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The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 11

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 11

Chapter 11 

Oliver’s POV 

I pressed my eat against the door of Suite 412, bouncing on my toes. My heart was pounding super fast, but I couldn’t hear anything clearly. Just muffled voices. The bad feeling in my tummy got worse

I saw a gross man open the door for Mommy and let her in. He had mean piggy eyes and smelled like the yucky stuff Daddy sometimes drinks in his office 

when he thinks I’m asleep

Come on, come on, I whispered, pushing against the heavy door. It wouldn’t budge. I tried kicking it, but that just hurt my foot through my sneaker

This was all going wrong. Hunter was supposed to be with me, but that stupid security guard had to stop him at the entrance. Something about suspicious person.I’d managed to slip past while Hunter argued with him, but now I was alone, and Mommy might be in trouble

1 pressed my ear harder against the door. The voices got louder, and I heard something crash

That’s it,I muttered, stepping back. I needed Hunter. Now

1 raced down the hallway toward the elevator. The lobby was huge, with tall columns perfect for hiding behind. I peered around one, spotting Hunter still arguing with the security guard at the desk

Hunter caught my eye from across the lobby. I could tell he was annoyedhis left eyebrow was doing that twitchy thing it does when I’ve done something particularly troublesome. Well, too bad. This was an emergency

I scanned the situation. The security guard was big but slowlooking. Hunter was strong but stuck behind that stupid little gate thing. I needed a distraction

Taking a deep breath, I darted from behind the column. As I approached, I heard the guard saying to a visitor, Sir, without proper authorization from Mr. 

Sterling- 

Perfect timing. I slipped near the guard and stomped as hard as I could on his foot

OW!he yelled, spinning around

NOW!I shouted at Hunter

Hunter didn’t hesitate. He vaulted over the security desk in one smooth motion and scooped me up like a football. The guard lunged for us, but Hunter was already sprinting toward the elevator

Fourth floor!I directed as Hunter punched the button. Mommy’s in trouble!” 

The elevator doors closed just as the security guard reached them. I could hear him shouting into his radio

Young Master Oliver,Hunter said in that calmbutnotreallycalm voice, your father is going to fire me for this.” 

No, he won’t, I said confidently. I’ll tell him I kidnapped you.” 

Hunter made that funny snorting sound he does when he’s trying not to laugh. Where exactly are we going?” 

Suite 412! Mommy’s meeting with a bad man.” 

3:48 pm D

Chapter 11 

The elevator doors opened, and Hunter carried me down the corridor. We were almost to the corner when I heard familiar footsteps approaching from the 

other direction

Stop. I whispered urgently, but it was too late

We rounded the corner and nearly slammed right into Daddy

My heart stopped. Daddy was coming out of Suite 412, closing the door behind him. He looked surprised for a split second before his face hardened into that expression I knew too wellthe one that meant someone was in big trouble, and that someone was definitely me

Hunter froze, still holding me. I scrambled down from his arms, my mind racing

Oliver, Daddy said, his voice dangerously calm. What are you doing here?” 

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My brain was too busy trying to understand why Daddy was coming out of the room where Mommy was supposed to be meeting 

the bad man. Had he hurt her? Was she okay

No, I couldn’t let Daddy take me back. And I couldn’t rescue Mommy now. If Daddy found out I’d found her, he might prevent me from seeing her again

Instead, I grabbed Hunter’s hand and pulled him toward the exit

Stop this nonsense immediately!Daddy called after us, his voice echoing down the hallway

Hunter hesitated for only a second before lifting me again and sprinting toward the stairwell several steps away. I could hear Daddy’s footsteps behind us

He can’t catch us,I said into Hunter’s ear. He can’t know about Mommy.” 

Young master, this is getting out of hand-” 

Please, Hunter,I begged. He’ll take her away from me again!” 

