Chapter 10 - Friday Was Never Cancelled Again

Three months later, the mansion looked almost the same.

That was what surprised me.

Same chandeliers.

Same long dining table.

Same lake beyond the windows.

But the house felt different because nobody was pretending the past had to disappear for the future to begin.

Sarah’s photograph returned to the hallway.

Sophie chose the frame.

Blue.

Not gold.

Luca said nothing about whether it matched the décor.

He learned.

So did I.

Victor Bellini pleaded guilty to financial fraud and obstruction.

Michael Keane cooperated and received a reduced sentence.

Investigators confirmed again that Sarah’s death had been an accident.

That mattered to Luca more than I expected.

Not because it made losing her easier.

Because he no longer had to turn her death into another enemy he failed to see coming.

Some things were simply losses.

Not plots.

Not punishments.

Losses.

Vanessa did not return to the mansion.

She sent Sophie one letter each month.

Sophie chose whether to read them.

The first, she ignored.

The second, she opened.

The third, she placed in a drawer.

No one asked why.

Luca kept his promise.

That might have been the biggest change.

He stopped answering for her.

Friday movies came back.

Sunday breakfast came back.

Tuesday homework became Luca pretending he remembered fifth-grade fractions.

Saturday pancakes came back too.

His first batch was terrible.

Sophie ate two anyway.

One Friday evening, I walked into the TV room carrying popcorn.

Sophie was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Luca was on the couch.

Between them sat the old wedding rule card.

Taped together.

I stopped.

“Why is that here?”

Sophie grinned.

“We made new rules.”

Luca looked embarrassed.

That made me nervous.

Sophie picked up the card.

On the back, in purple marker, she had written:

MORETTI HOUSE RULES.

1. Nobody loses dinner.

2. Mom’s name is always allowed.

3. Friday movies can only be cancelled by Sophie or Dad.

4. Pancakes are allowed to be ugly.

5. Nobody has to call anyone Mom unless they want to.

6. Claire is allowed to meddle.

I stared at number six.

Luca smiled.

“I objected.”

“No, you didn’t,” Sophie said.

“I considered objecting.”

She handed me the marker.

“You need to sign.”

I laughed.

“Why?”

“Because you started it.”

I looked at Luca.

He was watching his daughter.

Not his phone.

Not the doorway.

Her.

I signed.

CLAIRE DAWSON.

Sophie signed beneath me.

Then Luca.

She framed the card the next week.

Right beside the kitchen.

Months earlier, Vanessa had used rules to make Sophie feel like love could be earned and lost.

Now Sophie had written rules that said exactly the opposite.

That night, after she went upstairs, Luca stopped me in the hallway.

“Claire.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Stop calling me sir.”

I smiled.

“That sounds dangerous.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

He laughed.

Then his expression softened.

“I never thanked you.”

“You did.”

“No.”

He looked toward the kitchen.

“You handed me the card.”

I shook my head.

“Sophie told the truth.”

“You made sure someone listened.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then I said:

“She shouldn’t have needed me to.”

“I know.”

He did not defend himself.

That was another thing he had learned.

He walked toward the staircase.

Then stopped.

“Claire?”

“Yes?”

“Friday night.”

“What about it?”

“Sophie says you’re required.”

I folded my arms.

“House rule?”

“Apparently.”

I looked toward the framed card.

“She runs a strict operation.”

He smiled.

“She learned from experience.”

Friday came.

At seven, we sat in the TV room.

Sarah’s photograph was on the shelf.

Popcorn was everywhere.

Sophie argued for an animated movie.

Luca lost.

Halfway through, she leaned against him.

Ten minutes later, she stretched her feet across my lap.

Luca looked at me.

“Comfortable?”

“No.”

Sophie opened one eye.

“Rule seven.”

I frowned.

“There is no rule seven.”

“There is now.”

“What is it?”

She smiled without sitting up.

“Family stays.”

The room went quiet.

Luca looked at her.

Then at me.

I looked toward Sarah’s photograph.

Not replaced.

Not erased.

Still part of the room.

Still part of Sophie.

Still part of Luca.

And somehow, that no longer meant there was no space for anything new.

Luca reached for the popcorn.

Sophie slapped his hand away without opening her eyes.

“My bowl.”

He looked offended.

I laughed.

The movie continued.

Outside, Chicago lights reflected across the lake.

Inside, nobody was being tested.

Nobody was being punished for remembering.

Nobody was waiting in an empty TV room because an adult had decided love needed distance.

Friday had come back.

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