LOGINSienna's POV
The sky was filled with dull c͏louds that day. Chilly air stayed all around even though there was no rain, like the world itself had lost its shine the time Noah went away?I stood by the tomb feeling very empty. Since this morning, all things had happened like a bad dream that wouldn't stop. Folks kept coming one after another, giving their sorrys I could hardly hear now.Because my mind focused on only one thing.Noah.Emily's POVA week had gone by. Seven days that seemed like seven ages. I could not even recall the last time I slept well.When I shut my eyes, I saw the same thing: Noah's body being tossed into the air.Blood marked all things near him. Sienna's shout rang in my headThat noise stuck with me all the time. Morning and night, it wouldn't go away.I sat by myself in a room with my knees pulled to my chest. The curtains stayed shut, even though it was day time.I didn't want to see anybody. I didn't want to leave this room.Thinking was the last thing I wished to do. My brain kept on running no matter what.What if Liam learned the truth? What if the police traced my car?What if a cam had caught me? What if someone saw me on that day?My heart began to race once more. Both my hands hid my face.No. That could not happen.I had
Liam's POV I took a breath. The officer looked at me, noticing my expression change. “Is there someone you're thinking about?" he asked. I looked down at the desk for a moment. I didn't want to accuse anyone without proof. Especially not for something like this. It just felt wrong. Something kept bothering me. Emily was Rachel's stepmother. She had become close to Noah. She also had a dislike for Sienna in the past. That was hard to ignore. I swallowed before speaking. “There isn't any evidence.” The officer nodded. "I understand.” “Hm." I started to say. I paused. The silence hung in the air. Then I spoke. “There is someone who has a history with our family.” The officer looked serious.
Liam's POV Many days went by since Noah's burial. The hurt of losing him had not gotten any smaller at all. On that day, I sat at my desk looking at my laptop screen but not really seeing anything. Papers were stacked on top of my desk, emails kept coming in, and the schedule was full as always. The work world didn't pause just because a person was sad. Maybe that’s why I made myself go back to the office. If I was home, I would see Noah's shadow everywhere. At the table, on the stairs, in a living room, everywhere! Morning light came through the big windows of my office. None of it made a room feel any warmer! I sat still at my desk and looked at the screen but did not really see it. My mind would not pay attention to work. Usually, I can read many pages of papers without losing my focus. Now, my thoughts drift to the same spot again and again.
Sienna's POV I wanted him to walk through the door. I wanted one smile from Noah.Reality was mean. Noah would never come back.That night I was surrounded by memories of my son. I felt like I was breaking apart.My tears did not stop. The pain did not stop either.Every time I closed my eyes I heard his voice again.“Mommy.”It sounded so clear. So real.I held Liam. I cried. My heart broke a little more with every breath.“I heard him.”My voice was weak.“I really heard Noah.”Liam held me tighter.I knew he was crying too. His breathing was heavy above my head.That hug was not enough. It could not take away this pain.Nothing could bring my son back. Nothing could change reality.Liam guided me inside. His hand did not leave mine.Fear was in his eyes.
Sienna's POV I opened my eyes real slow. The sky out the window was still dark blue, showing that a morning had not fully come yet.My head felt heavy. My body was weak.A weak poke came from the back of my hand. An IV line was put there.I turned my head slowly. After a few blinks I tried to recall all.Then suddenly, a name escaped my lips. “Noah.”I sat up quickly. My heart thumped loud in my chest.I was sure I heard his voice. He called for me.“Mommy.”The sound was so clear. It felt real.I yanked the IV line out, not thinking. Some drops of liquid ran down my hand.Pain shot through my skin. It did not matter.“Noah?”I climbed out of bed. My legs trembled beneath me.The room door flew open. The home was dark and quiet.Yet I knew what I had heard. I was sure of it.
Liam's POV Honestly, I was not even sure I could either.I bent my head down slowly while rubbing my tough face.This loss was too overwhelming. Our house felt empty now.No more Noah shouting from upstairs.No more dirty shoes in the living room or loud music blaring from the bedroom.The small stuff that made me whine now turned into the things I yearn for the most.I can still see Noah’s face well that day at the beach. He was grinning. Chuckling. He even made a big heart shape with his hands while yelling that he loved us!That became the last time I ever saw my son alive.My j͏aw tightened instantly at the memory.Whoever did this had destroyed our lives.I got up slow and walked to window again.The town seemed so quiet. Auto lights still went on fine down the roads.It was almost funny.The earth kept
Sienna's POV I stared at Liliana for a few seconds, trying to swallow the warmth that suddenly rose in my throat. Liliana rarely looked this sincere without slipping in sarcasm, so seeing her eyes sparkle like that made my chest tighten but in a good way.Liliana set the cover back down
Liam's POV “Emily, I’m not eating here. I’m going back to my room.”She looked up at me, her expression stiffening. “You’re going to leave me eating alone?”“I need to rest.”And more than that, I needed to leave before this situation became even more tangled.Emily le
Emily's POV Sienna, who for some reason received more of Liam’s attention than she ever should have. Sienna, who suddenly made Liam protect her so fiercely. Sienna, who made the look in Liam’s eyes change.My blood boiled.I grabbed my bag and walked out of the restaurant, ignoring t
Sienna's POV I shook my head but followed him into his workspace walls covered in mood boards, visual cutouts, and sketches. The scent of coffee and printer ink filled the air.“Sit,” he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.I obeyed, my heart beating softly. There was a







