Se connecterMy hands shook as I sat in the cafe waiting. I turned on my phone to check the time. It was 8:15AM, Jaylen promised to be here by 8, he was fifteen minutes late.
What if he didn't want to see me? What if he changed his mind and decided this meeting was useless. I reached forward and took a sip of coffee, it tasted bland and I felt the need to spit it out, but I gulped it down instead. My nerves were frayed. My mind was running wild and my heart was pounding recklessly. The chair in front of me pulled back, the metal legs scraped the wooden floor and drew my attention. I lifted my eyes to see Jaylen, smiling down at me. He looked different… He was taller, his shoulder was broader and he'd grown to be handsome, breathtakingly handsome. “Jaylen…” I gaped, there were no words in my mouth He paused and his smile faded, a million thoughts were going through my head. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to remember if I had combed it this morning. He left the chair and walked over to me, we were standing so close that I could smell his cologne. He brought his thumb to my bottom lips and with slow motions, he ran his fingers over it. . I was held in a trance and I was sent to another world where just the both of us existed. I was breathing him in, his essence, his warmth. “You're so beautiful…” he whispered and on his lips was a smile I spent many nights trying to forget, now he was standing in front of me and he was undoing all the pains and trauma of the past years. The years I spent without him. And all of a sudden, It felt like I never left him. “I've missed you so much.” he whispered and He pulled me into a tight hug, I closed my eyes and begged the tears not to come. After a while, I pulled out of the hug, because I was beginning to remember Neah and the happiness she brought to me. I don't deserve to be happy while she's laying in the grave. “Sorry I was late,” He said, breaking the awkward silence between the both of us. “I kind of panicked and… It's good to see you again, thank you for coming.” “Thank you too. You've grown a beard… You look so different. Your muscles are massive, what the hell?” He smiled, I watched his dimples sink in. “You're staring at me like you want to run away from me.” he said with a teasing smile. “You won't even imagine. You know the picture of those Greek gods that–” “So this is what you've been doing behind my back? So you've been cheating on me?” I turn around in shock and I find Nathan walking towards me, his features are contorted in a frown. I take a step back and my body meets the solid structure that is Jaylen. For a second, I'm not afraid. “Nathan…” I forced out “What the hell are you doing here, did you follow me?” “I decided to follow my wife and look at what I found… HowHow long have you been cheating on me? How long has this been going on!” “She's not your wife.” The voice cuts through the air like obsidian blades. It's firm and deep and unapologetically cold. Nathan weighs Jaylen, I watch uncertainty and fear cross his eyes but anger wins and he steps forward. “And who the fuck do you think you are?!” I turn to Jaylen and place my hand on his arm. I know what this must seem like to Nathan but people are watching us, the last thing I want is to cause a scene and drag Jaylen's reputation to the front of an entertainment magazine. He deserves better. “Please, I'm so sorry for this. Can we reschedule?” Jaylen places his hands gently on my cheeks but there is nothing gentle in his eyes when he turns to Nathan. “No, I'm not going anywhere without getting you away from this bastard first…” Nathan's brows came together in a frown, I had never seen him this angry. Jaylen was taller and obviously more stronger than Nathan, that might be the only reason why Nathan hadn't attacked him yet. “What did you just call me?” “You heard me, you little bastard. If I was there I'm sure Neah would still be alive. You should consider yourself lucky that I am choosing not to beat the shit out of you for the pain you've caused Diana. You should be thanking your gods!” I was too shocked to speak, too cold… “Where is Neah?” Nathan asked all of a sudden, his brows had dropped and now anger was replaced with confusion and a little bit of fear. A chuckle erupted from deep within my chest. Not from amusement, it was from hate, pain and anger. “Oh finally, you're realizing that she's really gone?” I ask Nathan. He froze and stood there, staring into the distance. “Let's go.” Jaylen whispered and I let him lead me out of the cafe and into the parking space. “This is your car right? I watched you pull up…. Diana? Diana, are you okay?” I opened the door of my at and the first thing my eyes landed on was the urn, holding Neah's ashes. “I need to get these clothes to the orphanage, I'm giving them out… Do you know any orphanages around here?” “Diana, you need to sit.” “I'm fine.” “Where is Neah!” the familiar voice yells. He's angry again. “Get into the car, I'll handle him.” “Where is our daughter!” “You left her the rain! I called you and reminded you to pick her up from school, you know she had myocarditis, she wasn't even allowed to shower with cold water but she was soaked in the rain. While you were petting the dog and laughing with Camille, Neah was dying! She died and you killed her. She had a chance to survive but you wouldn't pick up the phone, you cut our credit card and left me with no resources…” I was crying, I could not see Nathan but I wanted him to see his reaction to the truth. I wanted to see the pain in his eyes. With the back of my hand, I wiped my eyes and I met his empty eyes staring back at me. “This is very childish of you, Diana. First you follow me to the hospital, then you fake Neah's sickness, then you pretend you want a divorce and you're cheating? Gosh, how did I end up with this bitch?” My world slipped from under my feet. “Get in the car, we're going home and you're taking me to Neah.” “Are you scared of the truth?” I hear Jaylen ask and I know he's talking to Nathan. “You think so low of Diana, how can a mother curse her child with death?” “Neah is dead. That urn in the passenger seat, guess what it is?” Jaylen says Nathan spots the urn, he shakes his head. “Get in the car Diana, we're going home!” Nathan yells and he turns away.TWO YEARS LATER Two years old feels heavier than it sounds.Diana knows this as she stands by the window, watching the backyard slowly fill with people she once thought would never live long enough to argue about tablecloths and cake flavors. Two years is not just candles and balloons. It is survival stacked on top of survival until it starts to look like a life.Atlas turns two today.Outside, Oliver is setting up the long wooden table. He has the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his movements careful but steady, like his body remembers pain but no longer obeys it. He keeps stopping to straighten the plates, to realign the cups, to check the cutlery like precision might ward off bad luck. Diana smiles at the sight of him.