ログインMaya’s POVI don’t sleep properly anymore not really I close my eyes sometimes but my mind doesn’t shut off it just keeps moving, replaying things, rearranging them, fixing them the way they should have happened instead of the way they did.There’s a difference and people don’t understand that they think things are final they think once something breaks, that’s it but it’s not.You can fix things you just have to be willing to do what other people won’t I sit at the small table staring at the photo in front of me, my fingers resting lightly on the edges like I might smooth it out if I press hard enough.It’s one of the wedding photos not the big one not the one everyone saw this one is smaller more personal something I managed to get my hands on after I got out.Ethan looks at her in it like she’s the only thing in the world that part hasn’t changed and that’s what bothers me.I tilt my head slightly studying the way his hand rests at her waist, the way she leans into him like she bel
Lena’s POVI don’t realize something is off at first the house is quieter than usual not empty just arranged.Eli is asleep, finally after fighting sleep like it personally offended him, and I’m standing in the kitchen rinsing a cup when I notice it too quiet no footsteps no Ethan moving around no sound of him on the phone or checking something or pretending he’s not watching me from across the room.I dry my hands slowly looking toward the hallway. “Ethan?” I call out.No answer.I frown slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and walking toward the living room nothing the bedroom are also empty I stop for a second confused he was here I know he was here before I can think too much about it I hear the front door open behind me making me turn and there he is standing there like nothing is strange like disappearing for ten minutes is normal.“You just vanish now?” I ask.He closes the door behind him looking way too calm. “I went out,” he says.“I noticed.”He watches me for a second the
Lena’s POVI never thought I would see this place like this not like this not alive in this way.I’m standing just outside the café, Eli tucked against my chest in his sling, the soft weight of him grounding me as I look down the street that used to feel quiet almost all the time too quiet like the town was holding its breath now? Now there’s movement everywhere voices I don’t recognize laughter that carries down the road suitcases rolling over pavement that used to be cracked and uneven but now smooth enough that even the sound of wheels feels different.“Okay,” I murmur softly adjusting Eli slightly as he shifts against me his tiny fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. “This is new.”He lets out a soft sound like he’s answering me. I smile pressing a light kiss to his head.“You are going to grow up thinking this is normal,” I tell him quietly. “You have no idea what this place used to be like.”“Talking to him again?”I look up already smiling.Ethan.He’s walking toward me
Maya’s POVPeople think distance means safety that if you can’t see something it’s not there that if enough time passes things just go away.They’re wrong.I lean back against the wall just far enough into the shadows that no one would notice me unless they were looking for me specifically which they’re not because they think I’m gone they think I’m out of the picture, they think I lost.I didn’t lose I just stepped back there’s a difference from where I’m standing, I can see the house clearly.Not every detail but enough.Enough to know when he’s there.Enough to know when she’s there.Enough to know when they’re together and they are of course they are.I tilt my head slightly watching as the front door opens and Caroline steps out first her voice carrying even from this distance because she’s always been loud, always been dramatic always inserting herself into things that don’t belong to her.Like Lena.Like Ethan.Like everything that should have been mine.I don’t move and I don’
Lena’s POVI don’t think I will ever get used to how loud this house has become not loud in a bad way not chaos just full with oices and laughter.The soft sound of Eli fussing one second and calming down the next footsteps moving in and out like this place isn’t just mine anymore it’s ours and somehow that doesn’t scare me like it used to.I’m standing in the kitchen gently rocking Eli against my chest while waiting for the kettle to boil when I hear a car and not just any car a very familiar one.I freeze for half a second before walking toward the window shifting Eli slightly so I can see better and then I smile because of course. “Your grandparents are here,” I murmur softly to Eli brushing my lips against his head right on cue, the front door opens before I even make it there.Caroline doesn’t knock she never has. “Where is my grandson?” her voice carries through the house before she even steps fully inside.I laugh softly walking toward the hallway. “In here,” I call out.She ap
Lena’s POVThe island doesn’t look like the same place anymore.I stand on the wooden walkway that now stretches across the beach, Eli resting comfortably against my chest, and for a moment I just take it in.The water looks clearer than I remember the kind of blue people travel across the world to see. The sand is soft and even no longer scattered with broken pieces of what used to be here. The pathways are finished now leading down toward the beach in smooth lines, lights already installed for the evenings when the sky turns gold and the ocean reflects it like glass and the villas the a’re almost done not just structures anymore but something real, something beautiful, something that actually fits here instead of taking over it. Small, elegant, built in a way that feels like they belong to the island instead of trying to change it.People move around everywhere but it’s different now and the town they are not watching from the side anymore they are part of it laughing, working, talk
Lena’s POVI told myself I was just going to loo that is what I said when I walked into the baby store just looking at the pastel blankets and tiny socks but the truth is from the second I stepped inside I knew I was lying to myself.The place smelled like new fabric faintly sweet and clean mixed w
Ethan’s POVLos Angeles feels louder than I remember or maybe that’s just me.I drive without music just my thoughts, and they are not kind.My hands grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ache, my shoulders locked in a tension that refuses to loosen no matter how many deep breaths I take. I
Ryan’s POVThe air in the prison is cold in a way that doesn’t feel natural. It isn’t winter cold or night cold. It’s a manufactured chill, like the place itself wants you uncomfortable, wants you small, wants you reminded that people who end up here lose more than just their freedom.I sit on the
Ethan’s POVI find her on the beach late in the afternoon where the sky sits low and heavy almost as if it is holding its breath.The tide is out leaving long strips of wet sand that shine like dark glass and the wind keeps tugging at her hair in slow restless pulls. She stands close to the water b







