Naomi’s POV

The sunlight streamed through the soft curtains, creating golden lines on the marble floor. It was early—too early for Miranda’s school alarm and too late for peaceful sleep. I was sitting in my robe by the window, holding a mug of warm lemon water, looking down at the digital invitation displayed on my tablet screen.

Closing Keynote – Naomi Montego-Darlington.

Alone. Not “& Raymond.” Not “Mrs. Darlington.” Just me.

My name.

At the very bottom of the program, ...