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The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 78

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 78

Chapter 78 

Cedar’s POV 

Oliver, shouldn’t you be in bed by now? I asked, unable to hide the smile forming on my lips as his face filled my laptop screen

I miss you so much, Mommy!His cherubic face beamed back at me, those mischievous dark eyes sparkling with excitement

My heart swelled with warmth. Is your daddy nearby?” 

Of course not! Guess where I am, Mommy?Oliver’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, clearly delighted with his secret

I studied the background behind him. Not artificial lighting, but natural daylight. It was evening in Chicago, which meantAre youin a different 

country?‘ 

Wow! You’re so smart!He giggled, bouncing slightly. We just got off the plane! I’m going to see Grandma! It’s almost her birthday, and I’m going to bring her back for her big party. You have to come to Grandma’s celebration, okay?” 

I hesitated, uncertain. Attend his grandmother’s birthday celebration? Would that be appropriate? But looking at his hopeful little face, those expectant eyes

I couldn’t bring myself to refuse

Alright, if your grandmother wouldn’t mind,I replied softly

Awesome! Grandma will like you too, Mommy,Oliver exclaimed, bouncing with excitement. Oh, and Mommy, since I can’t be with you for a while, I left you a special present to keep you company. You have to carry it with you all the time, okay? So whenever you look at it, you’ll think of me. I hid it under my 

pillow!” 

I was touched and a little ashamed that I hadn’t thought to give him something to remember me by. Thank you, Oliver. I promise I’ll keep it with me always. And I’ll think of you every day.” 

Master Oliver, the car is here,a familiar voice called from somewhere offscreen

I frowned slightly. That voice sounded remarkably like Hunter. Had they brought him along on an international trip? And did he just call him Master 

Oliver

Oops! Gotta go, Mommy! The car’s here. Go to sleep soon, okay? Love you!Oliver blew a kiss before abruptly ending our call

I waved goodbye. The restlessness that had plagued me all evening seemed to dissipate after talking to him. That’s the magic of children, I supposethey have this extraordinary power to make you believe the world is still beautiful, even when everything feels overwhelming

I walked to the bedroom and lifted Oliver’s pillow. Sure enough, there was a small box hidden beneath. Opening it, I froze in astonishment. Inside was a platinum ring with a sparkling gemstone. This was clearly expensivevery expensive. I hesitated, conflicted, but remembered my promise to Oliver. I slipped it onto my finger, making a mental note to prepare something equally special for when I saw him again

The next morning at Nest Design, I found myself staring at the project proposal on my desk, hesitating. It wasn’t a minor decision, but it wasn’t exactly major either. All I had to do was sign this document, and we’d be set

But Elara’s comments from last night kept echoing in my mind. After some deliberation, I decided to take the file to the top floor. Getting the CEO’s signature for a $1.2 million design collaboration seemed like the prudent thing to do, right

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I gathered the documents and nervously made my way to the executive level. The floor was eerily quietRidley Sterling ketely worked here, and there wasn’t even a reception area. Just the hollow sound of my footsteps against the polished terrazzo

As I approached the CEO’s office, preparing to knock, the doar swung open. I took a deep breath, about to announce myself, when I froze

Albert

Ridley’s assistant looked up, equally surprised to see me. He immediately straightened his posture and offered a deferential nod. Me Wright” 

Mr. Sterling isn’t in today?I asked, clutching the portfolio to my chest

No- Albert began, then quickly changed course. If you’d like to see Mr. Sterling, I can call him right away to let him know you’re here

Don’t!I exclaimed, my eyes widening. “That’s not I’m just here to report on a project. Albert, please don’t misunderstand

I understand nothing, Ms. Wright, he replied with an exaggerated gesture of discretion that accomplished exactly the opposite

I placed the portfolio on the desk, trying to maintain my professional composure. These are the concept boards and budget for our ecofriendly childress’s spaces collaboration. I thought Mr. Sterling might want to review it before final approval.” 

Ms. Wright, as Design Director, you’re fully authorized to make these decisions yourself. There’s no need to trouble Mr. Sterling with such details

I noticed Albert’s expression suddenly freeze, as if he’d just remembered something important. His eyes widened slightly before his professional mask süpped 

back into place

Actually,he backpedaled, Mr. Sterling is particularly invested in this sustainable design initiative. I think it would be best if he reviews this himself.” 

Before I could protest, Albert had already pulled out his phone and was dialing. I stood frozen, watching his fluid efficiency with mounting horror. Calling Ridley all the way here just to sign this relatively minor project proposal seemed incredibly excessive. Could I still make a graceful exit

Mr. Sterling, do you have time to come to Nest Design?Albert would ask. Ms. Wright is here specifically to see you.” 

I nearly choked at Albert’s choice of words. Specifically? That single word carried far too much implication

There was absolutely nothing between Ridley Sterling and meour relationship was strictly professional. How could Albert make it sound sosuggestive

Ridley’s POV 

My phone vibrated against the polished mahogany of the conference table. Every executive in the room glanced nervously in my direction, then quickly averted their eyes. I silenced it without looking down

The Milan project update, please continue,I instructed, my tone leaving no room for hesitation

The project manager swallowed visibly. Yes, Mr. Sterling. This quarter’s sales have been promising across most design collections, but we’re seeing concerning numbers with the new sustainable materials line. After analyzing the market response, we believe there may be issues with the aesthetic 

integration” 

The room temperature seemed to drop with each word. I could see beads of sweat forming on the man’s forehead despite the chill. My patience was wearing 

thin

My phone vibrated again. Twice in succession was Albert’s code for urgency. I raised my hand, and the room instantly fell silent. Not a single executive dared 

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to make a sound, regardless of their seniority. They all knew better

I picked up the phone, irritation tightening my jaw. What is it? The words came out crisp, barely containing my annoyance at the inderenuption

Mr. Sterling, do you have time to come to Nest Design? Albert’s voice came through. Ms. Wright is here specifically to see you.” 

I felt my eyebrow rise involuntarily. Cedar Wright was looking for me? Specifically

I’ll be there in twenty minutes, I replied, ending the call without further explanation

Looking up at the room of executives, I stood. This meeting is postponed until tomorrow. I expect solutions, not excuses, when we reconvene ” 

Without waiting for their response, I gathered my things and headed for the door

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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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