Something in my voice must have convinced him, because Hunter pushed through the stairwell door and started down the steps two at a time

My mind was racing faster than we were running. If Daddy found out I was with Mommy, he’d never let me see her again. And if Mommy found out I’d been lying about not having a daddy, she might not want me anymore. The thought made my chest hurt worse than when I had pneumonia last winter

We need to get to the first floor and out the side exit,I instructed, my strategic mind taking over despite my pounding heart

Hunter nodded, his breathing steady as we descended. I could still hear Daddy’s footsteps above us, but they were getting fainter. Maybe we’d lose him

That hope vanished when we burst through the stairwell door into the firstfloor lobby. Standing directly in front of us, looking completely unsurprised, was 

Daddy

How did he- Hunter started

Elevator,I whispered, my heart sinking. That was a mistake

.A small, knowing smile played at the corner of Daddy’s mouth. He hadn’t even broken a sweat

That’s enough, Oliver,he said

This way!I whispered urgently, tugging Hunter’s hand. We raced down the corridor, passing several doors until we found ourselves in a back area of the 

2/3 

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building

Quick, in here!I pulled Hunter toward a small door marked Maintenance that turned out to be a janitor’s closet. We squeezed inside, surrounded by mops, buckets, and the strong smell of bleach and pine cleaner

Hunter carefully eased the door nearly closed, leaving just a tiny crack. We both held our breath as footsteps approached. Through the small opening. I could see Daddy walking slowly past our hiding spot, scanning the area. He didn’t look worried or even particularly angryjust mildly amused, which was 

somehow worse

After checking several doors down the hallway, he paused. I thought for a moment he might discover us, but then he turned away

Alright, Oliver. Let’s see what game you’re playing.I heard him say softly, almost to himself

I felt relieved as Daddy’s footsteps faded away

Hunter looked down at me in the dim light of the closet. Young Master, what exactly is our plan now?” 

I chewed my lip, thinking hard. Now we should find Mommy. I have to make sure she’s okay.” 

And what if your mom catches us following her? Hunter asked

I squared my small shoulders, feeling the weight of my mission. Then I’ll tell her the truth.I paused, reconsidering. No wait, that’s a bad idea. Let’s just be 

super sneaky so she doesn’t see us.” 

Hunter sighed, the way grownups do when they know they’re making a bad decision but are going to do it anyway. Alright, buddy. But maybe we should wait a few minutes before heading out.” 

Comments 

Roberta M. Kemp 

lol just love that little boy 

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn

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“The Child at Her Door”

Opening Scene — The Weight of Expectation

The story opens in a mirrored elevator climbing through a luxury hotel in downtown Chicago. Cedar Wright, twenty-six, straightens her gray pantsuit and rereads the text glowing on her phone screen:

[Don’t mess this up. This partnership is vital for the company.]

It comes from Jonathan Wright, her adoptive father and CEO of Wright Creatives, an elite design firm. The message is brief, sharp, and utterly typical of him—no encouragement, no trust, only pressure. For Cedar, it’s another reminder that, no matter how long she’s carried the Wright name, she remains an outsider expected to prove her worth.

As the elevator rises, each number on the panel feels like a countdown to judgment. This meeting with Brad Wilson, general manager of Wilson Group’s investment division, could determine the future of the family business—and, by extension, Cedar’s fragile standing within the Wright household. Her entire career, perhaps even her right to belong, rests on convincing a man who already doubts her.

The scene establishes not just a business deal but a personal trial. Cedar is not simply a young executive chasing success; she is a woman carrying the invisible weight of being adopted into ambition—someone raised to serve as both symbol and scapegoat for a powerful family’s public image.


The Meeting — Integrity vs. Corruption

Cedar’s meeting with Brad Wilson begins with professional politeness. She presents her portfolio, explains Wright Creatives’ design concepts, and outlines their market strategy. Her voice is steady; her arguments sound rehearsed yet sincere. For the first half hour, everything appears promising. Wilson nods, takes notes, and compliments her research on sustainable design—one of the firm’s key selling points.

Then the tone changes.

Wilson’s smile lingers too long. His chair edges closer. His questions drift from numbers to personal comments—her dedication, her appearance, her “ambition for success.” The air in the conference suite thickens with unspoken expectation.

Finally, he says it outright. “Your work is impressive,” he murmurs, lowering his voice, “but I need a little personal assurance before I commit the funds.”