“You’re going to wear a hole into that table,” she calls through the open door.Oliver looks up, grinning. “Someone has to take this seriously.”That makes her laugh. A soft sound. Real.Dorothy arrives next, loud before she is even visible. She comes through the ga
Mikhail groans softly as the phone vibrates against the bedside table. He opens his eyes and he groans again when he realises that someone is calling him at night. It is still dark enough that the room feels suspended between night and morning, the kind of hour where reality has not fully decided to return. Diana is curled toward him, the blanket twisted around her naked body, her breathing slow and even. One arm is flung across his chest like an anchor, possessive even in sleep.He gently kisses her hand and rolls away from her. He reaches for the phone carefully, silencing it before it can ring again.“Hello,” he says quietly, already sitting up.He slips out of bed, tugging his boxer briefs on as he moves. The air feels colder without her warmth. He glances back once, just to make sure she has not stirred. She has not. Her hair is a mess on the pillow, lips parted slightly, peaceful.He closes the bedroom door behind him.“Hello,” the voice on the other end says.Mikhail freezes.
The house sits in the quiet part of the city where sound feels polite.Where neighbors nod instead of stare. Where the air smells like cut grass and warm wood. Where danger feels like a rumor instead of a certainty.Storm knows better than to believe that.She has never once mistaken peace for immunity. She just refuses to let fear dictate how she lives.She's noticed that life is much more sweeter when you're not running and looking behind your shoulder. It's more sweeter when you're not planning on how to take someone's life in exchange for money. She moves through the house barefoot, sunlight spilling across the floor, hair loose, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. There is a softness to her mornings now. A slowness she earned with blood and survival and too many nights spent waiting for the other shoe to drop.Her past might always haunt her.She will greet it when it comes.But for now, she is happy.“Dorothy!”Ark’s voice cuts through the quiet from outside.Storm groan
THREE MONTHS LATERThe stadium is loud in the way that feels alive.Not violent. Not dangerous. Just loud with joy, with strangers shouting together for the same reason, with hands thrown up and voices cracking from singing and yelling and believing in something simple.Diana sits beside Mikhail with her jacket open, one hand resting low on her belly. The bump is unmistakable now. Not something she has to search for in the mirror. It exists. It announces itself.Mikhail has learned the rules of football slowly, painfully, asking questions at the worst possible moments, shouting at the wrong plays, cheering a second too late. Diana loves it. Loves the way he leans forward like the outcome personally offends him. Loves the way he looks at her afterward to check if his reaction was correct.When their team wins, the stadium explodes.Mikhail stands without realizing it, fist in the air, shouting something that makes absolutely no sense. Diana laughs so hard her eyes water.“You’re one of
The days drag.Not loudly. Not dramatically. They drag in the quiet ways that make worry worse.Mikhail does not let Diana skip meals. He watches her plate like it is a mission, slides food closer when she forgets to eat, presses a glass of water into her hand without saying a word. He never frames it as concern. He frames it as normal. As if feeding her is simply part of loving her.She lets him.At night, he holds her tighter than usual. Not possessive. Protective. Like if he loosens his grip even a little, the world might take something else from him.When the phone finally rings, Diana jumps.Mikhail answers it before she can. His expression barely changes, but his shoulders stiffen.“Thank you,” he says. “We’re on our way.”“The results?” Diana asks and Mikhail nods “They're out.”The drive to the hospital feels longer than the last one.Jaylen is already there when they arrive.He looks calm. Too calm. His hands are folded in front of him, posture composed, face unreadable. He
Mikhail drives slower than usual.Diana notices it the moment they pull away from the curb. His hands are steady on the wheel, posture straight, eyes fixed ahead, but there is a restraint to him that feels unnatural. Like a man holding himself back from breaking something.Or someone.She watches the city blur past the window, then glances at him. His jaw is tight. His mouth set in a line that means he is thinking too much.“You’re going to wear a hole through the road,” she says softly.He exhales through his nose but does not look at her.“I am not worried,” he says.She almost laughs.She reaches over and rests her hand on his thigh, grounding herself as much as him.“Don’t lie to me,” she murmurs. “This is already messy. You don’t have to pretend.”He finally looks at her then. Really looks at her. His gaze drops briefly, involuntarily, to her belly before returning to her eyes.“What if,” he says quietly, “the baby is his.”The words hang between them.Diana turns them over in he







