Benjamin and I hadn’t spoken since the fight. The silence between us was heavier than any words. Even during dinner, it felt like we were two strangers sitting across from each other, just moving food around our plates. Daisy tried to brighten the table with her little giggles and stories, but even she could sense something was wrong. She kept looking between us, waiting for one of us to break the tension, but neither of us did.After dinner, I took Daisy upstairs. I placed her into bed, smoothing her blanket over her small body, and kissed her forehead. She whispered, “Goodnight, Mommy,” before rolling over with her iPad still clutched in her hands.I stood there for a moment, staring at her little face in the dim light. Guilt pricked at me, she was not supposed to see the tension between Benjamin and me. Even though she is still a child, I’m sure she understood the silence.Later, after my bath, I pulled on my nightdress and sat on the edge of my bed. I was tired, but my mind wouldn
I pulled away from the hug, my arms falling awkwardly to my sides. My chest felt tight as I turned toward Benjamin. His eyes were sharp, burning with a heat I rarely saw in him.He took slow, deliberate steps toward us, his jaw clenched so hard I could almost hear his teeth grind. His voice was low but edged with fury.“What the hell is going on here?”My throat dried. I glanced at Dennison, hoping he would understand the storm gathering behind Benjamin’s glare. Before I could form a single word, Dennison lifted his hands casually, like he had nothing to hide.“I asked her for a hug,” Dennison said, his tone steady but laced with arrogance. “It was nothing deep, chill man.”The words only fanned the fire. In one swift move, Benjamin grabbed Dennison by the collar, pulling him so close their foreheads nearly touched.“You son of a bit—”“Benjamin!” My voice cut through the air before he could finish. “Children are here,” I said calmly.The reminder landed. His eyes flicked to Daisy, wi
The playground was lively when we arrived, with the sound of children’s laughter carried from the swings. Dennison and Jake were already seated under the big mango tree, the shade falling neatly across their bench. Jake’s legs dangled off the edge of the chair, too short to touch the ground, and he was swinging them in restless excitement.When he saw us, Dennison stood, lifting a hand waving a greeting. His smile was warm. Jake noticed Daisy beside me, and in an instant, he was off the bench, practically flying across the grass. Daisy squealed when she saw him. She let go of my hand and ran, her little shoes kicking up dirt as she threw her arms around Jake.I stopped where I was, watching them collide in a tight embrace. Jake spun her around clumsily, both of them laughing so loud that people on the other side of the playground turned their heads. I couldn’t help smiling. Daisy had only played with Jake for two days, but it was like they’d found some unspoken bond, one of those inst
The air was cold around me, but inside my body was boiling hot.“Who do you think is behind it?” I asked, my voice small, almost breaking.He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, his eyes lowered for a second, and I could see he was calculating, weighing what to tell me and what to keep inside. Finally, in a low voice, he said, “I don’t think the person behind it is outside the state.”The way he spoke made my stomach twist. Benjamin’s gaze drifted toward Daisy, who sat at the table swinging her little legs, nibbling at her food while her eyes stayed glued to the cartoon playing on her iPad. She was giggling softly at something on the screen.Then his eyes met mine again, sharp and steady. “I think the person is trying to mislead us, to make us believe he or she isn’t in this state.”I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “Do you think maybe… they asked someone who really isn’t in the state to send the message to the news?”“Exactly.” He nodded once, firm, his expression dark.
I sat there for what felt like forever, my body pressed against the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the bedsheet like it was the only thing holding me together. My chest was heavy, my breathing uneven, and the silence in the room wrapped around me like a chain I couldn’t break free from. My legs felt frozen. I wanted to stand, but my body refused to move. Fear kept me glued in place.Then, I heard the faint sound of the door handle twist. My heart jumped into my throat. I had locked it from the inside, but the sound still made me tremble. My breath caught as I stared at the door, waiting and listening.Then I heard his voice.“Elizabeth,” Benjamin’s tone was calm, soft, almost too calm compared to the storm in my chest.I stood slowly, my legs were shaking, and I walked toward the door. My hand hesitated on the lock, my fingers trembling so badly that I almost couldn’t turn it. Before opening, I pressed my ear to the wood, listening for voices, for footsteps, anything that would
Benjamin told the security man to let the police in. His voice was steady, firm, but I could see the tightness around his jaw. The guard gave a slight bow and went back outside.As the door closed, Benjamin turned to me. His eyes caught mine, and even though he tried to give me a small smile, I saw the seriousness in his gaze.“It’s okay,” he said softly, his tone calm but layered with warning. “Just… calm down, don’t be scared. We don’t want the police to suspect anything.”I swallowed hard. My hands twisted together in my lap, clammy and restless. The room suddenly felt smaller, like the walls were creeping in around me.“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice breaking, but I forced myself to take a breath. “But… I’ll be calm.”Benjamin reached over and rested his hand on mine for a moment, his thumb brushing gently across my skin, grounding me. “It might not be anything,” he whispered. “Let’s just see why they’re here.”Before I could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from th