I didn’t know how I was still standing.The drive home from the station felt like a dream. A cold, dark, suffocating dream where the world was spinning too fast and I was stuck in slow motion.I should’ve stayed at the station. I should’ve combed every corner of the mall. I should’ve done something at least, anything to help find my child.But Dante…He’d looked me in the eyes with those steady, calm eyes of his and said, “You need a change of clothes. Something warm to eat. You haven’t slept, and you’re shaking. Let me take care of you, just for a few hours.”I wanted to fight him. I so badly wanted to disagree with him and tell him I didn’t care what I looked like or whether I passed out from hunger. My baby was gone, and finding her was all that mattered to me at this point. But in the end, I nodded.I let him lead me into the car and I let him drive us home.The second I stepped into the house, something inside me broke.It hit me like a wave. Every memory carved into the walls, i
The sound of my phone ringing cut through the silent atmosphere like a knife. I turned slowly as the loud and persistent vibration pulled me aggressively out of my sleep. My body ached in the best way possible, I felt warm, sore, and tangled in sheets that still smelled like Dante. I was still reeling from the night before… or was it early morning?With my eyes half-closed, I reached blindly for my phone.It was my mom and my heart stuttered. She had assured me I had nothing to worry about, so why was she calling? What could possibly have gone wrong?I sat up slowly, my body still feeling heavy, blinking the sleep from my eyes. I turned to the side and the space beside me was empty. Still warm, but empty.“Hello?” My voice was crusty.There was a beat of silence. Then my mother’s voice came through the line. Chaotic, high-pitched, and trembling.“Sienna… baby, don’t panic. Just listen to me, okay?”My stomach dropped.“What is it?” My voice sharpened, my heart suddenly hammering.“I—w
The warmth of his chest pressed against my back was the first thing I felt. Then… his hands. Slow and Intentional. They slid along the curves of my waist like he was memorizing me all over again.I stood there, in nothing but soft silence and steam rising from the bathroom mirror. I inhaled desperately as his lips met my shoulder again, tender and lingering. I had undressed moments before, thinking I was alone. Then I heard him walk in, but now that he was here, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.His mouth moved down the back of my neck, slow and hot, sending goosebumps across my skin. My body leaned into his touch before my mind could catch up. He was doing all the right things to my body and I honestly didn’t want him to stop.“Dante…” I whispered, my voice barely above the mist curling in the air around us.He didn’t say anything. Just kissed me again, lower this time, with more desperation and hunger. And his arms came around my body, strong and sure, like he couldn’t bear th
The next morning, I woke up with a sense of renewed purpose. My mind kept circling around the envelope Dante had handed me the night before. Yes, the one filled with all the dirt on Marcus. I’d barely slept, I was caught between the relief of finally having evidence and the sting of betrayal that cut deeper than I expected. He had been with Camilla the entire time. It hadn’t just been a manipulation—it had been a con, and I fell for it like a fool. How dumb was I not to have put two and two together? I mean, I noticed a lot of sneaky shit about him, but I guess I was just too focused on making things work for Abigail’s sake.But today wasn’t about mourning the past. It was about protecting my future and that of my daughter especially.I arrived at my lawyer’s office a little before noon, clutching the evidence tightly like it was the key to unlocking the peace I’d been craving. After carefully going through each document, video file, and record, my lawyer leaned back in his chair, his
I sat curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest like it could keep the world from closing in on me. My eyes burned from crying, and my head pounded from overthinking, but my thoughts refused to give me a moment’s peace. Everything felt like a blur. Marcus taking Abigail, the way the police made me feel like I was overreacting, and the aching silence of this empty house.How did I get here?I glanced over at my phone on the table in front of me. Dante’s number was still pulled up. I’d been staring at it for the past fifteen minutes, my thumb hovering over the call button like it was some kind of emergency switch. And in a way, it was. He was the only person I could call now. The only person who might actually do something.But pride is a stubborn thing, and so is pain.I didn’t want to look desperate. I didn’t want him to think I was crawling back to him just because I couldn’t handle my problems alone. Even if that was partially true.Just as I finally sighed and whispered,
The next morning, the house felt fogged more than usual. The silence hung to the walls, wrapping around me like a suffocating bubble. Watching my daughter play around and run with her tiny baby feet was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. She was the last thread of hope that I was holding on to. My chest ached, not just from the aftermath of the confrontation with Dante and Marcus, but from the overwhelming realization that I was on my own again.I sat at the kitchen table with a cold cup of tea that I couldn’t bring myself to sip, my eyes fixed blankly on the roughened edge of the mug. My phone lay in front of me, screen dark and silent. I knew Dante wouldn’t call again. Not after how I kicked him out, and to be honest, I didn’t want him to. I couldn’t afford to lean on him now. I couldn’t afford to need anyone.My thoughts kept circling back to what the lawyer had said about witnesses. People who could vouch for me—who could confirm Marcus’s abuse, negligence, and manipula