She was sitted well dressed and calm she studies me before hitting me with a question,She seem suprised with my appearance
I couldn't move not fully understanding how we come to crash at this point in this time “Get in,” she said softly, yet it wasn’t a suggestion. “We need to talk.” I blinked, my thoughts spiraling. How is this happening? Why now? Did he send her? Is this a trap? My feet wouldn’t move. My gut screamed to run. But something about her maybe the calm in her voice, maybe the way she just stared, unblinkingheld me still.she looked suprise a clear sign she doesn't know from where I am “What are you doing out here barefoot?” she added, as if we were discussing the weather. My eyes drafted to my feel “I… I was just—” The words caught. There was no believable excuse. She opened the door from inside. “Get in before someone else sees you.” “You don’t want pThe morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gentle golden hues across the room. Lena’s eyes fluttered open, the familiar warmth of the sun touching her skin like a quiet promise. For the first time in what felt like ages, she felt something stirring within a faint but real sense of peace. She sat up slowly, her body still tender but her mind clearer than it had been in weeks. The memories, hazy at first, began to gather like scattered pieces of a puzzle. Her breath caught as she remembered her children, her husband, the life she had almost forgotten. Drawing strength from that new spark inside her, Lena rose and walked carefully toward the staircase. Each step felt more purposeful than the last. She moved to the dining room, where the morning calm was alive with soft soundsthe clink of dishes, the rustle of papers, and the gentle laughter of a child. “Kai… Ezra,” she called, her voice trembling but steady. Kai looked up from the table, surprise flickering in hi
I had a dream last night.No...a nightmare.I was locked in a room. The walls was too tigh andthe air too thin. And someone… someone I couldn’t see clearly was ther talking but their words felt like knives to my chest. I couldn’t breathe.I felt betrayed I don’t remember the face, only the pain. The ache that grew so deep, And then there was a baby. My baby?thats I want to fiercely protect I saw shadows and figures taking her away. No. I screamed. My legs couldn’t carry me fast enough. My voice couldn’t reach them,but they didn’t stop.I was screaming out loud this time. Then… Arms. Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, firm but gentle. Warm and I heard his voice holding and grounding his voice soothing all the tension in my body and made me realize I wasn't in my room but in his arms I just knew the moment he touched me… the panic dulled.His anchoring me back to the present. His hands one against my back, one cradling my head like I’d break.I was still crying. My body trem
Lena PovThe first thing I remember was the beeping.Then voices. Faint and echoing.I woke up to the muffled sounds of voicessoft, urgent, and unfamiliar. “She’s awake,” someone whispered.My eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy like they hadn’t been used in days. The ceiling above me was stark white, too clean, too bright. My throat felt dry, and there was a dull, throbbing pain shooting down my shoulder.I blinked against the sharp white light, my vision blurry, everything unfocused. It was as if I were rising from underwater, every sound muffled, every breath thick and unfamiliar. My body felt heavy. My shoulder ached a deep, throbbing pain that pulsed with every heartbeat. I tried to move, but my arm was restrained by a sling, the tug of it foreign and jarring.Where was I?I turned my head slowly, wincing at the pain in my neck. The smell of antiseptic filled the room. Machines beeped steadily beside me. Wires trailed from my arm.I was in a hospital.Panic simmered beneath my skin.
The sleep lasted only thirty minutes before Lena stirred. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as her eyelashes fluttered, brushing lightly against her cheeks. Sleep slipped away slowly, like mist burned off by dawn. Her arms, still curled protectively around the tiny bundle on her chest, tightened reflexively as the warmth of the infant grounded her in reality. The baby girl lay peacefully against her—cheek resting on the soft fabric of Lena’s gown, tiny fingers curled into a fist, her breath rising and falling in quiet rhythm, warming the skin above Lena’s heart. As Lena’s eyes finally opened, slow and unfocused, she blinked as if waking in a world that didn’t yet belong to her. She looked around with a quiet confusion and calm, but unmoored. Then she saw him. Kai. He was seated just a few feet away, his tall frame folded into the corner of the room, leaning back against the wall with one knee bent. He hadn’t moved since she fell asleep. His expression was unreadable at fi
After the panic attack triggered by the balloon pop, Lena had withdrawn again. She barely spoke, barely left her room . The fear in her eyes lingered like a shadow that refused to lift. But Ezra… Ezra never gave up. He began lying beside her on the bed during the afternoons, his tiny hand resting near hers, whispering stories about his toys, about daddy making breakfast, or how he saw a butterfly in the garden.He didn't expect answers. He just talked, as if her silence was part of their language. Lena never said much.Sometimes, she’d glance at him. Sometimes she didn’t even blink. She just stared out the window, at the ceiling, through the walls. But Ezra didn’t mind. He stayed close, his presence gentle and patient, just like his father had taught him. That morning, he crawled up onto the bed beside her again,resting his tiny head on her shoulder.His face leaned close to hers, eyes wide and curious as always. He reached up and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, then another on
It's was in the quiet evening Lena lay on the bed, curled slightly on her side, her breath even but troubled. Her face, though asleep, twitched with emotion. A soft whimper escaped her lips, then another… and then, a cry. “No… please—my baby… don’t hurt my baby…” Her voice cracked in sleep, small and broken, the words choked and trembling. Her fingers clenched around the bedsheet as her body started to shift under invisible hands of memory. “No. no, please… lets me go!” Her chest heaved, and suddenly her eyes flew open, wild and full of terror. A cold sweat coated her skin. Her pulse roared in her ears. “My baby!” she screamed, sitting up so fast the blanket tangled around her legs. She quickly touch her belly in confusion “They took my baby! They took her...” She stumbled out of the bed, her feet barely touching the floor .All she knew was her baby was gone. “MY BABY!” she screamed louder, racing toward the door with bare feet, tears already streaming uncontrollably. In the d