She didn’t linger long in Jonathan’s office. After quickly gathering her things, Marina turned and left.
Jonathan’s gentle voice followed her out.
“Good luck at Fashion Week.”
Marina shot him a bright smile over her shoulder. “Thanks,” she said, and disappeared out the door.
As soon as she was gone, the warmth faded from Jonathan’s face, replaced by a cold, unreadable expression. He picked up his phone from the desk and tapped through to his call log. The first entry was from Niamh.
He didn’t remember talking to her.
He called her back. The phone barely rang before Niamh’s voice came through.
“Jonathan?”
“It’s me,” he said. “I saw you called earlier. Was there something you needed?”
Niamh sounded a little caught off guard. For a moment, she silently wondered if Marina had told Jonathan about her call.
“I’m at Harmony Senior Residence with my mom,” she said, her voice betraying her nerves. “She… she wants to see you. Could you come by?”
Niamh wasn’t sure what answer to expect. After all, they were on the verge of divorce—asking him to visit her mother was strange, maybe even inappropriate. But Gemma had been insistent, going on and on about wanting to see Jonathan.
“I understand,” he said simply.
Before the call ended, that was all Niamh heard. She couldn’t tell if he planned to come or not.
An hour later, Jonathan showed up at Harmony Senior Residence.
Gemma lit up the moment he arrived. She became more animated, her eyes brighter, her mind suddenly clearer. Niamh felt a wave of relief watching her mother come alive again—but knowing it was Jonathan who sparked the change left her unsettled.
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