MasukSienna’s POV
I looked at the spoon he held out toward me again. Thin steam rose from the soup, its aroma light, not overpowering. My hand reflexively moved to stop him, but Liam only shook his head slightly, as if he already knew I would try to refuse again.“I can eat by myself,” I said, trying to sound firm.He gave a faint smile. “I know. But if I let you eat on your own, I’m sure you’d stop after just two bites. Am I right?”I froze, lips ready to protest, but no words caLiam'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
Liam's POV I sat quietly beside the hospital bed while watching Sienna finally fall asleep because of the sedatives.An IV was still attached to her hand. Her face looked pale, and her eyelids were swollen from crying too much.A few moments ago, I had called the doctor to come because Sienna’s condition suddenly worsened. She kept breaking down after the funeral ended until her body finally gave out from exhaustion.Silence finally filled the room now. I rubbed my face slowly while lowering my head.My head felt unbearably heavy. Everything still felt unreal.Noah.My son was truly gone.I still could not believe it. Just a few days ago, he was still sitting at the breakfast table with us.He was still joking about wanting to go to Hawaii. He even shouted at the beach earlier that he loved us.A grave was all that remained now.My chest tightened every time I remembered him.I looked at Sienna again.Her hand was clutching the ed
Emily's POV Rachel kept crying softly against my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my clothes.My eyes stared blankly ahead before I spoke again. The words came out heavier this time.“Your father sent the divorce papers today.” Sadness coated every syllable carefully.Rachel pulled away slightly and stared at me in shock. Confusion instantly filled her expression.“What?” Her voice sounded almost breathless.I lowered my head slowly as if struggling to hold back pain. Part of that sadness was real.“Your father wants to divorce me.” The sentence felt bitter even leaving my mouth.“Why?” Rachel whispered weakly.A small shake of my head followed. My eyes stayed lowered to maintain the fragile image I needed her to see.“Maybe your father hates me now too.” My voice softened deliberately.Rachel immediately fell silent. Doubt slowly appeared in her eyes.I gently held her hand before speaking again. Every word was carefully chosen.
Emily's POV My chest felt painfully tight. The pain mixed with regret and lingering hatred. I closed my eyes while crying softly again. Noah’s image kept replaying endlessly inside my head. His body flying through the air looked horrifying. Blood stained the road beneath him. Sienna’s screams echoed inside my ears repeatedly. For the first time since the accident, my hands trembled because of fear instead of anger. I am terrified of myself now. I lowered my head while hugging myself tightly on the bed. The room felt colder with every passing second. Even my own breathing sounded unfamiliar in my ears. What had I done? Noah was dead because of me. That sentence repeated endlessly inside my head like punishment. I bit my lip so hard it started hurting. Even that pain could not erase the image of Sienna at the funeral earlier. Her empty stare and broken tears haunted me. The way she hel
Emily's POV I sat silently at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever. The bedroom lights were intentionally left off, leaving only the dim glow from the garden outside the window.The room felt cold and painfully quiet while I stared at the floor without truly seeing anything. My hands were still trembling uncontrollably.The sound of that impact kept replaying inside my head again and again. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as my breathing turned uneven.I never thought everything would end like this. Deep down, maybe I had always known it would.My emotions had become too overwhelming for me to care anymore. I lowered my head while pressing a hand against my aching temple.Everything started yesterday when I secretly went to Sienna’s house. I still remembered sitting inside my car while watching the house from a distance.That warm house had almost become mine once. It was the same house I used to dream about.Then the front door opened slow
Sienna's POV I immediately shook my head softly.“Don’t blame yourself.”Even to my own ears, my voice sounded weak and broken.“If Noah were here, he would never want to see you crying like this.”Rachel bit her lip hard again. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks, and seeing that made my own eyes burn once more.Because I knew Noah truly cared about this girl.Even after all the pain he had gone through.Behind us, several of Noah’s friends still stood near the grave, placing flowers one by one. Johan lowered his head quietly for a long moment before finally stepping back with red eyes. Kevin even turned his face away while quickly wiping his tears.They were all far too young to lose someone like this.I closed my eyes for a moment.Noah was far too young too.He should have still been at home right now. He should have been complaining about my cooking, arguing with me over small things, laughing together with Liam.Not lying
Sienna’s POV I stood for a moment at the doorway, letting the midday light seep through the strands of my tangled hair. The room felt stifling—like my heart. How many days had I shut myself away like this? Everything seemed to spin so fast, yet strangely slow. Outside, the world kept turning. Mean
Sienna’s POV Everything began to move quickly. Emily was busy rifling through drawers, opening little boxes in her room with a frantic expression—one I couldn’t tell was genuine or just another performance. Liam hovered nearby, overseeing the chaos, while Noah scurried around asking questions, as
Sienna’s POV My heart felt crushed from the inside. How did this home—once filled with laughter, love, and sacrifice—turn into a prison of blame, hatred, and exile? Liam... the man I once proudly called mine, the one I once called home. Now he doesn't even have a shred of trust in me. He just sto
Sienna’s POV I stepped out of the kitchen and my eyes immediately found Noah sitting cross-legged in the living room. His small frame hunched over the tiny table, crayons in hand, busy scribbling on his drawing paper. I walked slowly, making my way toward him. “Noah,” I called softly. He didn’t







