Chapter 127 The Slot To Closure
Chapter 127 The Slot To Closure
ARDEN
It’s been a week.
One long, gray–skied, heavy–hearted week..
Mr. Winters was arrested the same day with more than enough proof
The livestream, the testimonies and videos, the hidden passages in the cabin, and the army of students under his command–all of it was more than enough. He was disqualified instantly from the Practor candidacy. His name was spat upon across the regions. The public didn’t just turn their backs on him They were disgusted. Outraged. And rightfully so.
Elite Order Academy shut down for a full week. A rare, unprecedented break. Students who sided with Winters were suspended, most of them expelled, and several were arrested for full involvement in his plans, Jaxon and Kieran were among them. I saw their parents on the news one afternoon–begging. crying, pleading for their freedom. But the law wasn’t lenient. Not when it was my mom who had enforced it.
My chest tightened.
My mom…
Cade had continued with his candidacy despite everything. Every morning, he left at dawn. He always left with soft kisses and long hugs, promising he’d be back by sundown. He kept that promise, every single day. No matter how busy or how complicated the rebuilding process had become, he always came back. Not once did he complain when I barely spoke. Not once did he flinch when I didn’t smile.
Tessa stayed with us, too. She had been recovering quickly. Sometimes I’d hear her and Cade exchanging light banter in the living room, their laughter muffled by my closed door. But most of the time, it was quiet in the house.
A soft knock broke the silence today.
I turned to the door.
“Arden?” It was Tessa’s voice. “Lunch?”
I hesitated, but then nodded. I wasn’t sure if she sensed the nod, but she opened the door anyway.
She walked in slowly, a tray in hand, her movements light. She set the tray on my bedside table and sat at the edge of my bed.
“Cade’s numbers are looking good,” she said softly, “Really good. They’re already calling him the people’s Alpha. Even East and West territories are backing him more openly now.”
I smiled, or at least, I think I did. My lips moved, but I didn’t feel it.
“That’s… that’s good,” I murmured
She nodded, but I could feel the weight in her eyes.
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My mom was gone,
Buried.
Buried far, far from me. I wasn’t even there. I wasn’t allowed to be. It was her will–her final with. A remote funeral with no ceremony.
And in turn, no closure.
I didn’t cry when they told me she had been buried.
But grief is strange.
It doesn’t ask for permission.
It doesn’t come when you expect it..
It
creeps in during the in–betweens–the spaces between laughter, the seconds before sleep, the bite of cold wind on your cheek.
These last three days, I felt it. What I’d lost. What could have been. What we could’ve had.
“You need to eat. Arden.” Tessa murmured.
I nodded. I forced myself to pick up the spoon. It felt like a mountain just to swallow a bite.
“I’ll give you space,” she said, standing.
I watched her go. I waited until the door closed, and then I leaned back into my pillows, eyes shut tight
But there was no peace.
There was no sleep.
I don’t even know how long I lay there in that state between waking and dreaming–until I felt the bed shift beside me.
I opened my eyes.
-Cade was there, smiling softly.
“Hey,” he whispered, brushing hair out of my face.
The second I saw him, I broke down.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the tears falling before I could stop them. “I should be happy. I should be grateful. But I don’t know how to feel anything right now.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Don’t invalidate yourself,” he said, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. “You’ve been through hell. You don’t need to rush anything. I’m not going anywhere.”
Ishook my head, the lump in my throat growing. “Did your campaign go well today?” I asked, trying 104
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change the topic.
He paused for a moment and then said quietly. “I didn’t go to a campaign today.”
I frowned. “What?
“I skipped it.”
“Why?”
“I got you this,” he said, and slowly opened his hand.
In his palm was the necklace. The necklace that used to hang around my mom’s neck.
I stared at it, the tears starting again in full force.
“I thought you might want to keep it,” Cade said softly. “I found it. I know it’s not much. But I thought she’d want you to have it.”
I reached out with trembling fingers, curling them around the pendant.
It was still warm and still smelled faintly like her.
“I miss her, I whispered. “So much.”
I didn’t even get to spend a long time with her, but I still missed her.
“I know,” he said, pulling me into his arms.
And this time, I didn’t hold anything back. I let myself cry and fall apart.
And Cade, as always
held me together.
“It was difficult to retrieve,” Cade said gently, his voice breaking the silence that had wrapped around us like a blanket. “But when I found a small slot in your treasure box, I knew I had to find it for you.”
My brows drew together. I lifted my gaze to meet his, but he was already looking at me.
“And I have an idea,” he continued, holding out the necklace. “Bethany wanted you to have this. I think… she meant for it to lead you somewhere. Or to something.”
My heart stuttered,
I turned to him slowly, swallowing “How?” I whispered.
Cade smiled softly, eyes warm, but tired. “I’ll leave you for a while, baby,” he said, brushing his lips against my forehead. “You deserve to discover it yourself.”
And just like that, he left the room, his footsteps retreating down the hallway.
For a moment, I just sat there, my heart thudding hard, unsure what to expect
My fingers moved on their own. I reached beside me and pulled the small box from the top drawer of my desk.
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I never noticed anything strange about it.
Until now.
I turned it over in my hand.
There–barely noticeable–was a minuscule slot at the bottom. My breath hitched. He was right. There was a slot. When did he notice it? I never would’ve.
Cade. I thought, heart swelling despite the ache. He was so attentive
My fingers trembled as I picked up the necklace.
I turned it gently, feeling the soft edges of the stone, and slowly guided it toward the tiny slot in the bottom of the box.
It slid in perfectly.
And then, it opened.
