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The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 37

The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Uninished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 37

Chapter 37 

Aiden’s POV 

Cedar lifted me onto the chair at her dining table. Her apartment was small but surprisingly warmnothing like our Sterling mansion with its echoing hallways and perfect, untouched surfaces. Here, everything felt lived in

Of course you can stay for dinner,she said, handing me a fork with a gentle smile. Though I can’t promise it’ll be as good as what your family’s chef 

makes

I took a bite and shook my head. Actually, it’s better. It tastes likehome. I like it.” 

From across the table, I noticed Oliver watching us with a scrunchedup face. He lookedupset? I’d studied enough psychology books from Father’s library to recognize jealousy. The thought was fascinatinghe was worried about sharing her with me

Oliver, what are you thinking about? Look, I made your favorite mac and cheese,Cedar said, spooning a generous portion onto his plate

The transformation was immediate. Oliver’s face brightened like someone had flipped a switch. Thanks, Mom! This is the best mac and cheese ever! I’ve never had any this good!” 

Cedar shook her head with a smile. It’s not nearly as impressive as those dishes you ordered. That was restaurant quality.” 

The affection in her eyes as she looked at Oliver made something twist inside my chest. Father had never looked at me that waywith pure, uncomplicated love. Father’s approval always came with conditions: perfect grades, perfect behavior, perfect everything

Dinner finished in an awkward vibe. By eight o’clock, Oliver was fidgeting in his chair

It’s my bedtime,he announced, giving me a pointed look. Aren’t you going home soon?” 

I met his gaze steadily. Are you that eager to get rid of me?” 

This is my house, Oliver shot back, hands on his hips. I can’t sleep with strangers around!” 

Oliver!Cedar frowned as she returned from washing dishes. Is that how we treat guests? That’s not acceptable behavior.” 

Sorry, Mom,he mumbled immediately, his defiance collapsing

Cedar dried her hands on a dishtowel. You need to apologize to Aiden, not to me.” 

Oliver lifted his head, lips pressed tightly together, clearly struggling with the idea of apologizing

It’s okay, Ms. Wright,I said quietly. Oliver’s rightI’m a stranger in his home, I understand. Henderson is waiting for me downstairs. I should go home 

now

I’ll walk you to the door,she offered, untying her apron

At the doorway, I hesitated. My heart was pounding strangely, I’d never asked for anything like this before, but something about this apartment, about her

made me want to return

Ms. Wright, I said, feeling my face grow warm. Could Ivisit again sometime?” 

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Chapter 37 

Of course you can, Aiden,she replied without hesitation

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Thank you. Good night, Ms. Wright.” 

The black Audi was waiting as promised when I exited the old brick building. Henderson held the door open with his usual efficiency

Young Mr. Sterling, there were several meetings at Sterling Design Group this evening that required your input. I’ve rescheduled them as you instructed.” 

I stared out the window at the passing streets of Wicker Park, so different from the manicured perfection of the Gold Coast. Henderson, why would Oliver prefer staying in this old apartment building rather than coming home with us?” 

Henderson considered the question carefully as he navigated through traffic. Mr. Sterling can bedemanding. And young Oliver frequently tests 

boundaries. Perhaps he’s avoiding consequences.” 

I traced patterns on the leather seat, unconvinced. There was something deeper here, something I couldn’t quite grasp yet. Oliver seemed genuinely attached to Ms. Wrightnot playing some elaborate game to avoid Father

The car pulled through the gates of our lakefront estate. Three stories of glass and limestone gleamed against the night sky, architectural spotlights 

illuminating the awardwinning design my grandfather had commissioned decades ago

Young Master Aiden,Parker, our house manager, greeted me at the entrance

I nodded in acknowledgment, then paused. Parker, isn’t the Chicago Design Foundation hosting their annual charity auction tomorrow evening?” 

Yes, sir.” 

*If there are any suitable jewelry pieces availablesomething elegant, nothing flashypurchase them. I’d like to give someone a gift.” 

Parker didn’t question why a sixyearold was requesting expensive jewelry. He simply nodded. I’ll handle it personally, sir.” 

As I walked up the grand staircase to my wing of the house, I heard the familiar clicking of stiletto heels against marble. I tensed immediately, recognizing 

the sound

Aiden, sweetheart! There you are!” 

Daisy BlackAria’s ballet instructoremerged from the east drawing room, her red lips curved into what I suppose she thought was a motherly smile

I’ve been waiting to see you,she cooed, bending down to my level. Her perfumesomething expensive with notes of jasmineclouded around me. How

was your day, darling?” 

I stepped back slightly. Fine, thank you, Ms. Black,” 

Please, call me Daisy.She reached out to straighten my already straight collar. “I was just waiting for your father to discuss something about Aria. He seems to be running late tonight.” 

The way she glanced toward the entrance told me everything I needed to know

*Father is in meetings until late,I replied, maintaining the polite but distant tone he had taught me to use with people who wanted something from us. There’s a project proposal that requires his personal attention.” 

Her smile faltered slightly. Oh, I see. I had hoped to discuss Aria’s upcoming showcase with him.” 

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I doubted Aria’s showcase was the primary agenda. Ms. Black had been orchestrating these accidentalencounters with increasing frequency over the past three months. Henderson had mentioned that she’d asked detailed questions about Father’s schedule twice last week

I’ll let him know you stopped by,I said with practiced courtesy. Parker can show you out. Good night, Ms. Black.” 

I turned and continued up the stairs before she could respond, hearing her frustrated sigh behind me. Father had explicitly instructed us to be polite to Daisy-She’s the most acclaimed children’s ballet instructor in the Midwestbut he hadn’t said we had to entertain her obvious ambitions

In my room, I sat at my desk and opened my sketchbook, but instead of drawing, I found myself thinking about the differences between Daisy’s calculated warmth and Daisy’s genuine kindness. One felt like a performance; the other felt likehome

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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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