LOGIN"But I can't just let go of everything." Cale's gaze turned serious again. "I can't ignore my responsibilities."Naomi lowered her head. She knew that was true."And I can't ignore you."Those words made Naomi slowly lift her head. Their eyes met once more."Mr. Gavin saved me more than once." Cale'
Naomi stood quietly, taking in the view. And for a while, neither of them spoke. Because sometimes, silence is the best way to begin an important conversation."Sunrises always remind me of Mr. Gavin." Cale's voice was quiet.Naomi turned to look at him.The man, just like her, was enjoying the beau
"It's freezing outside, Mr. Cale.""Because it's still early, and the temperature around us has dropped by several degrees. Put on your thick jacket."Naomi sounded like she was whining. "Come on, Mr. Cale. I only went to sleep a few hours ago. I'm still really sleepy."Cale remained as calm as ever
Before sunrise the next morning, the campsite was still immersed in silence.The mountain air felt much colder than it had the previous night. A thin mist hung low among the pine trees while the sky was still filled with stars that had yet to be replaced by the morning light. In the distance, the so
It was so powerful that it nearly made her knees go weak. Once again, she had to make sure of what she was seeing. Just in case her eyes were deceiving her or she had misread the situation. But... that was exactly what had happened. No one was hurt, there had been no attack from anywhere, and everyo
As the oldest in that small group, Naomi worked up the courage to move first. Even though her heart was still pounding from the gunshot they had just heard, she forced herself to stay calm. At least, as calm as she could manage."Naomi..." Grace's voice came softly from behind her. The little girl w
“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







