LOGINBut the cab driver kept driving. My parents' house looked the same. Porch light on. The living room glowing. Everything familiar and solid and real. He parked. I sat there for a moment. Then got out. I asked him to wait and walked in. My father sat rigidly in his chair, his tablet resting forgo
Alicia's POV The apartment was quiet in a way that felt temporary, as if it were holding its breath between one thing and the next. I stood at the sink washing a mug I'd already washed. The water ran warm over my hands. I watched soap circle the drain and tried not to think about anything in part
I closed the door behind us. Lucy turned to face me. Arms crossed. Guard up but trying to look casual. "What's this about?" she asked. I didn't answer immediately. Just looked at her. Really looked at her. She was good. I'd give her that. The performance was nearly flawless. Posture relaxed. Exp
The table went still. I set my fork down. Looked at Daniel. He met my eyes. Waited. "Daniel's in the best position to know," I said. The words came out flat. Held. But underneath, something was burning. Grandma's eyebrows lifted. She turned to Daniel. "What does he mean? Is she well?" Daniel t
Edward's POV The estate looked the same as it always did, manicured hedges, perfectly aligned stone pathway, the kind of wealth that announced itself through restraint rather than display. I'd grown up here. Knew every room. Every corner. Every shadow. It still felt like walking into a trap. I p
Alicia's POV The kitchen smelled like butter and warmth. I’d started baking before dawn, my hands working from memory. Rolling dough. Cutting circles. Lining them up on the sheets. The kind of work that kept my mind quiet. Elena sat at the counter with her laptop open, attention split between wh







