LOGIN“I just miss you.”Althea fell silent for a few seconds before letting out a soft laugh. “We were apart for less than an hour.”“And that was too long.”This time, Althea truly laughed. The light sound of her laughter made the atmosphere in the room feel even warmer.“I’m curious.” Althea finally as
“I think I should have a serious talk with Naomi about this,” Cale decided.“Yeah, maybe she’ll be more willing to listen. And... does Lydia know the full story?” Daven asked curiously.“Of course.” Cale let out a quiet sigh. “At first, I wasn’t planning to tell her, but...” He shrugged. “I can’t li
Cale fell silent.And that silence only made Chris more suspicious of his brother.“Now tell me everything in detail without hiding anything. I know that in front of Mom and Dad, you picked and chose which parts of the story they could handle and which parts you kept hidden from the reality of the s
After Naomi left, the atmosphere in the family room still felt unusual. Even though no one had spoken yet, everyone was occupied with thoughts about Cale’s crazy idea. The problem was that none of them had a better solution than the one Cale had proposed. Not for the current situation.Chris set dow
His voice was calm and even. There was no obvious sadness in it. No trace of lingering grief. It sounded almost as casual as if he were commenting on the weather.And somehow, that was what surprised Naomi the most. “I'm sorry for your loss.”Josh smiled faintly. “I was sad back then too.”Naomi tur
After Naomi asked the question that left everyone speechless, exactly as she had expected, no one answered right away.Even Nathan, who had seemed the calmest throughout the entire discussion, remained silent. Riana looked at Naomi with eyes full of sympathy, while Lydia slowly lowered her gaze. Bec
“Please, Miss Selena,” Erick said as he opened the car door, gesturing for her to step inside—the car Nathaniel Miller had personally ordered for her.Erick didn’t dare ask who this woman was or why his employer had instructed him to treat her with special attention and careful service. Even so, cur
That afternoon, the house was filled with the sound of Josh’s laughter—soft, bright, and utterly contagious. The little boy sat cross-legged on the living room rug, carefully stacking colorful blocks into a tower that wobbled dangerously high. Beside him, Althea watched with amused focus, occasional
That night, the hospital room was painfully still. The only sound came from the steady beeping of the heart monitor, blending softly with Althea’s uneven breathing. Sleep refused to come. Her trembling hand reached for the phone on the small bedside table.The news was still playing on the screen —
“Grace, sweetheart, are you sure you don’t want to bring your teddy bear?”Althea spoke softly as she adjusted a tiny sunhat on her four-year-old daughter’s head.“No need, Mommy. Teddy gets scared when it rains,” Grace giggled, swinging her little bunny-shaped bag over her shoulder.Josh, lounging







