” Malory whimpers, her voice small like she was still my little girl as she takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “Mama, is that…our house.” I nod, unable to speak. “It’s just like my dream,” she swallows, her body shaking. “Like all of my dreams.” Startled, I turn my head until our gazes lock. The image of flames dance across her hazel eyes as she looks forward, her eyes unfocused. It was happening again, just like before. I was losing my daughter to her nightmares. Malory has been in weekly therapy for night terrors since shortly after returning from the island. At firs
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This was the third call in three weeks. Malory was an exceptional child in every way–academically gifted, astonishingly creative, and physically capable. She could be anything she wants to be someday when she grows up. If only she could make it through a year of school without breaking someone’s nose or overturning a classroom. “What did she do this time?” I soigh, pinching my nose. “Is the other child okay? Were there any broken bones?”“This isn’t a joke, Ms. McCannon,” the principal snaps. “The boy may need stitches.” “Oh, I know it isn’t a joke,” my sigh deepens. “Can you please just tell me what happened?” “She was in another fight, Ms. McCannon,” The principal begins. “This time with an 8th grade boy. One of our foreign exchange students. They had a...misunderstanding.” “I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” I respond curtly hanging up as a thousand unanswered questions bubble to the surface of my thoughts.Malory had been doing so well at this new school. But now...it's like some
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People say that when you are close to death, you see your entire life flash before your eyes. They were right. Only I didn’t see one life, I saw two. The first life plays quickly, like a half remembered movie. I grow up. My mother dies. My father does the best he can alone. I see my first day of Kindergarten and then skip ahead to my first day at Stanford, when I met my husband William. Finally his death on the island so far from home. And then, in the space of a breath, my memories shift. Like flicking on a light, the images change, becoming clearer–more than just flashes, they have scent, taste, touch…I see a lost little girl with long brown pigtails standing in a road, a car barreling towards her. I felt the rush of my heart as I raced out to scoop her into my arms. She calls me “Mama,” melting my heart with Malory’s hazel eyes. There is a man. He has the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, like falling into a midnight ocean. As he approaches, he assesses me with those shrewd, r
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“This cathedral,” I continue, “is in Manhattan. I’ve never been to Manhattan. I’ve never been to New York. And yet…here it is. It’s the same. It’s exactly the same!” “How can you be sure?” My therapist interrupts. “Gothic cathedrals all tend to look fairly similar. Maybe you saw this cathedral, or another like it, in another magazine or maybe on a wedding blog,” Kay suggests. “Maybe you’re reading too much into this. Dreams are often strange when you're under a lot of stress. Maybe consider taking some time off from wedding planning. A day away from all of it might be just what you need." After we hang up, I consider her words as I put on my running clothes. Maybe I should leave the kids with my dad and take a relaxing trip up the coast to take my mind off of everything? My doorbell rings. “Ah, it must be Charley,” I grin, looking out the window to see my serious-faced friend. She had started out as my personal trainer assigned to me by the gym when I started working out again afte
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[Vanessa] In one week, I’ll be Mrs. James Peterson Wright. I should be excited. No, I am excited. And yet…something feels off. “I had that dream again. I’ve been having it every night for the last two months,” I confess as I speak to my therapist, a lovely woman on the East Coast who communicates with me via Zoom. I hadn’t spoken to her in years, but then one day last week she reached out to me and I felt a need to talk to someone who knew me BEFORE I became JPW’s girlfriend. Someone who remembered the dream. “You know the dream, the one with the yellow roses,” I remind her.My therapist, Kay, nods. “When did they start again,” she types swiftly, inputting data into my file. “A rough estimate will be fine.” Her green eyes flash behind chic wire-rimmed glasses as she looks away from her computer long enough to catch my gaze, waiting for my response.“Oh, I can tell you the exact night they started,” I smile despite my inner exhaustion. “Monday, March 18th. The day after our e
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[Seven Years Later]“Daddy, when are you going to be done?” Large green eyes blink up at me from behind clear, rhinestoned glasses, her little pink button nose resting along the edge of my large, oak desk. It is Hunter’s old desk, one that I took over when I replaced him as CEO after his disappearance seven years ago. Placing a finger on my lips, I signal for her to be quiet as I cover the receiver and whisper. “Maggie Rose, where is your nanny?”“Changing Mickey,” she whines a bit too loudly, her nose crinkling with disgust as a loose curl bounces just outside of what had once been a tight ballet bun. “She told me to go play because ‘she needed a break.’”“What did you do this time, Miss Margaret?” I hiss, leaning forward as I pull my glasses down over the ragged scar across my nose–a physical reminder when I almost died in the field. Since healing, I’ve been on desk duty, running Grant Group full time while my wife, Katelyn, managed BLACK EAGLE in addition to THE NEST. “And how
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