LOGINEmily's POV
Now I looked at it closely. The lines of his face yes that was clearly Liam. Those eyes, soft yet stubborn belonged to Sienna.The child who was once close to me when he was five years old.He even called me Mommy Emily then innocent and carefree.How ironic.The world is truly small.Now that child is close to Rachel.Rachel, whom I have guarded all this time. Rachel, the thing that has keptSienna's POV"It's true."I looked down at our hands. The weight of those words felt heavy in my chest.Liam had been taking care of me. "Because I want to take care of you."Liam did not wait to answer. That made my chest hurt more.I closed my eyes away. My heart felt warm. It hurt at the same time.Now Liam was still thinking about me. He was trying to be the person I could lean on.He was doing this even though he was struggling to stay standing himself. He was carrying the loss.I remembered the nights over the last few weeks. I woke up crying.I called Noah's name over and over. I barely ate anything.Liam was always there. He never complained.He never left me alone. Not even when I pushed everyone away.I touched his cheek. For a moment Liam looked surprised.I did something. Maybe it had been a time since
Sienna'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 walked slowly down the corridor of the house, now so silent. Each step felt heavy, as if I were leaving something unresolved back in the living room. Liam’s goodnight still echoed in my ears, simple, yet layered with emotions I couldn’t fully decipher.I opened the bedroom
Sienna's POV My ears caught faint sounds from downstairs, maybe Liam was still in the living room, maybe he couldn’t sleep either. A part of me wanted to go down, just to sit with him again, but I held myself back. We needed distance, at least tonight.I exhaled deeply, trying to steady
Sienna’s POV I closed my laptop slowly, letting a long sigh escape me without realizing it. The kitchen was silent, as was the living room. The house felt too still, too quiet for a heart as busy as mine. The black screen of my laptop reflected the image of my tired face, the faint dark circ
Sienna’s POV We stopped a taxi. On the way, Noah leaned against my shoulder, his eyes nearly closed. I gently rubbed his back, letting him rest a bit in the middle of the noisy, congested streets.Behind the glass, the city continued as usual, people rushing, horns honking, street







