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The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 51

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 51

Chapter 51 

Cedar’s POV 

I stood in the crowd, momentarily frozen by the sudden commotion. One second Selena was standing before me with that calculating gleam in her eyes, trying to pressure me into accepting a glass of champagne, and the nextchaos. A small figure darted through the crowd, and before I could process what was happening, Selena’s dress dropped to the floor. Her horrified scream pierced through the elegant murmur of the gala, and all eyes turned toward her exposed form

My stomach tightened with a mix of shock andif I’m being honesta flicker of satisfaction. But the feeling dissipated almost instantly when I realized this momentary revenge brought me no real joy

After a moment’s hesitation, I turned and walked to the coatroom, retrieving a pashmina wrap I’d left there earlier. The rational part of. my brain whispered that I should just walk away, let her handle her own disaster for once. But something deeper pushed me back toward the scene

When I returned, I draped the wrap over Selena’s exposed shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the crowd of onlookers whose expressions ranged from shock to poorly concealed amusement

Cover yourself,I said quietly

It wasn’t out of kindness, really. I simply couldn’t stand watching another woman being scrutinized and judged for her body. No matter our differences, the Wright family had raised me, and this small gesture cost me nothing. Besides, despite everything, I refused to sink to her level of cruelty

Selena clutched at the wrap like it was a lifeline, pulling it tightly around her nearly exposed figure. When she looked up to thank whoever had helped her, her expression transformed instantly from relief to hatred

Cedar, she spat, her voice trembling with rage. You came to enjoy the show, didn’t you? You’re dying to see me humiliated, dying to see me ruined. You worthless bitch! Everything that’s happening tonight is your fault! I won’t let you get away with this!” 

I felt my face harden as familiar disappointment washed over me. Of course she would blame me. In Selena’s world, she was perpetually the victim, and I was forever the villain. A cold weariness settled in my chestI’d extended an olive branch, and she’d tried to stab me with it. Again. After all these years, nothing had changed. She would never see me as anything but a threat to be eliminated

I didn’t- I began, but stopped myself. What was the point? She wouldn’t believe me anyway

Before I could step back, she lunged at me, fingers clawing for the delicate fabric of my evening gown. I could see the intent in her eyes- she wanted to tear my dress to shreds, to expose me to the same cruel spotlight she’d been under moments ago

I raised my arms instinctively, prepared to defend myself. Enough was enough. I’d spent years absorbing Selena’s attacks, always turning the other cheek, always walking away. But not tonight. I wouldn’t just stand there and let her assault me

But the attack never landed

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There was another sharp sound as someone intervened, and Selena was suddenly sprawled on the marble floor, looking even more disheveled than before. I looked up to see Ridley standing protectively in front of me, his tall frame an impenetrable barrier between 

Selena and myself

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My heart hammered in my chest, surprise mingling with a disturbing sense of security I hadn’t expected to feel in his presence. I hadn’t even realized he’d returned to the gala. I thought he’d left after our earlier conversation

Selena lay on the floor, the wrap now completely dislodged, leaving her exposed in a way that made even me uncomfortable. Her makeup 

was smeared, her carefully styled hair now a tangled mess

Ridleyshe whimpered, her voice transforming into something small and pleading. You said you had a surprise for me. I don’t need it 

anymorecould I just borrow your jacket, please?” 

Ridley didn’t even glance at her. The disgust in his eyes was palpable as he replied in a voice cold enough to frost the champagne glasses

If I’m not mistaken, the surprise has already been delivered to Wright Creatives.” 

As he spoke, a memory surfaced in my mind. It was from that time when Selena and Elara had come looking for me at the company

Ridley had helped me then, and I vaguely remembered him saying something about giving Selena a surprise. The thought made me pause 

could this entire fiasco be part of that? Though it seemed unlikely; after all, it was obviously just a child who had stepped on her dress

Still, what about that surprisefrom Wright Creative he’d mentioned? I decided not to overthink it. Whatever was going on, they deserved 

whatever they got

Selena seemed to realize this too, her eyes darting between us. It’s you!she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at me. You turned him 

against me, didn’t you? You’ve been whispering in his ear, telling him lies about me-” 

Remove her,Ridley interrupted sharply

Immediately, security personnel materialized from the edges of the room. They’d been watching the scene unfold with barely concealed 

interest, and now moved forward with alarming eagerness

Two large men grabbed Selena by her bare arms and began dragging her toward the exit. I caught the inappropriate glances they exchanged, saw one of them accidentallybrush against her exposed skin. Selena’s horrified gasp was audible even across the nowsilent 

ballroom

Let go of me! I can walk myself out, you animals!she screamed, trying to wrench free from their grip

One of the guards smiled unpleasantly. Miss Wright is a bit unsteady tonight. We’d better escort her properly, wouldn’t want her to cause 

another scene.” 

As they hauled her away, the flash of cameras erupted near the exit. Tomorrow’s design blogs and society pages would be merciless

I stood frozen, unsure how to feel. Selena had made my life miserable for years. Now it was time for her to learn how to behave herself

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Ridley turned to face me, his expression unreadable. Are you alright?” 

I nodded slowly, but something about this entire mess left me on edge. The hatred in Selena’s eyes when she’d confronted me earlier was unmistakable that kind of grudge doesn’t just disappear

– 

If Wright Creative suffered any real damage from tonight’s disaster, I had no doubt she’d try to make it my fault somehow. A knot formed in my stomach as I realized I might need to start watching my back more carefully than ever

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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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