MasukEVEI stood at the edge of a wooden platform, listening to a sunburnt man named Coach Scott explain “boating” to us, the participants.I zoned out, listening to the facilitators orientation instead. And for very specific reasons too. Alex was there.Their group was situated about ten feet away from across us, and Alex wouldn't stop making eye contact with me. It was the only way we could communicate without getting attention.After Ana's discovery the other day, Alex and I had to set up some ground rules to keep our relationship secret.I was just about to steal another glance at him when Coach Scott’s voice cut in, loud and sharp.“Hey, you. Velma with the bun,” he barked at me. “You're team four. You're the captain.”I blinked. “Wait What? Me?”“Captain.” He didn't look up from his clipboard. “New face. Too happy. Captain.”That was it? I was being punished for looking too happy?I didn't realize Ana was by my side until she leaned in and whispered. “Congratulations, our lives are o
-Eve-I had never been to a police station, not even when Sal nearly got us arrested. She had called me twice already, and once again, I ignored it. I wouldn't be here if she had just kept her big mouth shut.The police station smelled like antiseptic mixed with sweat and distress. I sat on a hard plastic chair, counting ceiling tiles till I lost track and started over.My heart raced faster than it should've.What if they hooked me up to a lie detector? What if I'm arrested? What if—“Put yourself together, Eve.” I blurted out. At the same time, the door opened.Detective Harris entered, holding a folder with an unreadable expression. Behind him, a voice I knew.Raymond. Yes, he stopped being my father the day he told me not to look for Rachael.My heart sank.He walked past me without stopping. Dark suit, briefcase, and that judgemental look on his face.He spoke to Harris in a low tone, too quiet for me to catch. But I saw the folder. The name on the tab.Coleman. S.I stared at m
-Dominic-My lips twitched as I pulled away from Eve's building. I imagined the look on her face when she opened the bag, the conflicted rage too.I let out a dry chuckle, then caught myself. I had to be at the Langley's in an hour, at Mother's stern request. Also, it was time Grace Langley and I had a chat.The dinner table stretched too long for six people. My father sat to my right, my mother to my left, her hand resting on mine beneath the table cloth like a silent warning.Please behave yourself tonight, Dominic.My father was already three drinks in, laughing at something Victor Langley said about market projections.Grace sat across from me. She had dressed carefully tonight, she was the picture of modest elegance, looking up at me occasionally.I didn't spare her a glance, because beneath all that prim poise, I knew what she was. A psycho wrapped in pedigree.Assaulting Siena Coleman wasn't enough, she had gone as far as attempting murder.I had seen something similar on her
-Eve-The shop had no windows. Just a black door between a laundromat and a bodega, it was the kind of place one would miss if they weren’t looking hard enough.Ana’s card had the address scrawled on the back in purple ink. I almost hadn’t come.But then I’d spent three hours staring at my ceiling, thinking about tomorrow, about everything till I nearly allowed my thoughs to consume me.So I came…. To clear my head, that is.My heart raced the moment I stepped inside. The air smelled like plastic and something sweet, vanilla maybe, overlaid with a chemical edge. There were racks of things I didn’t have names for. Things in neon colors. Things with straps and buttons and ridges that made my face burn just looking at them.Not a single person in sight.Stupid, I thought, backing toward the door. This was stupid. What was I even—“First time?”I jumped. A girl about my age emerged from behind a beaded curtain, wiping her hands on a cloth. She had blue hair, a nose ring, and the kind of
-Eve-“Training allocations are being cut by fifteen percent,” Monica said, clicking to the next slide with a force that was more than necessary.I was stuck with my colleagues in a conference room that smelled too much of her perfume.“If that’s a problem for anyone, I suggest you take it up with HR.” She snapped.She’s either on her period or something, I thought, slumping lower in my chair.My phone buzzed again. Fifth time this morning. Sal.I ignored it.Monica’s voice droned on. Something about the selected charites for the boating regatta. Something about quarterly projections. My mind kept drifting back to yesterday. To Alex’s apartment. To his hands, his mouth, the way he—“Keller?”I jolted. “What?”Monica’s eyes narrowed. “I asked if you had the Lure post-launch report.”“Um. Yes. It’s—I’ll email it after lunch.”She clicked her tongue and moved on. I exhaled, sinking back into my chair, my face burning. Around me, the team shifted, checked phones, doodled on notepads. No o
-Eve-It was foolish to think that running a mile after years of physical inactivity would make me feel better. I only felt worse.I stopped at a bench at a park to catch my breath, but legs wobbled like jelly.Sal crossed the line. She fucking did. I chanted in my mind.I pulled out my phone and searched on Siena Coleman. The article popped up, her name published as the writer.Unconscious Siena Suffers Seizure After Intruder Appears In Hospital Room.By Sally Turner.The article talked about the seizure and contained an account of an eye-witness who saw the intruder in scrubs. Me.“Fuck you, Sal.” I spat, blinking rapidly to fight back tears.At the same time, her words lingered. She was kind of right. I was the one standing in the way of finding my sister. I had let doubt and fear creep even though I badly wanted to find her.Without thinking, my fingers thumbed on one of my social media app. My profile was empty, just my username and a profile picture of me from college graduation.
-Dominic-The loud banging in my head woke me up—no, not my head. It was the door.Fuck, I shouldn’t have drank so much. Someone—maybe more than one person, was pounding on it, stabbing the doorbell like they were trying to break it.I let out a small sigh as I got on my feet, dragging my way acro
-Eve-I turned in the direction of the voice and froze in my seat.It was a kid. A boy.He was around eight or nine. Brown hair, brown eyes. The spitting image of my father.Before I could answer, the door opened and my father appeared in the doorway.“I asked you to stop wandering,” he said to the
-Alex-When I went to Eve’s place an hour ago, Sally told me she’d be at the hospital.When she stormed out of her mother’s room and we collided, I saw her tears and got worried.“Eve?” I called, “What’s wrong?”She stared at me briefly, as if trying to find the right words.“I’m fine,” she murmure
-Eve-I’d heard of dark family secrets, twisted affairs, things best left unspoken. But a hidden sibling? That was something I never imagined. A sister.Suddenly, my world felt a little bigger. And I felt curious. Clueless.I shook my thoughts away and focused on the bookstore. My mother’s old boo