When his hand brushes her arm, Cedar freezes. The line between business and harassment shatters in an instant. Years of professional discipline clash with the instinct to recoil. Yet she keeps her composure, standing straight and calm.

Her answer is simple but firm:

“Mr. Wilson, our proposal stands on its business merits alone. My personal time isn’t part of this negotiation.”

The refusal strips away Wilson’s pretenses. His expression turns cold. “You’re naive about how business works at this level,” he sneers.

Cedar closes her portfolio with measured dignity. “If that’s your condition for partnership, then our meeting is over.”

She leaves, heart pounding but head high. Wilson’s final words—“You’ll regret this decision”—echo behind her like a curse. She knows exactly what that means: he’ll call Jonathan. The deal will collapse. Her father will blame her. And yet, as she steps out into the rain, she feels a fragile spark of pride. For once, she has chosen integrity over fear.


Rain and Reflection

Outside, the world mirrors her turmoil. The sky has opened, rain spilling down the glass facade of the hotel. Cedar stands under the awning for a moment, watching cars hiss by on wet pavement. Her phone buzzes: three missed calls from Jonathan. She silences it. She’s not ready to face his fury.

As she orders an Uber to her apartment in Wicker Park, she notices how far that neighborhood feels from the Gold Coast, where the Wrights’ world exists—elegant, spotless, and cold. The physical distance between those two neighborhoods captures the emotional gulf between Cedar and her adoptive family. One side of the city glitters with status; the other simply survives.

In the Uber, raindrops race down the window like time she cannot stop. Her mind replays the last few months:

  • She’d secured a new sustainable-materials contract that cut production costs by fifteen percent.

  • Architectural Digest had published a feature mentioning her work—praise Jonathan instantly claimed as a “tribute to the Wright family legacy.”

Each success had been absorbed by the family’s brand, leaving Cedar invisible. Her achievements belonged to “the Wrights,” not to her.


Family Portrait — Love with Conditions

Cedar’s thoughts turn bitterly toward home. Jonathan is not the only one who undermines her. Elara Wright, her adoptive mother, hides cruelty behind composure. At a recent meeting, Elara’s biological daughter Selena presented Cedar’s bathroom-fixture design as her own. When Cedar protested, Elara silenced her with a stare sharp enough to draw blood.

“Family supports family, Cedar. Don’t be difficult.”

The words were delivered with polished civility, but their meaning was clear: know your place.

“Family.” The term has always been conditional for Cedar. She was adopted not from affection but from appearance—an orphan chosen to complete the picture of generosity that the Wrights sold to the world. In private, she was constantly reminded: You should be grateful we took you in.

At twenty-six, gratitude has become a chain. Every accomplishment must be payment for love that never truly existed.


Arrival Home — The Storm Outside and In

When the Uber stops, Cedar steps into heavier rain. Her modest building, a converted brownstone with creaky wooden stairs and tall windows, welcomes her like a quiet ally. It’s small, imperfect, but hers—the only space in Chicago that doesn’t judge her surname.

She fumbles with her keys, her mind already rehearsing how to tell Jonathan she has lost the Wilson deal. Then she notices something unusual near the doorway: a small, motionless figure crouched beside the steps.


The Boy in the Rain

A child—no older than six or seven—sits huddled against the wall, soaked through and trembling. His oversized navy hoodie clings to his tiny frame.

Cedar hesitates, instinctively softening her voice. “Hey there,” she calls. “Are you lost? Where are your parents?”

The boy lifts his head, and time seems to slow. His eyes—brilliant blue, clear even through tears—are eerily familiar. Something deep within her stirs, an unnameable recognition.

“Mommy, you’re finally back.”

The words strike like lightning. For a second, Cedar thinks she’s misheard him. She kneels down. “Sweetheart, you must be mistaken. I’m not your—”

But he continues, voice shaking: “They said you were dead, but I knew you weren’t. They’re liars.”

He sneezes, curls tighter, shivering violently. The rain has drenched him completely. Cedar touches his forehead—he’s burning with fever.

