Mag-log inSienna's POV
Liam’s car moved slowly toward Noah’s school. The morning air was still fresh, the sky a clear blue without even a trace of dark clouds, as if it knew today was going to matter. Noah sat in the back seat, clutching his blue bag tightly the bag that held a gift for Bam. He looked restless, gently biting his lip, his legs swinging back and forth without stopping.I turned to look at him. “Noah, are you okay?”He nodded, but didn’t say anything. Liam glanced at him throLiam's POV “What if he doesn’t come back?” I asked again, more to myself than to him.My employee fell silent for a moment. He seemed to think, then stepped a little closer, still maintaining a professional distance.“Usually they will come back, sir,” he said quietly. “As long as they know there’s still a place to return to.”That made me lift my head.“A place to return to.” I repeated softly.I thought of home. The living room. The stairs. Sienna’s wounded face. And Noah leaving without looking back.Does he still see that house as a place to return to?Or have we made it feel like a place he wants to avoid?I swallowed slowly. That question was uncomfortable. But real.“Do you have a child?” I asked suddenly.He seemed slightly surprised, but nodded. “One, sir. Still in high school.”I nodded slowly. “And you let them get lost like that?”He gave a small smile. “I watch from a distance.”I frowned slightly.“What d
Liam'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
Sienna's POV The café was full of life, packed with the smell of new coffee mixing with the sound of glasses and soft talks. I got there some minutes early, picking a table by the window where the sunlight shone gently on the wood. Outside, folks rushed along the paths, but here it seemed to
Liam's POVThere was a gap that I couldn't close my eyes upon. It was cold in the bed beside me and Sienna wasn't present. She had decided to return to her flat for some time, but there was still an odd sensation in my chest. By now, I was accustomed to her at the dining table sipping coffee
Sienna's POV Liliana chuckled. "Not the right thing to say, just the truth. My sole desire is for you to cease being reactive. Sienna, I have so many beautiful things in my possession. Don't let fear hide them." I looked back at the cup of coffee with a blank stare. It was half-way thro
Sienna's POV I felt my heart racing.? This desire could have aided in my ability to write with greater authenticity. Perhaps the final section required a heartfelt expression rather than stoic detachment.' Writing is about shedding the most intense layers of our soul. Isn't it?







