Aaliyah’s POV I signed my name at the bottom of the lease papers, my hand barely shaking even though my heart was thumping in my chest. I slid the pen across the table and handed the document back to the man sitting across from me. He adjusted his glasses, looked down at the paper again, then back at me as if to make sure I truly knew what I was doing.“Young lady, you’re sure about this?” his voice was soft, almost hesitant.“Yes,” I nodded firmly, not once looking away. “I haven’t been more sure of anything in my life.”He studied me for a long moment, like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he nodded, signed his own part, then pushed a copy across the table to me. “The house is yours now. You can move in right away.”Relief and determination tangled inside me. “Thank you.”The guard from earlier showed up to escort me back. He carried a key in one hand, and gestured toward the house that was now mine. I followed silently. But my eyes weren’t on the house
Aaliyah’s POVThose last words from Orrin felt like a blade pierced through my heart.That was it. That was the moment I finally understood. Nothing I said now would matter. Talking to him wasn’t going to bring his memories back, and Annabelle sure wasn’t going to confess just because I demanded it. I stood there, bleeding and trembling with my chest rising and falling so fast I thought I would choke.The pain in my elbow throbbed but it was quickly overshadowed by the pain in my chest. How was I supposed to fight for him when he looked at me like a stranger, when he called her his wife?The sound of heavy footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. The estate guard who had followed me here in my car, barged in at last, probably because I had been taking too long. His eyes widened immediately as they fell on me, on the blood streaming down my arm. He froze, then shifted his gaze to Orrin and Annabelle, who stood several feet away from me as if I were some plague they couldn’t risk cat
Aaliyah’s POVThe bottled water slipped from my hand the moment those words left his lips. It rolled across the tiled floor, finally stopping at the base of a pole.My heart felt like it stopped beating altogether.“What?” My voice trembled as the word escaped me.He slowly pulled his hand from mine, as though even my touch was something foreign, something unwanted. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’ll be on my way now.”I stared, blinking at him, unable to make sense of anything. My chest rose and fell quickly as though I’d just run miles. “What are you talking about? Orrin… what are you saying?” My throat tightened and I forced the words out. “You can’t say that to me. I haven’t slept a single night since the day you went missing. I’ve searched for you in every corner, every street. How can you stand there and tell me you don’t know me?”His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to reply, but the confusion in his eyes was enough to stab me deeper than any knife. Th
Aaliyah’s POVThe sound of the gavel still echoed in my head long after I left the courtroom. Aurora’s words lingered even louder and more painful. My knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as I dropped into my car. I was so tired. Tired of chasing dead ends. Tired of holding back tears. Tired of walking into police stations only to hear the same words again and again: “No new updates.”I slipped the keys into the ignition, but instead of starting the car right away, I let my forehead rest on the wheel. My chest heaved with a sigh that carried weeks of exhaustion. When will this end? When will I finally hear his voice again, feel his arms around me?Slowly, my hand came up and rested on my stomach. My baby. Orrin’s baby. At least there was still one reason I had to keep going. There was still hope.I finally lifted my head, blinked back the tears threatening to spill, and started the car. I meant to head to the station, to ask for an update for what felt like the thousandth
Aaliyah’s POVThe sound of my heels echoed against the pavement as I stepped out of my car, clutching my purse to my chest. The air smelled faintly of rain; gray clouds hung low above the courthouse, pressing the day into something colder than it should have been.Two weeks. Two long weeks since Aurora was arrested. Two long weeks since Orrin went missing.My lawyer stood by the courthouse steps, adjusting the lapels of his suit as if everything in his world was neat and in order. He spotted me and offered a polite nod. “Mrs. Hayes. You’re on time.”I gave him a stiff smile. “I didn’t have anywhere else to be.” My voice was rough, like it had been used too much for crying and not enough for living.I could tell from the way his eyes lingered on my face that he noticed how worn out I looked. I had tried my best that morning; layering heavy makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes, pinning my hair back neatly, wearing a pressed black dress. But there are things makeup can’t h
Aaliyah’s POVI pressed the phone tighter against my cheek, my body tensing.“What do you mean by that?”On the other end, he cleared his throat. “Mrs. Hayes, before I explain, I need to ask… how do you know this woman, Annabelle?”I shut my eyes briefly. The memory of that day rushed forward. The car against her frail figure, her body tumbling to the ground and the fear on her face when we carried her into the car. Orrin insisted she wasn’t hit. But I insisted we couldn’t leave her on the road.I swallowed hard. “We… we ran into her with our car. Or rather, she ran into us. Orrin swore he didn’t touch her but she collapsed right in front of us. We took her to the hospital and later found out she had nowhere to go, no family close by. So I let her stay with us… just for a few days.”The silence that followed stretched for long.Finally, the officer spoke again. His voice was lower this time. “We ran some background checks on both your husband and the young woman. And we discovered s