Anna woke up to an empty bed, feeling sore all over, but she did not regret it. Everything was worth it. She took a quick shower and walked out of the bedroom, stifling a yawn. Their night’s excursions had left her exhausted, and she did not bother about her appearance at the moment. Her husband was rarely home, and she had taken full advantage of the rare intimacy. And even if he were, she had given up all hope of ever keeping him as hers exclusively. She dragged her feet as she walked, the sound of her slippers against the floor irritating Liam, who was having breakfast downstairs.
“Would it kill you to lift your feet off the floor?” Liam snapped, shoving his barely touched breakfast aside. He must have lost his appetite. “God, I can’t stand it. Doesn’t it irritate you even a little bit?”
“More than your s
Inside a tiny cell, a magazine lay open on the thin mattress, its glossy pages mocking Melisa with frozen smiles. Liam’s arm around Anna’s waist. Anna’s laugh caught mid-air, sunlight spilling over them like a benediction. Santorini. Paradise. Melisa’s fingers dug into the paper until it tore. The cell walls closed in tighter than iron bars, and her breath came in ragged bursts. She had dreamed of escape, plotted every angle, but no plan ever stuck. Freedom stayed a phantom to her, while Anna walked in Liam’s world as if she belonged there. She hurled the shredded magazine across the cell. Her shrill and broken laughter cracked, echoing off the concrete until it sounded like sobbing. The guards glanced in, unimpressed. They’d seen madness bloom in many faces before. But Melisa clutched the fragments of Liam’s smile to her chest, her nails raking the page until her skin bled. The hatred was all she had left, and it was eating her alive. *** Elsewhere in a café tucked away from the
Anna sat curled into the terrace bench, knees still drawn up, the sea stretching endlessly before her. The world was painted in bruised blues and fading gold, but her thoughts were louder than the waves crashing against the shore. Jessica’s words circled back again and again, as if each gust of wind carried them into her ear. Was it really fair to blame Liam for sins that were never his?Her chest rose with a shaky breath, the air heavy with not only the salt from the sea but also with grief, confusion, and longing. She pressed her palms against her face, her fingers trembling. What did she want more? To protect her mother’s memory, or to protect the life growing inside her? And could those two desires ever exist side by side?Time passed. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, watching the horizon blur. The ache inside her didn’t quiet, but something shifted, as subtle as the tide turning. A thread of resolve stitched itself between her ribs. She straightened slowly, pushing damp ha
Anna sank onto the cold stone bench of the terrace, her breath breaking into uneven gasps as tears blurred the dazzling blue of the sea. The horizon stretched wide before her, but it felt suffocating and endless in a way that pressed down on her chest. The morning sun, which had been so bright only moments ago, seemed too sharp now, its light stabbing at her swollen eyes.Waves slapped against the cliffs below, each crash an echo of the storm unraveling inside her. The breeze tugged at her hair, twisting it across her wet cheeks, but she didn’t move to brush it away. She sat there hollow and trembling, her hands clutching against her stomach as if holding herself together by force.Her mind spun through everything: her mother’s death, Liam’s silence, and the weight of betrayal wrapped in the arms she thought would always keep her safe. She wanted to scream, claw the ache out of her chest, but all that came were sobs swallowed by the wind.The villa behind her stood pristine and white,
Days blurred together, and before they knew it, it was already time to leave. On their last morning, Anna lingered on the balcony, ingraining the last bit of the view in her mind. Maybe they should come here more often. She had thoroughly enjoyed their moments alone together. She should consider going out more with him. She never knew he had such a fun side.She giggled at the memory of Liam’s laughter echoing off stone walls as she teased him into chasing her down winding alleys. She would definitely miss the nights of whispered confessions and quiet touches with their bodies as close as the sea was to the shore.Along with the fun, she had noticed Liam’s unease as the days went by. She would catch him staring off into space more often, looking lost in thought. He ran his fingers through his hair frequently now, a clear sign of stress, and he might go bald at this rate. Something big happened. And she wasn’t going to remain in the dark for so long. She had given him enough time to op
Their first morning in Santorini was bliss. The couple woke up with their bodies tangled, mostly with Anna’s limbs all over him, and his chest had been converted into a human pillow; definitely nothing out of the ordinary. In addition to the pleasant sun rays shining on their faces, there was a backdrop of waves crashing on the shore and distant donkeys having a morning conversation.Anna stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a white robe, and Liam followed her, also wrapped in a towel that covered his bottom half. She stood in front of the mirror, combing her hands and trying to detangle her wet hair cascading down her shoulders. Liam stood behind her, watching her every move with amusement.“You know, someone should have warned me about hard water in my hair,” Anna muttered, frustrated with her frizzy hair, but mostly her pregnancy hormones taking over.“Need some help?” he asked, stepping forward and holding her hands before she could tug her hair.“Please.”He took over, concentra
By the time the sun reached its peak, wonder gave way to weariness. She could now testify that pregnancy and flight weren’t the best of friends from how her limbs almost failed to hold her weight. Almost. The constant flutter of excitement couldn’t match the changes in her body, and her eyelids drooped. She was caught between giddy thrill and bone-deep exhaustion. Her body begged, but she tried to hide it, not wanting to waste a moment in this dream of a place.“Lie down for a while,” Liam said as she stifled another yawn. “The island isn’t going anywhere.”“I’m fine,” she said, but her body betrayed her with another yawn. She rubbed her back, which was now sore from the strain of a life growing inside her. “Okay, maybe I do need to rest.”“I thought so,” Liam laughed, guiding her back into the room. He drew the curtains in the bedroom, dimming the brilliant light to a softer glow. Anna sank onto the bed, too tired to even slip off her sandals. Liam knelt and eased them off, cradling h