Our flight was at 10 a.m.I zipped Daisy’s small pink suitcase, pressing down hard to get the zipper over the bulge of clothes she had stuffed inside. “There,” I said with a small breath of relief, straightening up.Daisy sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her face lit by the glow of her iPad. Her little fingers tapped quickly on the screen, lost in whatever game she was playing.“Enough with the iPad, baby,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give it to me.”She let out a groan, dragging out the sound like it physically hurt her to stop. “Mum…”I raised my eyebrows.She huffed and handed it over, and I gave her a smile. “You can have it again when we get on the plane, okay?”Her pout faded into a small smile. “Okay.”I grabbed my handbag, slung it over my shoulder, and checked the time on my phone. 9:00 a.m. Thank God we weren’t late. I had a terrible habit of running behind for everything, and traveling with a child only made it harder.We hauled our bags down the narrow hallway of
*** Five years later ***The morning light spilled softly through the kitchen window as I folded the last flap of Daisy’s lunch box. “Daisy!” I called, my voice carrying just enough urgency to cut through the quiet house. “Come out, baby. We need to go. Drop the iPad now, you can play again when you get home from school.”The scrape of little feet on the hard marble floor answered me, and I set the lunch box down carefully on the counter. I glanced at the clock, Damn, I thought. We were running late, again.Life had been a wild ride, full of twists and turns I never expected. But these last five years… they had brought me something I didn’t think I would ever have again: hope. A spark I thought I had lost forever had started glowing bright again, all because of her.Five years ago, with Benjamin’s quiet support, I had moved to Florida. He called nearly every day at first, then slowly pulled back to three times a week, checking in on us. The distance helped. It kept the old wounds from
I looked up at Benjamin, my eyes swimming with tears that refused to stop. The weight of everything pressing down on me made my breath catch. “What are we going to do now?” I whispered, my voice cracking like thin glass.He met my gaze, the exhaustion written all over his face. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly before answering, “There is no way you can terminate it.”The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I lowered my face into my hands, shoulders shaking as tears of pain spilled out in silent sobs. Hot tears dripped through my fingers, burning my skin as memories and fears crushed me.What am I supposed to do with this? I thought every question was spinning around my head without an answer. Why didn’t I notice sooner? Why does everything bad happen to me? My heart felt so heavy. I’m tired, so so tired. Why can’t anything just go right?Benjamin’s voice was soft, distant almost, as he gently said, “We will get through this.”But the words felt hollow. I couldn’t imagine a
“How about your child?” I asked coldly, my voice low but sharp, slicing through the still air of the room. “I noticed your baby bump is gone.”Her head, which had been drooping forward under the weight of exhaustion and pain, lifted just enough for her dull, bloodshot eyes to meet mine. A faint tremor passed through her lips before she spoke. “You caused it.”I tilted my head slightly, studying her as if trying to understand the mechanics of her mind. “I?” My tone was icy and mocking. “What did I do, sis? You took my fiancé away from me and got pregnant with his child. All I did was get you in prison for what you did to me.” My gaze locked on her like a predator circling prey. “You caused whatever happened to you, Lucy.”Her jaw clenched, and another tear traced a slow, dripping path down her cheek. She sucked in a shaky breath before spitting the words out. “I got a miscarriage after three months of being in prison. I was beaten by those scary women there.” Her voice cracked, but sh
We got to the location just as the sun was dipping, and the fading light shone across the dusty compound. The air felt heavy, almost cold, but my chest was pounding like there was a drum inside me. Our car spread out, engines humming low, headlights sweeping over the cracked concrete. Tires crunched against gravel, and in that circle of steel and glaring lights, I saw Lucy’s car parked smugly in front of the building.My hands curled into fists at my sides. Just seeing it was enough to make my blood rise.The doors opened almost in unison, and we stepped out. Cool evening air hit my face, but it did nothing to ease the heat boiling under my skin. I wanted to storm in right then, to find her and tear her apart, but Benjamin’s men were already moving into position. Silent hand signals passed between them, dark figures slipping into their assigned spots like they had done this a thousand times.Two of the men reached the front door, their boots thudding softly against the wooden steps. T
Marcus leaned back on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, voice low but firm.“I have got the CCTV footage from the scene,” he said, eyes flicking to Benjamin. “Told a few of my guys to grab the footage from nearby streets too, and anywhere she might have passed.”Benjamin gave a short nod, his jaw tight. “We need to move fast. We have to find her before the police do.”The room felt heavier after he said that.Marcus’s head bobbed in agreement. “We will. But we have to wait for the rest of the footage. As soon as we get it, we move.”He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times before putting it to his ear.“How is it going?” His voice was clipped, almost impatient. There was a pause, then another nod. “Okay, but we don’t have much time, so be fast.” He ended the call without another word.I sat wedged into the corner of the couch, knees pulled slightly in. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, and I pressed my palm hard against my thigh, trying to stop them