Mag-log inIt 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
The moment the twins’ doors click shut; I don’t wait. I stalk into my office, close, and pull my phone out. I dial Sierra’s number. She answers on the fourth ring, sounding exhausted. I shake myself. I shouldn’t be able to tell when she’s tired and I hate that I can read her like this.“What game a
After a while, he studies me. Not in a way that makes me uncomfortable, but like he’s noticing something others might overlook. “You look… different,” he says gently. “A little shaken and a bit out of sorts.”I blink, a bit startled. My fingers tighten around the mug, but I don’t deny it. Somehow, a
Noah.The drive home is filled with chatter, but none of it reaches me. The twins are in their own happy bubble, while I’m stuck replaying the image of them with Sierra.It’s unnerving how natural they looked in her arms, how at home they seemed in her house. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear they
I stay quiet, pressing my lips into a thin line. Everything inside me is fighting the whisper of his name in my head.The same man who once wished I could disappear can’t possibly be the one who waited two days for me to wake up.I want to deny it. Want to say that it isn’t him but I can’t. Not when







