Switch Mode

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 34

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 34

round the conference table nodded slightly. I knew many of them had walked similar pathsearning their positions through merit rather than pedigree

While I regretted missing the opportunity to attend an Ivy League school because the Wrights disapprovedperhaps to maintain better control over my futureI had never abandoned my pursuit of a design career, nor felt inferior because of my educational background

Easy for you to say, Melissa scoffed. But Gold Coast clients expect professional credentials. Do you really think you understand the core principles of luxury interior design?” 

I glanced around the room, noting that Thomas, our general manager, was quietly observing everything. This was my chance to prove myself

Since we’re discussing professional credentials, I’m curious,I picked up my notepad, my tone friendly yet carrying unmistakable confidence. Melissa, could you explain the application of axial relationships in spatial planning? Particularly in open public areas like the ones in our project?” 

Melissa’s smile froze. She cleared her throat. That’s aboutthe connectivity of spaces.” 

Could you be more specific?” 

Silence

Perhaps you could tell everyone how the concept of chiaroscuro influences our lighting design decisions?” 

Victoria shifted uncomfortably in her seat, while Melissa’s face had begun to flush

Iit’s a kind ofart technique,she stammered

I nodded gently. It is indeed an art technique, originating from the Renaissance, dealing with light and shadow contrast. In interior design, it guides us in creating depth and mood, as I detailed on page three of my proposal.” 

I turned to address the entire team. I understand the value of academic credentials, but in this industry, what truly matters is handson experience and the ability to continuously learn. I may not have a degree from RISD or Parsons, but I have four years of frontline design experience and complete dedication to every project.’ 

Mark, a senior designer who had been with the company for eight years, suddenly started applauding. Well said, Cedar. I’ve seen too many designers with impressive degrees but no talent. Your proposal is the most creative I’ve seen in years.” 

Several other veteran employees joined the applause. Thomas smiled slightly, obviously pleased with the turn of events

Melissa’s face turned crimson as she hurriedly gathered her files and stood up. I have another appointment,she muttered, practically fleeing the 

conference room with Victoria close behind

When this ended, Thomas approached me. Well handled, Cedar. That’s why you’re in that positionnot because of your credentials, but because you have

1/3 

3:59 pm

Chapter 34 

clear understanding of yourself and know how to prove your worth.” 

I smiled gratefully. In this industry, what ultimately speaks volumes is ability and results, not diplomas hanging on a wall

Back at my desk, I overheard Mark and Jen discussing in hushed tones by the coffee station

Mr. Sterling’s been here three times this week, Mark said. “Coleman wouldn’t say much, but I heard it’s about the kidAiden.” 

The heir?len raised her eyebrows. Isn’t he like, seven?” 

0.61 

Six,Mark corrected. Apparently Sterling wants him to understand the business from the ground up. Poor kid, having that much responsibility already.” 

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. At six, children should be building with blocks, not being groomed to take over design empires. I recalled the 

serious little boy, how he’d stood with perfect posture beside his father, observing everything with those intelligent eyes

By six o’clock, most of the office had cleared out. I stayed to organize my desk, wanting to start fresh tomorrow. The confrontation with Melissa had been 

draining, but I felt a quiet satisfaction. I’d held my ground professionally, without stooping to their level

When I finally made my way down to the lobby, the evening rush hour was in full swing. Chicago’s streets were crowded with commuters, and the first drops 

of an early autumn rain had begun to fall. I was contemplating the long wait for a rideshare when a familiar voice called my name

Ms. Wright?” 

Turning, I found myself looking at Aiden Sterling, standing beneath the awning of our building

Aiden? What are you doing here?” 

I had a meeting with Mr. Coleman regarding some operational aspects of Nest Design,he replied with that eerily adult cadence. I should understand how 

our subsidiaries function.” 

I nodded, trying not to show my surprise at a sixyearold using phrases like operational aspectsand subsidiaries.” 

I noticed you were leaving,he continued. Getting a taxi during rush hour can be quite inefficient. Our driver could take you home, if you’d like.” 

I hesitated, seeing the sleek black car idling at the curb. That’s very kind, but I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

It’s no imposition.” Something in his expression softened slightly. Consider it gratitude for defending me yesterday.” 

The rain began to fall harder, and the rideshare app on my phone showed a fifteenminute wait time. Looking at Aidena child being forced to grow up too 

quickly, yet still showing unexpected kindnessI found myself nodding

Thank you, Aiden. That would be helpful.” 

In the car, Aiden sat with perfect posture, hands folded in his lap. I gave the driver my address in Wicker Park, feeling strangely selfconscious about my modest apartment destination

Is your father expecting you home soon?I asked, trying to make conversation

*Father is in meetings until eight.He glanced at me. So today was your first dayhow did it go, Ms. Wright?” 

It was good. I’m enjoying the work here so far, though there are some challenges. And I’m still working on building relationships with my colleagues,I said 

2/3 

Chapter 34 

honestly

People underestimate you,he stated matteroffactly. They do that with me, too, because of my age.” 

I blinked in surprise, turning to look at him more closely. I didn’t expect you to experience that.” 

I studied him, this strange little man in a child’s body. Does that bother you?‘ 

For a moment, something very childlike flickered across his facevulnerability, perhaps even loneliness. It’s irrelevant. Perceptions change when results speak for themselves.” 

The car pulled up to my apartment building. It wasn’t shabby by any means, but certainly a far cry from the Gold Coast mansions the Sterlings occupied

Thank you for the ride, Aiden. It was very kind of you.” 

He nodded, then hesitated for a moment, his formal demeanor softening slightly. Actuallywould it be alright if I came up for some water?” 

Comments 

LIKE 

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

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

Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type:
The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn

“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.

Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Options

not work with dark mode
Reset