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We began assembling the blocks one by one. Noah burst into loud laughter every time Liam put a wall piece the wrong way. “Daddy, that’s upside down! The house will fall over!”Liam pretended to grumble. “Your dad has been an architect for three whole minutes, don’t distract me.”I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh. “Alright, Mr. Three-Minute Architect. Maybe we need a project supervisor?”Noah immediately pointed at himself. “I’m the supervisor!”“PeLiam's POV I took a breath. The officer looked at me, noticing my expression change. “Is there someone you're thinking about?" he asked. I looked down at the desk for a moment. I didn't want to accuse anyone without proof. Especially not for something like this. It just felt wrong. Something kept bothering me. Emily was Rachel's stepmother. She had become close to Noah. She also had a dislike for Sienna in the past. That was hard to ignore. I swallowed before speaking. “There isn't any evidence.” The officer nodded. "I understand.” “Hm." I started to say. I paused. The silence hung in the air. Then I spoke. “There is someone who has a history with our family.” The officer looked serious.
Liam's POV Many days went by since Noah's burial. The hurt of losing him had not gotten any smaller at all. On that day, I sat at my desk looking at my laptop screen but not really seeing anything. Papers were stacked on top of my desk, emails kept coming in, and the schedule was full as always. The work world didn't pause just because a person was sad. Maybe that’s why I made myself go back to the office. If I was home, I would see Noah's shadow everywhere. At the table, on the stairs, in a living room, everywhere! Morning light came through the big windows of my office. None of it made a room feel any warmer! I sat still at my desk and looked at the screen but did not really see it. My mind would not pay attention to work. Usually, I can read many pages of papers without losing my focus. Now, my thoughts drift to the same spot again and again.
Sienna's POV I wanted him to walk through the door. I wanted one smile from Noah.Reality was mean. Noah would never come back.That night I was surrounded by memories of my son. I felt like I was breaking apart.My tears did not stop. The pain did not stop either.Every time I closed my eyes I heard his voice again.“Mommy.”It sounded so clear. So real.I held Liam. I cried. My heart broke a little more with every breath.“I heard him.”My voice was weak.“I really heard Noah.”Liam held me tighter.I knew he was crying too. His breathing was heavy above my head.That hug was not enough. It could not take away this pain.Nothing could bring my son back. Nothing could change reality.Liam guided me inside. His hand did not leave mine.Fear was in his eyes.
Sienna's POV I opened my eyes real slow. The sky out the window was still dark blue, showing that a morning had not fully come yet.My head felt heavy. My body was weak.A weak poke came from the back of my hand. An IV line was put there.I turned my head slowly. After a few blinks I tried to recall all.Then suddenly, a name escaped my lips. “Noah.”I sat up quickly. My heart thumped loud in my chest.I was sure I heard his voice. He called for me.“Mommy.”The sound was so clear. It felt real.I yanked the IV line out, not thinking. Some drops of liquid ran down my hand.Pain shot through my skin. It did not matter.“Noah?”I climbed out of bed. My legs trembled beneath me.The room door flew open. The home was dark and quiet.Yet I knew what I had heard. I was sure of it.
Liam's POV Honestly, I was not even sure I could either.I bent my head down slowly while rubbing my tough face.This loss was too overwhelming. Our house felt empty now.No more Noah shouting from upstairs.No more dirty shoes in the living room or loud music blaring from the bedroom.The small stuff that made me whine now turned into the things I yearn for the most.I can still see Noah’s face well that day at the beach. He was grinning. Chuckling. He even made a big heart shape with his hands while yelling that he loved us!That became the last time I ever saw my son alive.My j͏aw tightened instantly at the memory.Whoever did this had destroyed our lives.I got up slow and walked to window again.The town seemed so quiet. Auto lights still went on fine down the roads.It was almost funny.The earth kept
Liam's POV I sat quietly beside the hospital bed while watching Sienna finally fall asleep because of the sedatives.An IV was still attached to her hand. Her face looked pale, and her eyelids were swollen from crying too much.A few moments ago, I had called the doctor to come because Sienna’s condition suddenly worsened. She kept breaking down after the funeral ended until her body finally gave out from exhaustion.Silence finally filled the room now. I rubbed my face slowly while lowering my head.My head felt unbearably heavy. Everything still felt unreal.Noah.My son was truly gone.I still could not believe it. Just a few days ago, he was still sitting at the breakfast table with us.He was still joking about wanting to go to Hawaii. He even shouted at the beach earlier that he loved us.A grave was all that remained now.My chest tightened every time I remembered him.I looked at Sienna again.Her hand was clutching the ed
Sienna's POV The smell of toasted bread filled the air, blending with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I arranged the plates one by one on the dining table, bread, eggs, a few pieces of fruit, and strawberry jam, Noah’s favorite. Morning sunlight slipped through the kitchen curtains, cast
Sienna's POV "Absolutely delicious! Mommy is the greatest!” he exclaimed with pride, offering two thumbs up.I chuckled quietly. "You say that every day.""Because it’s true!" He continued to nibble, shifting his legs to and fro.I watched
Sienna's POV I spotted Liam briefly. He looked at Noah with a look I couldn’t decipher as partly tender, somewhat sorrowful and a trace of optimism he seemed reluctant to express.“Maybe," Liam said reflectively "that vision could turn into reality someday.”I sto
Sienna's POV Soft golden morning light shone through the thin curtains. With the night still fresh in, I remained motionless for a moment while looking up at my ceiling and trying to comprehend what had occurred. It was reminiscent of how someone used to feel strange when they saw me.Th







