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2026-01-17 16:48:28FIONA
“Fiona, did you forget to file the witness statements for the Delaney case?”
My stomach dropped so fast it almost hurt.
I had.
“I’m so sorry, Luna. I meant to do it yesterday, but depositions ran late and it just— I’ll do it now.”
She gave me the look that meant fix it before Mr. Hale notices and walked off.
We were one clerk short and drowning in trial prep. I’d been living off caffeine, bagels, and pure anxiety. My brain felt like static as I disappeared into the file room and started sorting, stamping and organizing.
Robert Delaney’s name glared up at me from every document. Rich and Powerful. Accused of white-collar crime that could bury smaller men. Cases like this sucked the air out of the office. Everyone walked faster. Talked sharper. Slept less.
I worked without stopping.
When I finally checked my phone, my heart stopped.
5:02 PM.
Ten missed calls.
From Reagent premier school.
My blood ran cold.
Flavian.
I was supposed to pick him up.
I shoved the files into their folders and rushed out, barely remembering to grab my bag. Desiree my neighbour couldn’t help today since she has a doctor’s appointment. I had promised myself I wouldn’t mess this up.
I flew to my car, mind racing faster than the engine.
Every red light felt personal. Every slow driver an enemy. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my fingers ached.
Please still be there. Please don’t let him think I forgot him.
When I pulled into the school compound, my breath left me in a rush.
He was there.
Sitting alone on a bench.
Small. Patient. Swinging his legs.
Waiting.
I didn’t even park properly. I ran to him and dropped to my knees, pulling him into me.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”
He hugged me back like nothing was wrong. “It’s okay, Mommy. I did my homework while I waited.”
That broke me more than if he’d cried.
I kissed his hair, his cheeks, his forehead. “You did? That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”
I forced my voice steady. “How about banana split sundaes for dinner?”
His face lit up instantly. “Yes!”
Relief bubbled out of me in a shaky laugh.
Then my body went still.
That feeling.
Someone watching.
I turned.
And my relief evaporated.
Him.
FLAVIAN
The board approved my proposal unanimously. As expected.
The principL and a few PTA members walked beside me as we exited, discussing funding and timelines, but my attention snagged on something across the courtyard.
A child. Alone on a bench.
School had ended over an hour ago.
“Why is that child still here?” I asked.
The teacher sighed. “His mother’s late. We’ve called several times.”
I didn’t think. I walked toward him.
He looked up and smiled like he recognized me. “You’re the guy from the cafe the other day.”
I almost laughed.
“My name is Flavian.”
His eyes widened. “Mine too! he said excitedly
Something tightened in my chest.
We talked. He was polite. Independent and mature for his age and too understanding when he mentioned his mother working late all week.
I knew that tone. That quiet acceptance of being second to survival.
“Have you eaten?”
“Mom says no food from strangers.”
“We’re not strangers anymore though, were friends now.”
He grinned.
I walked back to my car, jaw tight.
I’d seen this story before. Loving parent. No time. Child learning not to need too much.
People always think love is enough.
It isn’t.
Before I could stop myself, I took out my phone.
“I’d like to file a report of possible child neglect.”
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Dangerously mine Forty Nine
The call came in the middle of the afternoon.I almost didn’t answer.I was in the nursery, folding tiny clothes that still smelled like new fabric and possibility; trying to ground myself in something soft, something untouched by everything else happening in this house.But my phone kept ringing.Persistent.Insistent.And something in my chest tightened before I even picked it up.“Hello?”“Mrs… Fiona?” a hesitant voice said from the other end.My grip on the phone tightened slightly.“Yes, speaking.”“This is Reagent Premier School. There’s been a… situation with your son.”Everything in me stilled.“What kind of situation?” I asked, my voice already sharpening.A pause.“We think it would be best if you came in.”I don’t remember the drive.I don’t remember traffic.Or how long it took.All I remember was the feeling that deep, sinking feeling in my stomach that told me something was wrong.What happened?When I got there, they led me to a quiet office instead of the principal’s.
