تسجيل الدخولNoah's POV
I just sighed. “She’s just a friend.”Mommy nodded, but her expression didn’t change.The next day at school felt slightly different.Alina was still near me, talking like always. But there was a small space that wasn’t there before. She didn’t joke as much. Didn’t tap my arm when she giggled.A week later, her chair switched due to a new group job.And in some way, we did not return to what it wasSienna's POVI opened my eyes slowly. The white ceiling was staring back at me.I blinked a few times but I did not move. It was hard to lift a finger.I just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling. I did not feel anything.No sadness, no anger, not even the urge to cry. There was emptiness.A huge emptiness that felt like a part of my life was gone, leaving a hole that could never be filled.I took a breath and turned my head to the other side of the bed. It was empty.My mind started thinking about Noah. My chest felt tight. No tears came.Maybe I had cried a lot already. Maybe my heart was just too tired.I closed my eyes and memories of Noah came back to me. One by one they filled my mind.I remembered when I first held Noah in my arms. I remembered his hand holding my finger and his loud cries.I remembered when he learned to walk and
Liam's POV I could hear soft noises from a police station behind him.A door opening. People talking.Footsteps moving back and forth.At the same time, I stayed stuck in a space full of thoughts about my child."Any other developments?"My voice sounded exhausted.Tomy did not answer immediately."There are still some things the investigators are looking over."I frowned slightly."What do you mean?""They're trying to make a more full time line."I stared out the bedroom window.The morning sun was starting to peek through the curtains.That light did not make anything feel better."They wanna know if Emily had been watching your family’s moves before this."My chest tightened immediately.Tracking us?I gripped the phone more firmly.
Liam's POVI sat on the side of the bed, looking at Sienna's face when she was sleeping. She had been asleep since yesterday but she still has not really woken up.I softly moved the bits of hair hiding part of her face. She seemed way more calm than she had in the last few weeks.There was no weeping. No empty looks. No more wild shouts for Noah's name in the night time.Yet, I realized this did not say Sienna was fine. She was just very tired.Her body was making itself to rest. It was trying to fix hurts that could not be seen.I let out a deep sigh. Then I took her chilly hand softly."I know you're still hurting."My sound was gentle. Maybe even more gloomy than I wished it to be.Since Noah was born Sienna has given her whole life to him.I ͏still recall how she freaked out when Noah had a small fever. I remember how she could not rest before his fi
Emily's POV I immediately shook my head. "No." My voice trembled. "I don't want to." The guard didn't care. He gently pushed me inside. I turned around at once. "Wait!" "I'm innocent!" My voice rose. "I didn't kill Noah!" The iron door slammed shut in front of me. Bang! The sound made me freeze. I immediately ran to the bars and gripped them tightly. "Please!" "I didn't mean to do it!" "Please let me out!" I cried and screamed. Yet the corridor remained silent. No one answered. No one cared. Slowly, I sank onto the floor. My sobs grew louder. I wrapped my arms around my knees. I was truly alone. Robert had left me. Rachel hated me. Now, I couldn't even forgive myself anymore. I covered my face with both hands. Yet the harder I tried to forget everything, the clearer Noah's image became. His face. His smile. Then Sienna's vo
Emily’s POV The smell of metal and damp air hit me the moment I stepped inside that place. A prison. A place I had only ever seen on television. Now, I was standing inside it. "No." I shook my head over and over again. This couldn't be happening. I wasn't a criminal. I wasn't a murderer. I had simply lost control that day. I immediately turned toward the officer walking beside me. My voice echoed through the long corridor. "You arrested the wrong person!" "I didn't mean to do it!" The officer kept walking without even looking at me. Panic immediately began to rise inside me. "I'm innocent!" Tears streamed down my face. My voice cracked as I pleaded. "Please listen to me!" Still, there was no response. The handcuffs
Sienna's POV I saw my face in the glass. My eyes were puffy. My face seemed white and tired. I could hardly know myself now. Just a couple weeks ago, I was thinking about simple things. I was thinking about the family dinner. I was thinking about a job. I was thinking about Noah getting near me again. Now all of this felt like a different person's life. It seemed really far away. Liam gently ran his thumb on the back of my hand. That little act made my throat feel tight again. I knew he was trying to stop me from breaking down. I felt thankful for that. Because if I had been by myself, I didn't know if I could have gotten this far. Some days felt like too much. Outside, the streets got busier as we got near the city. Cars came by us from the other way.
Liam’s POV The morning was still gray when I opened my eyes. Sunlight hadn’t fully broken through the curtains yet, but the sound of last night’s rain had been replaced by a silence that felt oddly irritating. Beside me, Emily was still asleep, tucked under the blanket up to her chin. Her face loo
Liam’s POV The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the doorbell rang loudly and repeatedly. I had just finished washing my face—hair still a mess, wearing a wrinkled shirt—when I dragged myself toward the door. Before I could open it, Noah’s excited voice rang out as he bolted from the living room.
Sienna’s POV An editor from the publishing branch I work with was meeting me in town. It wasn’t an official appointment, just a kind offer from people who knew I was in the city. But I understood the real reason—they wanted to check in on my manuscript’s progress.I straightened the ligh
Sienna’s POV I woke up this morning with a wide smile on my face, whether from a good night’s sleep or the sound of the waves crashing gently in the distance, I didn’t know. Sunlight streamed through the thin white curtains that swayed softly in the sea breeze. Its warmth touched my skin, waking m