“Sweetheart, you’re very sick,” she says gently. “Let’s get you inside. We’ll call your parents.”

The boy sniffles. “Don’t have parents,” he whispers. “Just a father. He doesn’t want me anymore.”

The sentence slices through Cedar. He doesn’t want me anymore. She hears her own childhood echo in it—the endless years of trying to be wanted.

Then the boy looks up again, eyes glassy with fever but filled with fragile hope. “I have you now. I knew if I found you, everything would be okay.”

Before she can answer, he wraps his tiny arms around her waist. The embrace is desperate, pure, and heartbreakingly trusting.


Instinct Over Logic

Cedar’s rational mind screams that this must be a misunderstanding. Yet her heart refuses to push him away. The look in his eyes dissolves her defenses.

She asks softly, “What’s your name?”

“O-Oliver,” he says between sneezes.

“Okay, Oliver,” she murmurs. “We’ll get you warm and dry first, then figure everything out.”

“Can I stay with you?” he pleads. His small hand clutches her thumb. “Please don’t send me away.”

Before she can respond, his knees buckle. She catches him just as he faints, his forehead hot against her shoulder. Without thinking, she scoops him up and runs inside. The decision is instinctive, maternal, irreversible.


Shelter and Care

Inside the apartment, Cedar lays Oliver on the sofa, strips off his soaked hoodie, and wraps him in blankets. She moves quickly—towels, thermometer, water, soup mix—all while her mind races through possibilities. Missing child? Runaway? A setup?

When she returns, Oliver’s eyes are half-open, watching her through exhaustion. His lips part. “Mommy,” he murmurs again, gripping the edge of her jacket. “Please don’t go away again. Promise?”

Cedar’s throat tightens. The word Mommy shouldn’t pierce her so deeply, yet it does. She has never been anyone’s mother. She’s spent her life being the unwanted child. But at that moment, the roles invert—she becomes the protector.

She smooths his damp hair back and whispers, “I’m right here.”

He relaxes, drifting into feverish sleep, trust written across his small, flushed face.


Inner Conflict — The Heart Awakens

As rain drums against the windows, Cedar sits beside the sleeping boy, trying to process what has just happened. Her logical side insists she must call the police or child services; her conscience insists she can’t risk him being sent back to someone who “doesn’t want him.”

The reflection in the window shows two figures—the woman who has always felt unwanted, and the child who literally embodies abandonment. Their encounter feels like fate’s cruel joke or secret gift.

Cedar remembers her own arrival at the Wright mansion years ago: a silent teenager with a secondhand suitcase, standing on a marble doorstep while Elara smiled for the adoption-announcement photo. The flashbulbs captured charity; no one saw the loneliness behind it.

Now, as she looks at Oliver, she wonders if life has given her a chance to rewrite that story—from the other side.


Symbolism and Subtext

This chapter operates on two levels: the external events of a failed business meeting and a mysterious child’s appearance, and the internal awakening of Cedar’s suppressed humanity.

  • Rain symbolizes cleansing and transformation. When Cedar steps out of the hotel, she leaves behind the toxic expectations of the Wright world. By the time she reaches home, the storm delivers her something unexpected—an opportunity for redemption.

  • Eyes serve as mirrors of truth. Oliver’s blue eyes, identical to Cedar’s, hint at a hidden connection but also reflect her inner child—the part of her that still yearns for love.

  • Names carry weight. “Wright,” the surname she bears, represents correctness, duty, and artifice. “Oliver,” meaning peace or the olive tree, introduces warmth and new beginnings.

Through these motifs, the chapter transforms a realistic corporate drama into something tinged with destiny and emotional mystery.


Themes in Focus

  1. Female Integrity in a Corrupt World
    Cedar’s confrontation with Brad Wilson exposes the everyday compromises women are expected to make in male-dominated industries. Her refusal to trade dignity for advancement defines her moral core.

  2. Conditional Love and Adoption
    The Wright family adopted Cedar to enhance their public image, not out of love. The chapter paints a subtle critique of performative charity and emotional hierarchy within privileged families.

