I had never been good at hiding secrets, but this one sat inside me like a ticking bomb because I dared not spill it except I wanted my head rolling on the floor. Every morning I woke up, my hand went to my stomach as if to remind myself that it wasn’t a nightmare, that there really was a tiny life growing there. Nicholas’s life. My life and our life.And yet, the last thing I could do was tell my mother. Not when she still moved around the house like a typhoon waiting to take over the entire city.She had stopped ignoring me, but we weren’t us again. Her words came in clipped instructions, her gestures deliberate. The love was there with the tiny gestures like dinner cooked, laundry folded, and the occasional blanket tugged over me when I fell asleep on the couch, but it was silent love, unspoken, and very fragile.One afternoon, she appeared at the dining table where I was pushing food around my plate.“Cassandra,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. She would only call me that
|Cassie|I sat slumped against the front door, knees drawn to my chest, and stared at the passcode panel like it was some kind of wall between my life and everything I wanted. The silence of the house pressed in on me. My mother’s absence felt like abandonment, like the floor had been pulled out from under me.I pulled my phone out with shaking hands and turned it on. The first thing I did was call Nicholas. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do when my world tilted but the call didn’t go through. I tried again and again. By the fourth attempt, the message popped up in cold, merciless letters: Service Unavailable.It hit me then. She had cut me off. My mother had cut off my voice and connection to him. She had disabled the service for my number and I have been left stranded. Even the Wi-Fi password for the house had also been changed, so there was no way I could connect to the internet.The tears came hot and fast, blinding me. I pressed my forehead against my knees, clu
The silence in the house was loud as we stared at each other. Mum’s face had gone pale with fury after Ryan’s poison had spilled into her ears.“Mum, please…” I followed her across the living room, hands trembling, and my voice cracking. “I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, but.. but…”She stopped at my statement. She stood there stiff, her shoulders rising and falling like she could barely breathe. But she didn’t turn to face me even as I talked. She didn’t say a word with all that I had said.“Mum,” I tried again, tears burning my throat. “I didn’t betray you. I like him. I was the one that liked him first. Long before I even admitted it to myself, I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I found peace with him. You’ve seen me; you know how happy I’ve been in these past few months, you even confirmed it; do you remember? Doesn’t that matter anymore? Don’t you want me to be happy like I have been?”Her silence sliced sharper than any words could; she didn’t have any response to
The entire place looked like a storm had passed through it. My room was a mess of tissues, pillows tossed everywhere, and the curtains half-drawn like even they were tired of me. I didn’t know how long I’d been crying before the banging on my door came.“Cassie! Open up, it’s us!” Chloe’s voice rang through the door. It sounded sharp and urgent.Mia’s was a bit softer, before a trembling one followed. “Don’t make us kick this thing down. Open this door while we are being nice and calm with you.”As expected, I knew they would show up anytime soon, but I wasn’t sure if their visit was based on Nicholas’s call or me not answering their texts or picking up their calls before my phone went dead, and I didn’t care about charging it.I dragged myself up, my body leaden and face blotchy from tears. When I unlocked the door, they both rushed in like they’d been holding their breath, expecting me to open the door.“Oh, Cassie…” Chloe’s arms were around me in a second, her palm pressing the bac
The moment she said, “I don’t love you,” I felt the heart that was previously happy inside of me crack.It didn’t give a dramatic sound like the shatter of glass, but the quiet, brutal kind of break you only feel in your chest when the air suddenly refuses to move through your lungs due to external forces caused by an unpalatable situation.She’d stepped out of the car like she was fleeing a fire, her small frame stiff with resolve, and her bag clutched like a shield to her chest tightly. And me? I just sat there, watching her silhouette vanish behind the gate, her shadow swallowed by the streetlamp glow. I couldn’t do anything at that moment.I didn’t move, even when the engine hummed beneath me and the street emptiness and silence engulfed my brain and thoughts. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, and my chest tight from insufficient air.Cassie had broken up with me.No, not just broken up. She’d gutted me with words I knew weren’t true. I’d seen it in her eyes, in the
Cassie sat by the window of the car the whole ride home, her reflection in the glass fractured by the blinding city lights. Nicholas’s hand rested on the gear shift, close enough that she could have reached out, curled her fingers around his, and leaned into the warmth she always sought in him.But this time, she didn’t. She just couldn’t. Every word of the message she’d received in the restroom was etched in her brain like a scar: Step back or her promotion vanishes.Her mother’s dream and her mother’s entire life’s work were on the line. No matter how she thought about it, she had no choice but to let go.When the car slowed in front of her gate, Nicholas glanced at her. “You’ve been so quiet. Is something wrong?”Her heart squeezed at the softness in his tone. His face was half in shadow, with his sharp jawline and those eyes that always seemed to see right through her defenses. She wanted to scream, to cling to him, to say please don’t make me do this. Instead, she forced steel in