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I remembered the publisher meeting earlier that day, how they spoke about my book seriously, as if it were something real and important, not just a dream I held quietly to myself. I smiled faintly. I had come this far. It wouldn’t be fair to stop now just because the past tried to pull me back.The light turned green. I drove on.My thoughts drifted to Noah. To the way he ran around that morning, to his endlessly enthusiastic voice, to his simple little world. I wanSienna's POV I looked at Noah, unable to hide the emotion swelling in my chest.Just seeing him sitting in front of us like this was already enough to make me feel unbelievably relieved. The past few days had felt like a nightmare searching for him everywhere, terrified of losing contact, terrified that something had happened to him. Now he was here. Sitting quietly. Eating the food I made.It felt simple. But to me, it meant everything.Noah immediately lifted his head slightly when he saw the container I pushed toward him. His expression shifted faintly, like he wanted to protest but was too tired to actually do it.“Mom,” he murmured softly.“What?” I asked quickly.“That’s too much.”“I don’t care.”My answer came too fast, making Liam glance at me briefly. But I truly didn’t care. As long as Noah kept eating, I would keep giving him whatever he needed.I watched his hands as he opened another container. His movements were slow. He
Noah's POV Not after I saw how much they were trying to get what I was doing, even if they did not like it.I lowered my head slowly.I was just starting to see that my choices didn’t just change me.There was Mommy, unable to sleep.Daddy, constantly trying to stay calm.Then there was me - running from all things, like that would fix anything.I let out a quiet laugh under my breath.Silly. All this while, I thought I was by myself. But the fact was they were still here. Even when I kept trying to shove them far away.Finally I stopped at the edge of the road and took my phone out of my pocket. I loo͏ked at the screen for a few moments before opening my dad message from earlier that morning.Call if you need anything.Short, Simple, Very Dad-like.I stared at the note for a bit before shutting the screen
Noah's POV I took a breath before I looked at the clock on the wall. I had been at the hospital for a long time. Then I turned to Rachel.Rachel was still staring at me. Her eyes did not look away. They were not totally calm either. It was like she was waiting for me to say something.I did not say anything. A small part of me felt let down.That was stupid.I did not even know when I started hoping she would actually show up.I looked away for a moment at the hospital window. The sun was shining through the glass beside her bed. The afternoon was already passing by.I thought about the training gym. My. Dad.My thoughts went back to them. They said they were coming to the gym today. If I was gone for long they would probably start looking for me again.I rubbed the back of my neck before I finally let out a breath."Alright then." My voice so
Noah's POVMy eyes were moving back and forth looking for anything. One person who had been on my mind since earlier.Aunt Emily.I did not even know why I wanted to avoid her. It just felt natural. After a while I stopped in front of the room with the number as before.I looked through the glass window in the door. It was quiet. Rachel was the one inside.She was sitting on the bed facing the window. Her shoulders were a little slumped. Her hands were just resting in her lap. From where I was I could tell she looked bored. Maybe she was just tired.I took a breath before opening the door slowly. The sound made her turn around away and when our eyes met she looked surprised."Noah?" Her voice was quick. "Why are you here?"I closed the door behind me before answering. "I just wanted to make sure Rachel was okay."I walked closer to the bed
Noah's POVI have been standing in front of the hospital since this morning.I do not even know when I got here.The sun is high in the sky now. My feet still have not moved inside.I just stand there staring at the entrance. People keep coming and going nonstop.They all look like they have somewhere important to be. Everyone except me.My hands are in my hoodie pockets, fingers clenched together.There is this feeling I can’t explain.It is hesitation.Should I go in?bShould I not?Rachel is doing better.At least that is what I last knew. I made sure the doctors were treating her. So there is no reason for me to be here.Yet I still can’t leave.The image of Rachels face from night keeps replaying in my head.Her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was uneven. She tried to pretend she was fine.
Sienna's POV Sometimes Liam would lend a hand. He'd hand me containers, seal the food and even clean parts of the kitchen that were getting messy.“I'll help." I'd just nod. I didn't have the energy to say no.We worked in silence.This time it was a different kind of silence.Calmer and More focused.Eventually everything was almost done.I closed the container and looked at all the food lined up on the counter.A lot. Maybe too much. I didn't care.As long as it was enough. As long as he wouldn't go hungry.I let out a breath. My hands shook a bit. Not from being tired. From nerves.I was going to see him. One hour.I looked at Liam.“We should go." I said quietly.He nodded.For the first time since m
Sienna's POV “The idea can be straightforward yet it requires a narrative," Emily remarked as she browsed the images. "We aim to showcase your identity as an author. Nothing. Inconsistent, with who you are.”My fingers nervously played with the corner of the paper laid out befo
Sienna's POVThe moment the doors of the publisher building shut behind me I released a sigh I’d been keeping inside since earlier. It seemed like all my energy had been sapped during that meeting not due to the conversation itself but because Emily’s unexpected arrival stirred up old feeling
Sienna's POV “I'm just scared of hoping much " I murmured softly. "Scared that if I begin to think I deserve happiness I’ll realize that I don’t.”“If anything vanishes," Liliana answered softly, "it won’t happen due to your desires. It will occur because it wasn’t destined for
Sienna's POV That morning began with a warm kind of bustle. Noah trotted around holding his bag, while Liam tried to button his shirt with one hand and fix Noah’s hair with the other. I chuckled softly watching such a simple scene, yet one that always managed to calm my heart.“Daddy, my







