LOGINLiam’s POVI closed my eyes for a moment before looking at Emily"Have you ever thought about Sienna?" The question made Emily tense up."She lost her son and it still hurts her a lot. She still hears Noahs voice she still sees his shadow. She cries every night."Emily bit her lip and her fingers tightened around the edge of her prison uniform."I lost my son too. I lost the future he was supposed to have I lost every plan we made I lost every dream he carried."I swallowed hard feeling a lump in my throat."He never even got to live his life."There was silence between us again.The only sound was the hum of the air conditioner filling the room.Emily did not look at me anymore. She looked down at the table in front of her.For a moment I thought she was starting to understand.A few se
Liam's POVI turned off the engine when I parked outside the detention center. The gray building stood silently in front of me; it was cold and unwelcoming.I sat in the driver's seat for a while not moving. My eyes were fixed on the walls ahead.Emily's first court hearing was tomorrow. My lawyer told me that we had all the evidence we needed.We had the CCTV footage. The vehicle investigation and witness statements all pointed to Emily.The case was much ready for trial. I still had one question on my mind.I wanted to see Emily. I did not want to forgive her.I was not going to threaten her. I just wanted to hear the truth from her.Why did she do something cruel?After a few minutes a correctional officer took me to the visitation room. There was glass between us and we each had a telephone on a small table.I sat down. Waited, my hands clas
Sienna's POV"Now I cry because I remember Noah."A faint smile touched my lips even as tears gathered in my eyes once again."I can remember him without feeling like I have to chase after him."Liliana looked at me for a long moment. A gentle smile slowly appeared on her face."That's a huge step forward, Sienna."Silence lingered between us before I finally nodded. Maybe she was right.The wound in my heart was still there. The longing had not faded even a little.Tonight was different. I could think about Noah while remaining quietly in my seat.Running out of the house never crossed my mind. Chasing a shadow that existed only in my memories no longer felt necessary.I simply missed him. Perhaps that was the small step I had been searching for all this time.Our conversation drifted to tomorrow's dinner, the market we wanted to visit again, and the sunrise William promised would be beautiful if the weather stayed clear.
Sienna's POV Night came in slowly. The noise of the waves was clearer than it was before that afternoon.Moon shine bounced off the sea on the other side of my window, making shiny lines that moved with the wave.I sat at a tiny desk looking at the sea. The blue book I got before was open in front of me.A plain dark pen sat in my hand. My eyes stayed on the line I wrote just a couple hours ago.Today I heard the sound of the waves.It was just one line. Looking at it again made me wish to put in something else tooTaking a light breath I put my pen on the page once more.The waves always come and leave? Maybe that is why the sea isn't really alone.My hand went way slower than it did before. There was a time when I could fill pages without stopping.Writing a short part now felt like going up a big hill. A small grin showed on my face anyway.
Sienna's POVI walked toward the cashier with Liliana. Before I knew it I had bought a notebook and a simple black pen.As we stepped out of the bookstore I turned around one time. The shelf with my novels was still standing inside.A faint smile came on my lips. My heart was saying things that no one else could hear.Noah.You always said you wanted to be the person to read every story I wrote. Maybe you can't read them anymore.My chest felt tight again. The sadness was still there. It did not hurt me as much as it used to.I held the notebook a little tighter. It felt like somethingIf I can write again someday I will write a story with hope in it.I want to believe that even though we never forget what we lost, life can still go on.Liliana nudged my arm gently. Her smile was warm."Come on.""Afternoon
Sienna's POV I kept gripping the book for a while. My fingers slowly followed each letter of my name that was printed on the cover.It seemed odd. It was like I was seeing a different person's life not my own."An author."The words slipped from my lips in a quiet murmur.Liliana turned to me. A wonder filled her eyes!"Hm?""I almost forgot."A sour grin crossed my mouth. The thought seemed far away."I once had a dream this big."Writing was never just a fun thing that turned into a job. It had always been my other home.When I was glad, I wrote. When I was blue or mixed up, I wrote too.Each feeling I couldn't say turned into a tale. Each mood found its spot on the sheetAll things turned different afte͏r that. To open an empty paper was not something I could do anymore.Fear had taken control. I
Sienna's POV My eyes were still heavy, the lids glued shut as if with wood glue. My head felt stuffed with cotton, maybe because I had stayed up too late the night before. But the sound of the doorbell kept ringing once, twice, three times—with patient, consistent persistence. I groaned soft
Liam's POV Streetlights lined up like man-made stars that never dimmed, illuminating the path I followed out of the parking lot. The hum of the car engine blended with the rush of the night wind, creating a silence that only amplified the echo of my thoughts. My hands were still gripping the
Liam's POV The office was silent, only the ticking of the clock competing with the sound of my own heartbeat. The sunlight, which should’ve felt warm, only added another weight on my back—burning my skin and tightening my chest. I sat in my work chair, documents open on the laptop screen, bu
Sienna's POV My sobs slowly faded, though my body still trembled. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand, still hiccuping as I tried to breathe. The ache remained, but at least now I could breathe a little easier. Liliana led me to the sofa without many words. She wra







