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The Note

August 25, 2026 · Part 4 of 10 · 2 min

They ended up at a café two blocks from the park, Poppy occupied with a hot chocolate and a coloring placemat, close enough to watch but far enough not to hear — or so the adults told themselves.

"Tell me," Weston said. "All of it."

So Naomi told him. Seven years ago, six weeks after he'd left for the Singapore expansion, a car had pulled up outside the bakery where she worked. Constance Calder had gotten out of it herself — no assistant, no driver hovering — and asked, very politely, if they could talk.

"She said you'd changed your mind," Naomi said, staring at her cup instead of his face. "That the family had already found someone more — *suitable*. That you'd asked her to handle it because you didn't have the stomach to do it yourself. She was very convincing, Weston. She cried, even. Said she hated being the one to tell me."

"I didn't—" His voice cracked. "I was in Singapore for four months. I called you every night the first three weeks and then the calls stopped going through and I thought — I thought you'd just — "

"I didn't even know I was pregnant yet." Naomi said it flatly, like she'd practiced saying it without breaking. "Not when she came. I found out three weeks after I'd already left the city, already changed my number, already signed the paper she put in front of me."

"What paper?"

Naomi reached into her bag — not for show, this had clearly lived folded in the lining pocket for years, the way people keep the one piece of evidence they never quite trust themselves to throw away. A photocopy, soft with handling. A settlement note. A number with several zeroes. And beneath it, a signature in looping, unmistakably elegant handwriting.

*C. Calder.*

Weston stared at it for a long time. His mother's handwriting. Her actual signature, not a rubber stamp, not an assistant's forgery.

He set his coffee down very carefully, like he didn't trust his own hand.

"I need to see her," he said. "Right now."

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