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The untouched documents still covered his desk. Emails remained unanswered because every time he tried to focus, Jessica's words dragged him back to the night before."If you cared about me... you would've trusted me."He closed his eyes.He opened the same document three times and read the same line without understanding a single word.For years, Michael Carter had survived by keeping everything locked away. His fears. His weaknesses. His truths.But Jessica wasn't his enemy.She was his wife.And somehow, she was the one person he kept pushing away while trying to protect her.His phone vibrated across the desk.Detective Harris.Michael answered immediately. "What happened?" There was a brief silence on the other end.Then Harris spoke."Sir... we traced one of the numbers connected to the anonymous messages."Michael sat straighter. "And?""It wasn't a random number." Michael's fingers tightened around the phone. "What do you mean?"Harris took a breath."The phone was registered und

The stack of documents on his desk remained untouched. Emails piled up unanswered because every time Michael tried to focus, Jessica's voice dragged him back to the night before."If you cared about me... you would've trusted me." Jessica's voice echoed inside his head. He closed his eyes.He stared at the documents on his desk.Pages he had read a hundred times suddenly looked unfamiliar.For the first time, he wondered how many pieces of himself he had hidden from her.He had convinced himself he was protecting her. But what if protecting her was the very thing that was driving her away?His eyes drifted toward the hallway again. He almost walked after her. Almost. Michael Carter couldn't remember the last time he had been afraid to knock on a door.His phone vibrated across the desk.Detective Harris.Michael answered immediately. "What happened?""We found something.” "I thought the apartment had already been processed.""So did we."Harris sounded unusually serious."One of the fore

She volunteered to take every extra patient she could, hoping exhaustion would drown out her thoughts.The hospital was unusually busy that morning. Patients filled the waiting area, nurses hurried through the corridors, and doctors moved from one consultation room to another without stopping.Normally, throwing herself into work was enough.Today, nothing worked.Her hands moved automatically as she updated patient files, checked vital signs, and answered questions.Her mind wasn't in the hospital.It was still in Michael's bedroom.She could still feel the warmth of his hand wrapped around hers."Stay... just tonight."Her fingers paused over the chart. She had to inhale before she could keep writing. Then another memory followed."I have to go."She sighed quietly. She didn't know which version of Michael to believe anymore.The man who had held her all night. Or the man who had left before breakfast without looking back."Jessica."She blinked. "Hm?" Her colleague laughed softly.

For the first time in months, Jessica woke believing things between them might finally change.Morning sunlight slipped quietly through the curtains. Jessica opened her eyes before the alarm ever had a chance to ring.For a few seconds, she simply lay there.Michael was still asleep beside her.His face looked different in sleep.Peaceful.The lines of tension that usually marked his forehead had disappeared. His breathing was slow and even, his hand resting loosely between them.Jessica smiled despite herself.Last night hadn't solved everything. Sarah still existed.Questions still lingered. But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house.She had felt... chosen.Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time."Sleep a little longer," she whispered.Then she quietly left.***The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much

The mansion was quiet when Michael stepped inside, but tonight the silence didn't calm him.It reminded him of everything he had failed to stop.He loosened his tie as he walked through the hallway, his steps slower than usual. The image refused to leave his mind. The white sheet.The empty apartment.Another person who knew the truth about Makadi Street.Another person he couldn't save."Michael?"He stopped.Jessica stood at the entrance of the living room, watching him. She had been waiting. The untouched cup of tea beside her told him everything.Her eyes moved over him carefully, noticing the things everyone else missed.The tiredness in his face.The tension in his shoulders.The way he looked like he was carrying something too heavy."You're home late." Her voice was soft.Not accusing.Just concerned.Michael looked past her and noticed the untouched cup of tea sitting on the table.She had been waiting for him.A strange ache settled in his chest.Jessica always waited for him,

The sound of screeching tires broke the heavy silence.Michael turned.A small silver sedan stopped hard at the curb.The driver's door flew open.Grace stumbled out.She hadn't even switched off the engine.Her eyes searched the crowd until they found Michael."Where is he?" she asked, breathless.Michael didn't answer. He couldn't. Grace followed his gaze.The white sheet. The stretcher. The officers standing nearby.Her face drained of colour."No..." She took a shaky step forward. "No..."An officer reached out to stop her."I'm sorry, ma'am"She pulled away. "I have to see him.""Grace..."Michael caught her arm before she reached the stretcher.She looked at him.Her eyes searched his face for hope.For a lie.For anything.Instead, she found silence. Her knees gave way. Michael caught her before she hit the ground."He promised..." she whispered. "He promised he'd wait."Tears spilled freely now. "I told him we'd come.""I told him he wouldn't be alone anymore."Her voice crack