로그인~Sara~Sandra chokes violently beside me.Jeremy’s mom looks genuinely horrified. “Excuse me?”“Oh please,” I continue angrily. “You walk around looking like a rich man's fourth divorce settlement and somehow I'm the problem?”Her mouth falls open slightly.The woman actually looks offended.Deeply offended.“How dare you speak to me that way?”“How dare you judge me without knowing a damn thing about me!”“I don't need an introduction to recognize a manipulative little gold digger when I see one.”“Oh my God,” I let out a laugh. “And you wonder why Jeremy has attitude problems.”Her face twists in outrage. “You insolent little..."“Sara.”I ignore Sandra and continue glaring at Jeremy’s mom.“You don't get to stand there and act morally superior when your entire personality screams luxury alimony.”“Sara,” Sandra says again, louder this time.I wave her off. "No, don't stop me Sandra, because she’s actually starting to piss me off.”“SARA!”I whip around angrily. “WHAT?!”Sandra grab
~Sara~I pace back and forth in front of Jeremy’s recovery room while Sandra sits nearby with her legs crossed.It has been almost twenty minutes.Twenty freaking minutes.“What could possibly be taking her this long?” I grunt for the hundredth time.Sandra barely looks up from where she sits. “Sara, her son literally got shot.”I throw my hands into the air. “Okay, and?”“And she probably wants to make sure he’s breathing properly before she lets anyone else near him.”I sigh aggressively and continue pacing.My nerves are everywhere.I just need to see Jeremy.Need to know he’s okay.Need to hear him say something funny so I can fully believe he’s alive.The recovery room door suddenly opens.Jeremy’s mom steps out gracefully like she didn’t just walk out of a hospital room.I immediately rush toward her. “How is he? Is he awake? Did he say anything? Is he in pain? Can I go in now?”Sandra slowly rises from her chair too.Jeremy's mom ignores me completely.Completely.Like I’m some
~Sara~What. The. Fuck?That's Jeremy's mom.My eyes travel from the woman’s sky high heels to the oversized leopard print fur coat wrapped around her body like she owns the damn hospital.Then higher.Long blonde hair. Smooth glowing skin. Full lips. Tiny waist. Perfect posture.What freaking age is this woman supposed to be?Thirty? Forty? Fifty?!No.Absolutely not.There is no way this woman gave birth to a grown ass man.She is so freaking hot.Like offensively hot.For a split second, I genuinely start having second thoughts about my sexuality.Sandra suddenly elbows me hard in the ribs.“Ow,” I hiss.She leans toward me without taking her eyes off the woman. “Are you seeing who I’m seeing?” “Yes,” I whisper back. “That’s Jeremy’s mom. Like... his actual mom.”Sandra stares harder. “If she and Jeremy didn’t look exactly alike, I would’ve sworn that man was adopted.”I nod slowly. “Same.”The woman suddenly steps forward.Sandra and I instantly start whispering over each other.
~Sara~I snap my head towards her. “Don't bring Alex into this.”“Why not?” she fires back. “He's right! You never open up to people, Sara. You act like everyone is interrogating you anytime they ask what's wrong.”“Oh, so now you're going to take his side.”She laughs sarcastically. “See? This! This is the problem! Somebody says one thing and immediately you turn defensive and start accusing everybody.”“Maybe because everybody keeps acting like I'm the villain!”“Because you never explain yourself!”“And maybe I don't owe anybody explanations!”People starts staring at us.A nurse passing by slows down and stares nervously.Sandra leans closer. “You push people away and then act shocked when everything falls apart around you.”“At least I don't stick my nose into people's business every five seconds!”She lets out a sharp laugh. “God forbid somebody actually cares about you.”“Oh please, spare me the therapy speech.”“You know what?” She snaps. “You love acting tough, but half the t
~Sara~It has been two hours since the operation started and yet nothing.I sit in the hospital lobby with my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My leg bounces nonstop against the tiled floor while I hold onto every last thread of restraint inside me.Jeremy is in there.He is in there, unconscious, getting his body cut open and stitched back together.This.Is.My.Fault.All of it.Linda. Celine. Alex. Jeremy. Me.If I had just done it.If I had just gathered enough courage to confront Linda when she unveiled herself. When she still hid behind that fake stalker act.None of this would have happened.“Hey.” A voice pulls me out of my thoughts.I lift my head and see Sandra standing over me with a can of Coke in her hand. She holds it toward me with a small smile on her face.“You look like you're about to murder somebody,” she says softly.I let out a tired breath and lazily take the can from her hand. “Still considering it."She chuckles and drops into the seat beside me.The cold
~Sara~The ambulance screech to a halt.The back doors swing open, and the paramedics hurries out the vehicle.“Move, move!”They pull the stretcher out quickly, and I stumble out after them, nearly losing my balance before forcing myself to keep up.“He’s critical—prep the operating room!”“Call the surgeon now!”The hospital lights are blinding as we rush inside. The smell of antiseptic hits me immediately.I run alongside them, my steps uneven as I try to keep pace.“Is he going to be okay?” I ask, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay composed. “Please, just tell me he’s going to be okay.”No one answers me.They don’t even look at me.I reach out instinctively, my fingers brushing the edge of the stretcher before I pull back again, afraid of what I might feel.Don’t die.Please don’t die.Just then, Sandra and Alex burst in. They rush toward me without hesitation. Sandra reaches me first, grabbing my arms firmly.“Sara, how is he?” she asks.I try to speak, but my throat fe
~ALEX~“All right,” the nurse says, snapping off her gloves as she steps back from the bed. “You’re all stitched up.”I groan and I pick my shirt— still blood stained, slipping it on."You're lucky," she continues, putting back the stitching tools in the metal tray, "The bullet didn't hit any vital
~SARA~Alex. Ford. Senior.The cold, ruthless businessman who clawed his way through sweat and blood to build the Ford empire into what it is today. I had heard tales about him. Tales that depicted him as a mean, stone hearted tyrant, who ran his business like mafia Dons. The tales were intimidat
~SARA~"Jesus F—ing Christ!" I yell as I pace back and forth, roaming around the room aimlessly, "I swear to God, I will gouge Jason's eyes out if I ever set my sights on him."My body vibrates with rage, anger grinds through my bones and I seethe my teeth, looking for something to crash all this a
~SARA~She sits across from me, and it feels like a silent standoff.We’re just staring at each other, neither of us speaking, like we’re both trying to size the other up.She looks calm. Too calm. Like she is used to situations like this.She is dressed in expensive clothes. Not flashy, just obvio







