LOGINSienna’s POV
As I walked, I noticed the other people. A father cradled his fussy daughter, a mother busily checking her shopping list on her phone. They all seemed preoccupied with their own worlds, but none of them seemed devastated. For a moment, I envied the calm. But then I realized, maybe they had their storms too, just invisible. Just like me.I paused in front of the fruit rack. Shiny red apples were neatly arranged, fresh green grapes glistening with dew. I picked a fewLiam's POV I shut my eyes for a bit, then let out a big breath.But Sienna, I sighed again. She couldn't see it like that.For her, all must be now. All must be clear. All must be safe! I understood. She’s a mother. She’s worried.But sometimes, she goes too far.Too forceful. Too controlling.I opened my eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.“If only-”The words stayed not done. If only that night didn't take place. If only Sienna didn’t shut Noah in his room.If only I had been firmer. Or maybe gentler.I did not know. All I knew was that from that time, all things had changed.Noah ran off. He was gone without a sign.I bent my head, rubbing the back of my neck that was tight.“How did it come to this?”I truly didn’t know what else to do.Sienna blamed me. Said I was too lenient. Too indulgent.While
Liam's POV The call finally disconnected.I held the phone to my ear for some seconds, even if Sienna's voice was not there. Slowly I dropped it.Silence.My office suddenly felt suffocating.I reclined in my seat and wiped my face with two hands. My head was pounding not just from tiredness, but because it all felt too weighty.Too much. Too fast. I let out a long breath.“Noah.”His name fell soft from my mouth. That kid, where did he really go?I looked at the table in front of me. Papers were stacked high. My computer was still on. Email alerts kept popping up.But my mind wasn’t here at all.It had been two weeks.Two weeks since I could truly focus on work. He was gone. I held the phone in my hand.I wanted to call again.But what for?I already knew the outcome. He wouldn’
Sienna's POVI knew he was worried too. I could see it. I knew he was thinking about Noah.We were different.I couldn't sit still. I couldn't pretend everything would be okay. He could still work. He could still go on with his day like nothing had happened.I took a breath. I tried to steady myself.I wasn't angry. Not really.It felt like disappointment. Maybe a little envy. I couldn't be that strong.I stood up. I walked to the window. I stared outside as the sky slowly changed color.Time kept moving. Whether I was ready or not."Noah."I whispered his name softly. Like he could hear me."Have you eaten?" The question sounded simple. It hurt more than anything else.I didn't know. I didn't know anything about him anymore.As a mom that felt like my failure.I put my forehead against the glass. It
Sienna's POV The home seemed way large. Way silent and much too hurtful.I was in the center of the living room, looking at the stairs Noah walked down each day. It was three days. Three days since he vanished without saying a word. It felt like years.I held the phone in my hand more tightly. The screen didn't change. No calls, no messages.No sign that Noah still remembered this home.Yesterday, Liam and I went to a police place. I still recall sitting there, my voice shaking as I explained all.Each word seemed like saying that I had lost my son.But their response still echoed in my head.“He most likely just ran away, ma’am.”"We can’t start a complete search before 72 hours."I shut my eyes. My chest got tight again. “It’s nearly three days.” I said softly.But to them it still wasn’t enough.It was j
Rachel's POVMy mother did not answer. She looked at me with a face but there was something in her eyes that I could not understand."That is why?" she said finally "if he still wants to push himself then it means he has already made up his mind."I became quiet again. My mothers words sounded cold and too sensible."Sometimes," she said softly, "people like that will not stop, no matter how worried we are."I swallowed hard. My chest felt tight. "So we are just supposed to do nothing?" I asked quietly.My mother gave a smile. "Not nothing. You need to know what you can and cannot do."I frowned. "What do you mean?""Yes," she said. "There is a line between caring about someone and getting too involved in their life."I looked at my mother trying to understand what she meant."You are allowed to worry about Noah. That is normal. Do not feel like you are r
Rachel’s POV It has been three days. Three days since Noah ran away from the hospital. Three days since his parents came to my house with expressions that I just cannot forget. I am standing by my bedroom window staring at the garden without seeing anything. My thoughts keep going to Noah and his last message. [I’ll continue boxing training.] I bite my lip. "That is crazy." How could Noah do that? He was just in an accident. His body has not recovered yet. Still he ran away. Now he is training again? My hand tightens around my phone as I open the chat again. Noah's message is still there. Short and casual as if nothing is wrong. As if he is fine. Noah is not fine. I let out a breath and my emotions got all tangled up. I feel annoyed at first, sharp and immediate. Beneath that I feel something else. I am worried about Noah. If he wants to prove something why does he have to do this? Why does he have to hurt himself like that? "Noah is an idiot." I whisper to myself. I try
Liam's POV I never expected the walk to Emily’s apartment to feel this heavy. On the way there, my mind kept replaying the fabricated images that had spread overnight photos taken without my consent, stitched together with false narratives deliberately crafted to provoke the public.I ha
Liam's POV Sienna stood at the kitchen doorway with a surprised expression, her hair still slightly messy from sleep. Noah immediately ran toward me.“Daddy! Daddy’s cooking?” he exclaimed happily.I smiled and ruffled his hair. “Yeah, sweetheart. Daddy woke up early.”
Sienna's POV Noah thought about it for a moment. Then he pressed his lips together and nodded firmly, like an adult making an important decision.“Alright. But can I have ice cream after dinner?”I smiled, squeezing his hand. “After dinner, you can. Deal?”“Deal!” he replied, swi
Emily's POV My apartment was flooded with the glow of dusk streaming through the large windows. Shades of orange washed over the entire room, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. I set my bag down on the sofa, slipped off my coat, and my steps felt light too light, eve







