LOGINIt glints softly and as I run my thumb over it, it grounds me. Tethers me to the present and reminds me that I am not alone.The panic doesn’t disappear, but it eases just enough for me to breathe again. Just because they’re suing me doesn’t mean my life or my career is over. It feels catastrophic,
SIERRAI’m sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of me, pretending to read through research articles, but I can’t get my mind to focus. At this point I think I won’t be able to focus on anything until everything is cleared.The company hasn’t sent their lawyers, but I know it’s not a matter of
Just thinking about it makes bile rise in my throat.Slowly, I reach into the drawer and pull out Chloe’s diary. I need something solid. Something real. Something to anchor me.My fingers tremble slightly as I flip it open and turn the page.[We all used to hang out even though it wasn't often, but
She freezes, just for a second, before her face smooths out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I advance on her slowly. “So you’re going to play stupid?”“I really don’t know…”“Jocelyn.”I say the name and watch her closely… Then I see it. The widening of her eyes and the split-second panic
For a second, everything freezes. My hand tightens around the car door handle, my feet rooted to the ground.“Mr. Wood?” Blaze’s voice pulls me out of the paralysis.“Are you sure?” I ask.“Yes,” he replies. “I ran through security footage. They’ve been meeting at least twice a week.”I inhale slowl
“If I remember correctly,” she says coolly, “you stopped me.”“That’s because I didn’t want us to sleep together before I officially made you mine,” I reply. “And before I could do that, you told me to get out.”She scoffs. “What did you expect? You basically rejected me and even after that, I gave
We stare at each other, me with shock, her with something I can’t quite name. Bitterness? Hatred? Or maybe both.When I used to hang out with Chloe, Brook was always there like an unavoidable shadow. The sisters had more in common than they liked to admit, especially their behavior. Sometimes I wond
Noah.I sit in the bright, sunlit boardroom. I should be focused on the presentation, on the numbers and projections being thrown onto the screen. But I can’t because my head is a battlefield with thoughts colliding and fighting for dominance.This is the first time in my life I can’t focus. Focus h
The sting is sharp, settling low in my chest. He can’t even fake it. Not even here. Not even in front of his own daughter. It hurts, but I push that hurt aside. It doesn’t matter.“Grandpa, what is pegnancy?” Nova’s sweet, curious voice cuts through the chatter like a bell.Uncle Rowan smiles at her
I walk slowly towards Noah. No one needs to tell me it’s him. Even after six years, I can still tell him apart from millions of people.I literally feel like my heart is lodged in my throat. Like someone is squeezing my lungs. Stealing the very air, I am trying to push into them. I clench my hands i







