LOGINMadelynI stayed in the hotel room longer than I planned, mostly because leaving the bed felt like an effort. The sheets were rumpled from too many restless turns, the curtains half drawn, letting in a dull city light that made everything look muted. My laptop sat open on the desk, screen still glowing from the last email I sent, and an empty room service tray was pushed to the side like an afterthought.I had been surviving on room service for days. Coffee delivered too early. Sandwiches I barely finished. Meals eaten while typing, while reading, while pretending I was somewhere else. The staff already recognized my face. One of them smiled when he knocked, like it was a familiar routine.I shifted my laptop closer and adjusted my position, answering messages, joining calls with my camera on just long enough to be polite before switching it off again. My voice sounded normal, professional, like nothing was wrong. I kept it that way on purpose.At some point, my phone vibrated beside
DominicI got home late in the evening, later than I planned and later than I liked. The trip dragged, meetings stacked on meetings, and by the time the car rolled through the gates of the house, all I wanted was a shower, food, and Madelyn’s voice complaining that I didn’t call enough. That was our normal. That was what my body expected without thinking.But the house was quiet, and it felt wrong the moment I stepped inside.I stepped out of the car and handed my briefcase to one of the staff. The lights were on downstairs, but the place didn’t feel lived in. There was no movement, no sound of heels on marble, no voice floating down the stairs asking why I didn’t announce my arrival.I walked in anyway, loosening my tie as I crossed the living room.“Madelyn?” I called.No response came back.I frowned and checked my watch. It wasn’t late enough for her to be asleep, and even if she was, she would have texted. Madelyn never missed a chance to remind me when I traveled. Never.I turne
MadelynI woke up so late wondering why I didn't hear the alarm. My hand searched for my phone on the nightstand where I had plugged before going to bed. I noticed it was dead.Not low battery, not hanging on with one percent, just completely off. I pressed the power button twice before I realized what was wrong. I reached for my charger on the bedside table out of habit, my fingers brushing empty wood.I frowned and looked properly this time. No charger. I bent down, checked the floor, checked the other side of the bed, even pulled the drawer open though I already knew I did not keep it there. I stood up slowly, irritation creeping in.I never misplaced my charger. Never.I walked into the bathroom, checked the counter, the shelf, even the socket near the mirror. Nothing. I went back into the guest room, scanned it again, then stood still, my chest tightening.My phone buzzed suddenly when it powered on again, just enough battery left to show missed calls. Three from the office. Two
DominicI stood outside the guest room door longer than I should have.My hand lifted once, then dropped back to my side. I could still hear Leana’s crying downstairs, the soft broken sounds she made as she sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket I had handed her without thinking. The cut on Madelyn’s leg replayed in my head too, but every time I tried to focus on that, Leana’s tears pushed forward, louder, messier, demanding attention.“She didn’t mean it,” Leana had said through sobs. “I know she hates me, Dominic. I feel it every time she looks at me.”I told myself Madelyn was tired. I told myself she had been distant for weeks now. I told myself all of that as if repeating it enough times would make the tight feeling in my chest go away.It didn’t.I raised my hand again and knocked.No answer.I knocked a second time, softer. “Madelyn,” I said. “Please. Can we talk?”Silence.I leaned my forehead against the door, closed my eyes briefly, then straightened. “I’m not here to fight,
MadelynI walked into the house already drained, my shoulders tight from the long day and my head heavy with thoughts I did not want to entertain. All I wanted was a hot bath and sleep. Nothing else. I did not want to have a conversation. I did not want explanations. I did not want to pretend.I took off my shoes by the door and started up the staircase slowly, one hand on the railing, my bag hanging loosely from my shoulder. The house smelled like food, the house I used to love coming back to, the peace had disappeared. Somewhere in the living room, the television was on low, the sound muted enough to be background noise. Dominic was still outside, I knew that much. I could hear his voice faintly, probably on a call, probably wrapping something up before coming in.I was halfway up the stairs when Leana appeared from above, descending with a tray in her hands. Plates. A glass. A bowl. She was not rushing. She was not distracted. Her eyes were on me. I saw it clearly, the way her gaze
DominicI was still in my office when the last meeting ended, sitting behind my desk with the lights dimmed, my phone face down beside my laptop. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my fingers tapping once, twice, against the wood. I wasn’t working anymore. I hadn’t been for a while.All I could think about was the fact that I hadn’t seen Madelyn’s face properly in days.Before I woke up, she was already gone. I’d roll over and the bed would be empty, the space beside me cold, like she hadn’t been there at all after dragging her there from the guest room. When I came home, sometimes her car wasn’t in the driveway. Other times it was, but she still wasn’t around. Overtime. Late meetings. Extra projects. Any excuse not to be home.Leana said Madelyn was being cruel to her.Madelyn is a nice person, and I can fully understand why she acts that way towards Leana, still…acting that way to an innocent baby was too extreme. Leana said Madelyn liv