  3. Loneliness and Connection
    Both Cedar and Oliver are abandoned in different ways—she by emotional neglect, he by physical rejection. Their meeting becomes a symbolic bridge between two lost souls.

  4. Identity and Belonging
    Cedar’s dual existence—Wright by name, outsider by feeling—mirrors Oliver’s confusion about parentage. The uncanny resemblance between them hints at deeper questions of origin and fate.

  5. Rebirth through Compassion
    By choosing to care for Oliver instead of preserving her safety, Cedar takes her first step toward personal rebirth. The act of protection becomes her quiet rebellion against a world that taught her to be replaceable.


Character Analysis

Cedar Wright emerges as a complex heroine—strong, principled, yet aching for connection. Her dignity in rejecting Brad Wilson foreshadows her capacity to stand up to the Wrights themselves. The moment she shelters Oliver marks a turning point: she stops seeking validation from those who belittle her and instead listens to her own heart.

Jonathan Wright remains an unseen but powerful presence. His text message encapsulates his character—demanding, transactional, devoid of empathy. He symbolizes the patriarchal voice of capitalism, valuing performance over personhood.

Elara Wright represents cold social ambition. Her manipulation of familial roles (“Family supports family”) turns love into currency.

Selena Wright, though only briefly mentioned, serves as Cedar’s foil: the biological daughter who inherits everything effortlessly.

Brad Wilson embodies systemic sexism and moral rot in corporate culture. His proposition is both a personal violation and a metaphor for how the world tests women’s principles.

Oliver, the mysterious child, operates as the story’s emotional and symbolic catalyst. Whether he is truly related to Cedar or a stranger drawn to her, he forces her to confront buried trauma and to rediscover tenderness.


Narrative Tone and Structure

The chapter alternates between external realism (corporate settings, dialogue, Chicago geography) and internal lyricism (Cedar’s reflections, sensory details of rain and warmth). The pacing mirrors emotional progression: the sterile, tense rhythm of the business meeting dissolves into the intimate, heartbeat tempo of the domestic scene.

This tonal shift underscores the novel’s emerging arc—from a story of professional struggle to one of personal awakening and mystery.


Climactic Image — A Promise in the Rain

The chapter ends on a tender yet unsettling note. Oliver, half-asleep, whispers:

“Please don’t go away again. Promise?”

Cedar answers instinctively, “I’m right here.”

The words seal an unspoken bond. Outside, rain softens into drizzle, as if the city itself exhales. The reader senses that nothing in Cedar’s life will be the same again.

The woman who began the day as a subordinate seeking approval ends it as a protector responsible for another life. The tension between duty and compassion—between the family she was born into by law and the one that has literally arrived at her door—sets the stage for the chapters to come.


Foreshadowing and Future Questions

The closing image leaves several mysteries deliberately open:

  • How does Oliver know Cedar? Are they biologically connected, or has someone manipulated him into finding her?

  • Who is the “father” who no longer wants him—and could he link to the powerful networks surrounding the Wrights?

  • What consequences will Cedar face once Jonathan learns she both lost the Wilson deal and harbored a strange child?

These unanswered questions create immediate narrative tension, promising that the next chapters will merge emotional drama with unraveling secrets of lineage, betrayal, and fate.


Conclusion — The Turning Point

“Chapter 1: Cedar’s POV” functions as a complete emotional arc in itself—a microcosm of the novel’s central conflicts. It begins in a world of commerce and manipulation and ends in a moment of unexpected human connection.

Cedar enters the story defined by others: an adopted daughter, a junior executive, a name on Jonathan’s company letterhead. She exits the chapter defined by choice: a woman who refuses exploitation, defies corruption, and opens her door to vulnerability.

The rain cleanses more than her city streets; it washes away the residue of fear. When she whispers “I’m right here,” it is not only a promise to the fevered boy but a declaration to herself—a vow to stop disappearing inside other people’s expectations.

In a single storm-soaked evening, Cedar transforms from pawn to protector, from unwanted child to reluctant mother figure. And in that fragile, breathtaking transformation lies the seed of everything the story will become.

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