MasukThe morning Caleb left, the house felt too quiet.
It always did after he visited. He had a way of filling the rooms with his calm presence, like a gentle current that steadied everything in its path. Zane missed him already, I could tell from the way he stood by the window after breakfast, pressing his little fingers to the glass like he was waiting for the car to return. “He’ll be back soon,” I whispered, brushing my fingers through his curls. “You know Uncle CaTessa’s POV The hospital room felt smaller every day. It didn’t help that I was meant to be looking for my sister. Even though staying in was the only thing I could do. I couldn’t help but feel like I was wasting my time. I lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, the steady beep of the machines a constant reminder that my body was failing me. The rare blood type had turned what should have been a simple collapse into a nightmare. Donors were scarce. Time was running out. And every time I closed my eyes, I saw Rachel’s face in that parking lot, hugging Stacy like they were old friends. It irked me badly that the doctor kept complaining about my slight increase in blood pressure. He stopped prescribing meds and asked that I have a sumptuous meal of healthy food that would help me. Richard went into making it. That afternoon I was watching a Bulgarian telenovela when he walked into my room. My eyes lit up. “What did you make?” He dropped the food bag and first of all kissed me.
The lawyer’s office felt smaller than I remembered. I hated court cases. I avoided them but now, one has come to me. I have to fight this out. I sighed as I sat across from Mr. Harlan, the same man who had read my father’s will, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The papers in front of me looked official, heavy with legal language I barely understood. Richard sat beside me, his hand resting on my knee, offering silent support. For that, I am forever grateful.Mr. Harlan cleared his throat. “To locate your sister as per the terms of the will, there’s a necessary first step. You must legally change your name back to Tessa. They will specifically reference you by that name. Until you do, the search cannot officially begin, and the estate remains frozen.”I stared at him. “Change my name back? Do you know what it will take?”“It’s a long protocol I know,” he continued. “Court filings, public notices, background checks, updating all legal documents, bank accounts, IDs, business records
Camilla’s POV The burial was quick. The priest said a few words and he was lowered. We stood under a black sky as my father’s casket was lowered into the ground. The weather looked like it was about to rain and I made up my mind to stay when it started. For my father. Though our relationship was tumultuous at the end. I heard he mourned me as Tessa. Heard he didn’t believe I was dead. So what did I do after becoming Camilla Jones? I ignored him wholly. I let my father suffer under my stepfather. He had little money now. Though I throw money at him like a bone to a dog, through Caleb but that was not enough. And now I have even owned the name Tessa as mine, but our relationship didn’t get any better. It was like we grew distant. A tear slipped down my face. He….he didn’t deserve this. He spent everything to buy me eyes and what did I do? Cast him aside. I let out a cry and Richard wrapped his arms around me. Rubbing my shoulder. I was a bad daughter. I deserve all that is happeni
Camilla’s POVONE WEEK LATER The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fresh flowers. But this time was different. Madam Clarisse was getting better. I could see it with my eyes but that did not take away the fact that her recovery was going to be a long one. Madam Clarisse sat on the edge of the bed, looking frailer than I had ever seen her, but her eyes still held that familiar steel. The doctors had finally cleared her for discharge after days of monitoring. The bullet had missed vital organs by a miracle, but the recovery had been slow and painful because she was older. Richard helped her into a wheelchair, his face tight with worry and relief. I stood nearby, holding Zane’s hand. My son looked up at his grandmother with wide eyes, still processing everything that had happened. He had been asking me questions, and I was running crazy, finding ways not only to evade them but also to give vague answers. The minds of children always wowed me.Just before we left the room, Richa
Stacy’s POV For a weird reason, I felt uncomfortable. What if that fool fesses up? No! I have to be prepared. I went into the bedroom and took out my bag. I was shoving clothes into it while staring at my phone. No phone call. My heart was pounding. And just like I expected, the phone rang while I was packing the last of my things into a small black duffel bag. I grabbed it and glanced at the screen. My police ally. One of the few I still trusted in this crumbling network. Mr. Crook. A perfect name for a bad man. I answered, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was racing. “What?” “The shooter talked,” he said, voice low and urgent. “He gave you up. Full confession. Names, payments, everything. They’re coming for you. Get out now.” I hung up without another word. Immediately I am jolted back to when the issue with Camilla happened before. The way Caleb helped me run. But this time is different. I can handle myself now. The hunger from before stirred inside m
Camilla’s POVI sat in the cold hospital waiting room, staring at the sterile white walls until they blurred. Until I couldn’t tell what I was looking at.Madam Clarisse was still in surgery. The doctors said the bullet had missed vital organs by centimeters, but she had lost a lot of blood. She was stable for now, but I was scared of losing her, even after all that had transpired between us. She was now scored on my heart after what had happened last. But that wasn’t what kept replaying in my mind.It was Harley—my best friend.The woman who had stood by me through every storm. The one who held me when I thought Richard had betrayed me. She was the one who had laughed with me, cried with me, fought for me.Why would she want me dead?The police said the shooter had mistaken Madam Clarisse for me because we were wearing the same basketball jersey—the one Harley had given me as a gift after our time at the beach. Madam Clarisse had seen it and said she liked it. I never knew she went
The early evening light bled softly into the living room, turning the walls a shade of warm gold as the wind outside nudged gently at the windows. The house felt peaceful now, with Zane finally tucked away in his room, arranging his new toys from the morning’s surprise.I rubbed a hand along the ba
Richard's POV After the meeting with the investors, I slipped my hand into my pocket, planning to check my phone, only to realize it wasn’t there.I froze for a second, patting my suit jacket, then the other pocket. Empty. My brows drew together. I could’ve sworn I’d had it when I left the house.
The next morning, the house was quiet.Too quiet.No soft creak of shoes pacing across the floor. No sharp clicks from Stacy’s cane tapping through the hallway. Just the low, rhythmic splash of water coming from the kitchen.I padded down the stairs slowly, my fingertips grazing the rail. My chest
Tessa’s POVDarkness.That was the first thing I knew.Not the kind t







