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What Friday Means Now

August 25, 2026 · Part 8 of 10 · 2 min

Poppy didn't want to talk about school pickup, which was how Naomi knew it had been bad.

She'd asked once, gently, in the car. Poppy had gone very quiet and stared out the window and said, "A man had a big camera and he said my name like he already knew me and it was scary," and then she hadn't said anything else the whole ride home, and Naomi's hands had stayed white-knuckled on the wheel the entire way.

By the time Weston showed up at their door that evening — no warning, no assistant trailing him, just him, looking like he hadn't slept — Poppy was curled against Naomi's side on the couch, not watching the cartoon playing in front of her.

"I'm putting a security team on the house," Weston said, before Naomi could even open the screen door properly. "And the school. Starting tonight. I should have done it the moment I found out about her, I just — I didn't think fast enough. I'm sorry."

Naomi looked at him for a long moment — really looked, the way you look at someone you've spent seven years deciding how to hate — and, for once, didn't argue.

"Okay," she said. "Okay. Come in."

Constance arrived twenty minutes later, no announcement, still in the pearls she'd worn to a board lunch, mascara smudged like she'd cried in the car and hadn't fixed it.

"I've called an emergency session," she told Weston, not sitting, energy coming off her like static. "Before Friday's vote. I'm putting Roland's authority on the agenda myself. I should have questioned him years ago and I didn't, and I am done being the reason this family gets hurt."

Weston's phone buzzed. Priya again.

*Roland's already been on the phone with two board members tonight. Says he has more than paperwork if this goes to a vote. Says he has recordings.*

Weston read it twice, then held the screen up for his mother and Naomi to see.

Constance's face didn't move, but something in her hands did — the same fine tremor Weston had seen the day he'd shown her Naomi's note.

"Then Friday," she said quietly, "we find out exactly what kind of man I trusted for eleven years."

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