Dangerously mine Forty Eight
I didn’t sleep much that night.Not because of noise.Not because of discomfort.But because once your mind starts connecting dots you didn’t even know were there…It doesn’t stop.It just keeps going.Overanalyzing.Replaying.Reframing.And suddenly things that didn’t feel intentional before…Start to look very, very deliberate.By morning, I had already made a decision.I wasn’t going to sit around and let them define me.If they wanted to watchLet them watch.If they wanted to analyzeLet them analyze.But I was done reacting.Done shrinking.Done second-guessing myself in my own life.After dropping my son off at school, I drove straight to yoga.Not because I felt particularly calm.But because I needed to be.Or at least try to be.The studio smelled faintly of lavender and eucalyptus, the soft hum of instrumental music filling the space as I rolled out my mat.“Morning, Fiona,” Susan greeted with a warm smile.“Morning,” I replied, forcing a small one back.Kate waved from ac
Dangerously mine Forty Seven
There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty.It feels… loaded.Like something is sitting just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to rise.That was what the house felt like that morning.Not calm.Not peaceful.Just… brewing.I noticed it in the way the staff moved.In the way conversations stopped just a second too quickly when I entered a room.In the way Cheryl hadn’t said a word to me since yesterday’s luncheon.Which, somehow, felt worse than if she had.Because Cheryl Navarro was not the type of woman who stayed quiet without reason.Silence, with her, was strategy.Flavian was already in his study when I stepped in.Papers spread across his desk.Laptop open.Phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he spoke in low, controlled tones.“…no, push the meeting to Thursday. I want the revised numbers before I sign anything.”A pause.His eyes lifted briefly and landed on me.Something in his expression softened.“…I’ll call you back,” he said before e
Dangerously mine Forty Six
I should have known the peace wouldn’t last.Not in this house.Not with Cheryl Navarro under this roof.The morning had started… deceptively normal.Flavian had left early for the office after a quiet, unresolved exchange that neither of us had the energy to continue. My son had gone to school. The house had settled into that strange, suspended calm that always came before something shifted.I was in the nursery.My space.The only space that still felt like mine.I was seated in the armchair, a soft fabric sample draped across my lap, trying to decide between two shades that looked almost identical but felt completely different.Warm ivory.Soft cream.It shouldn’t have mattered.But it did.Because lately, the smallest decisions felt like the only ones I still had control over.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I called.Amara stepped in.But something about her posture was… off.Too careful.Too measured.“Ma’am,” she said gently, “there are guests downstairs.”I
Dangerously mine Forty Five
By the time I got back from yoga, my body felt lighter.Not physically.Mentally.Like for a brief moment, I had stepped outside of everything that had been suffocating me since Cheryl walked into this house and decided to rearrange my life like it was furniture she didn’t like.The quiet stretches.The controlled breathing.The reminder that I was still in my body. Still in control of it.I needed that.Because lately…It hadn’t felt like it.I stepped into the house slowly, slipping off my shoes at the entrance, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me in a way that should have felt comforting.But didn’t.Not completely.Not anymore.I walked further in, one hand resting absently on my belly, the other brushing lightly against the wall as I moved.Something felt off.Subtle.But there.Like the air had shifted slightly.Like something had already been decided before I walked in.And I hated that feeling.I found him in the living room.Flavian.Sitting on the couch, leaning fo
Dangerously mine Forty Four
FLAVIAN'S POVI don’t like strangers in my house.It’s not something I say out loud often, but it’s something I’ve always known.Control has always been… necessary.Predictable environments. Predictable people.That’s how things stay steady.That’s how things don’t fall apart.And yet here I am.Standing in my own living room.Watching a woman I barely know move through it like she belongs here.Celeste.She stood by the window, her posture relaxed, one hand lightly resting against the frame as she looked out into the garden.Calm.Composed.Too comfortable.“You needed something?” I asked.She turned immediately, a small, polite smile forming on her lips.“Not at all,” she said smoothly. “I was actually hoping to speak with you, if you have a moment.”I hesitated.Not because I didn’t have time.Because I didn’t like the idea of it.But still, I nodded.“Go ahead.”Her gaze flickered briefly toward the hallway.Toward where Fiona had disappeared earlier.Then back to me.“It’s about
Dangerously mine TWENTY-SIX
FionaThe kiss still lingered between us when we finally pulled apart.Flavian didn’t move away immediately. His hand was still at my waist, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.Neither was I.But then he exhaled softly, like he was forcing himself back into control.“I should walk you to your
Dangerously mine TWENTY-FIVE
Everything after the yard felt unreal.Police lights. Statements. Questions I could barely process.Hands touching my shoulder. Voices telling me it was over.But the only thing that mattered was the small weight asleep against me.Flavian hadn’t let go of me the entire time.Not once.Even now, as
Dangerously mine TWENTY-FOUR
FLAVIANThe location came three hours later.Not from the police.From a man who owed me a favor he could never repay.“Got him,” the voice said. “Old mechanic yard by the eastern bypass. Quiet place. No cameras. Your type of problem.”I ended the call without replying.Good.That meant Sean still
Dangerously mine TWENTY-THREE
Flavian’s POVThe moment I saw the text on Fiona’s phone, my jaw tightened. Sean. Again. Threatening .Fiona’s hand was trembling as she clutched the device. I stepped closer, letting my presence anchor her. She wasn’t weak , never had been but fear was a mother’s instinct, and right now, it was a
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