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
Everything inside me freezes at his words. They echo in my head like a broken record, over and over again, each repetition more suffocating than the last.This is impossible. Maybe they’re wrong. How could someone want me dead? Who would want me dead?I stare at them, unable to form a single word. M
SIERRAThe first thing I feel is weight. My body feels heavy, like I’ve been buried under layers of fog. My throat is dry, my lips cracked, and the faint beeping somewhere nearby is the only sound cutting through the haze.I try to open my eyes, but it’s like they’re glued shut. The light is sharp w
The silence on the phone stretches. I’m not sure what to tell him. “When and how?” Noah growls out the words. “They showed up a couple of minutes ago; as for the how, I’m not really sure about the details,” I answer, wringing my hands. I can hear the twins in the living room playing with Blackie
He steps closer, not backing down. “Then tell me this: why didn’t you leave once you dropped them off? Why are you still here?”“I stayed for Lilly and for Mom,” I say, gripping onto the words like a lifeline. “I know this is hard for them.”I want to believe that. I need to believe that. It’s the o







