로그인Ethan’s POVThere is something deeply unsettling about knowing your own name but still feeling disconnected from yourself in ways you cannot explain because every morning I wake up inside this villa with the same awareness settling through me all over again the awareness that pieces of my life exist somewhere beyond my reach while everyone around me pretends that is normal.The doctors call it trauma recovery and Maya calls it healing but to me it feels more like standing inside a room filled with locked doors while hearing voices behind them that I cannot fully reach.The frustration of it settles heavier every day. I stand near the balcony overlooking the lake with one hand braced lightly against the railing while cool morning air moves through the open doors behind me, and despite the beauty surrounding this place, despite the silence and luxury and carefully controlled calm something about being here continues to feel wrong in ways I cannot properly define.My body healed faster t
Lena’s POVThe house never truly feels quiet anymore because silence inside grief sounds different from ordinary silence, carrying weight in every room like something important is missing from the air itself and some mornings the emptiness feels so sharp that even breathing inside this mansion hurts.Today is one of those mornings sunlight spills softly through the bedroom curtains while I sit against the headboard still wearing one of Ethan’s old shirts my swollen eyes fixed on the small gold ring resting on the nightstand beside me.His wedding ring.The only thing they brought back the engraving inside catches the light every time I look at it.Lena forever.The words feel cruel now beautiful but cruel.Eli crawls across the bed toward me with determined little movements while soft baby sounds leave him every few seconds, and despite the heaviness crushing my chest the sight of him still manages to pull something warm through me.He looks more like Ethan every day the same eyes and
Maya’s POVThe villa overlooks Lake Como in a way that almost feels unreal with enormous windows stretching from floor to ceiling while pale morning light spreads slowly across the water below turning everything silver and gold beneath the quiet Italian sunrise and most people would probably look at this place and see peace.I see something entirely different when I look at it I see control, I see privacy and I see the reward for months of planning that nearly fell apart the night of the explosion.The villa had been prepared long before Ethan was brought here because I knew from the beginning that if I wanted him separated completely from the life he built with Lena I would need somewhere isolated enough to bury him without anyone asking questions. America would have been too obvious and staying anywhere remotely connected to his old world would have been dangerous which made Italy perfect because places like this protect wealthy secrets better than any locked room ever could.The a
Lena’s POVGrief does not disappear simply because another day begins and motherhood does not pause long enough to allow you time to recover from heartbreak which means exhaustion becomes something constant, something woven into every hour whether you are ready for it or not.By the third night back in Los Angeles my body feels so drained that even opening my eyes hurts but sometime after two in the morning Eli’s cries break through the silence of the bedroom and pull me awake instantly.For a moment I lie there staring at the ceiling while nausea rolls heavily through my stomach, sharp enough to make me press my hand against my mouth before I even sit up, and the combination of pregnancy exhaustion and grief settles over me so heavily that I honestly do not know how I am still functioning.Eli cries again through the baby monitor louder this time, and despite how badly my body wants rest I push the blankets back and force myself out of bed.The bedroom feels painfully empty without E
Lena’s POVThe paper in my hands does not feel real I stare at it for so long that the words begin to blur together black ink swimming against white while my mind struggles to catch up with what the doctor already confirmed what my body already knew before I allowed myself to admit it.Pregnant three months I should feel happiness, shock and fear but instead I feel grief so deep that it settles into my bones because the first person I want to tell is the one person who is not here to hear it.The clinic parking lot is quiet around me as I sit motionless behind the steering wheel the engine still off, the ultrasound photo trembling slightly between my fingers while tears gather in my eyes faster than I can stop them beside me Eli sleeps peacefully in his car seat, completely unaware that my entire world just shifted again.His tiny chest rises and falls steadily beneath the soft blue blanket wrapped around him, his curls messy from sleep, his small hand resting against his cheek in a w
Lena’s POVGrief changes shape over time, but it never truly leaves at first it feels violent and unbearable like something tearing through your chest every second of the day but eventually it becomes quieter, settling into the spaces between moments until you almost forget it is there, and then something small happens a scent, a memory, a song playing somewhere in the distance, and suddenly it is crushing you all over again.Three months have passed since Ethan’s funeral and somehow the world has continued moving as if nothing important disappeared from it.The island feels emptier now not physically but emotionally.The white sand still stretches endlessly beneath the sun, the water still glows blue beneath the light and the villas still stand untouched in their polished perfection but none of it feels the same anymore because he is not here.Nothing feels real without him here.I stand outside one of the villas overlooking the ocean my arms folded tightly against myself as the wind
Lena’s POVThe morning after the carnival feels off even before I open my eyes.It’s not loud hangover chaos or tired relief like I expected. It’s quiet in a way that doesn’t feel earned as if everyone agreed not to talk about something and no one said it out loud. The air through the cracked windo
Ryan’s POVI pick the place because it’s loud.That’s the first rule you don’t meet someone like Donavan in a quiet room, you meet him somewhere with noise and movement and too many people half listening. Somewhere where words get swallowed before they land.The bar smells like old beer and fried f
Ethan’s POV The quiet in this place isn’t peaceful. It’s loud in its own way. It presses in on me, follows me, sticks to my back like sweat. Every room feels wrong without her in it, like the house knows she left and hasn’t forgiven me for it. I don’t remember when I last slept through the night.
Lena’s POVI notice the flyers before I even read them.That sounds stupid, but it’s true. It’s the way they look. Too clean. Too glossy for this town. Pinned up straight, corners neat, paper thick enough that the wind hasn’t curled it yet. They don’t belong on the old wooden notice board outside t







