MasukSienna's POV
I cupped my mouth stifling a chuckle. "Mischievous right?”“Yes!" Noah agreed decisively as though he had uncovered the reasoning. "He didn’t want to end up as chicken soup!”I released a sigh. "So the carrot deserves to be penalized, correct?”"Punished?" Noah's eyes grew a bit wider.“Yes. Thrown into the trash.”Noah appeared devastated. "Poor carrot.”“If it falls on the ground it becomesSienna'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
Emily's POV Rachel kept crying softly against my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my clothes.My eyes stared blankly ahead before I spoke again. The words came out heavier this time.“Your father sent the divorce papers today.” Sadness coated every syllable carefully.Rachel pulled away slightly and stared at me in shock. Confusion instantly filled her expression.“What?” Her voice sounded almost breathless.I lowered my head slowly as if struggling to hold back pain. Part of that sadness was real.“Your father wants to divorce me.” The sentence felt bitter even leaving my mouth.“Why?” Rachel whispered weakly.A small shake of my head followed. My eyes stayed lowered to maintain the fragile image I needed her to see.“Maybe your father hates me now too.” My voice softened deliberately.Rachel immediately fell silent. Doubt slowly appeared in her eyes.I gently held her hand before speaking again. Every word was carefully chosen.
Emily's POV My chest felt painfully tight. The pain mixed with regret and lingering hatred. I closed my eyes while crying softly again. Noah’s image kept replaying endlessly inside my head. His body flying through the air looked horrifying. Blood stained the road beneath him. Sienna’s screams echoed inside my ears repeatedly. For the first time since the accident, my hands trembled because of fear instead of anger. I am terrified of myself now. I lowered my head while hugging myself tightly on the bed. The room felt colder with every passing second. Even my own breathing sounded unfamiliar in my ears. What had I done? Noah was dead because of me. That sentence repeated endlessly inside my head like punishment. I bit my lip so hard it started hurting. Even that pain could not erase the image of Sienna at the funeral earlier. Her empty stare and broken tears haunted me. The way she hel
Sienna's POV Noah giggled. “Daddy is important. Mommy too.”I laughed softly. “Then that makes Noah the most important.”“Why?” Noah moved closer, his eyes bright with curiosity.“Because you’re the one who makes this house lively,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him closer
Sienna's POV All I could do was watch as the graphite pencil in Rudolf’s hand moved swiftly across the paper. He didn’t ask any more questions, didn’t explain what he was drawing. Just line after line appearing, slowly forming something. His focus was so intense that I felt my presence in th
Sienna's POV The meeting finally concluded neatly that day. Chairs were pushed back, laptops were closed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air slowly dissolved. I stood and shook hands with Vina, the publisher’s representative who had supported me professionally from the very beg
Emily's POV I got into my luxury car with a harsh movement, slamming the door harder than necessary. The scent of genuine leather and the overly cold air conditioning greeted me, but none of this luxury made my chest feel any lighter. I kicked off my heels carelessly, propping my feet up on







