Chapter 2: The Past Came Knocking

Tiana’s hand remained looped through James’s arm as though she belonged there. She tilted her head, her wide eyes feigning surprise when they fell on Sarah.

“Oh, Sarah,” her voice rang with false humility, soft enough to fool anyone who didn’t know better. “You’re back already? I didn’t know you’d return today. If I had known, I wouldn’t have stayed here. Forgive me, I’ll just go now.”

Her shoulders curved as though in shame, her lips pursed like a woman eager to disappear.

But Sarah knew the act. Her silence was deliberate; her eyes were sharp on Tiana, refusing to reward the performance.

But yet again, another familiar little voice cut through her thought.

“Don’t go!” Daniel’s cry split the room. His small hands clutched Tiana’s waist with desperate force. “Don’t go, Auntie Tiana! You’re always here with me, every day. Why must you leave because she came back? I don’t want you to leave. She should be the one to go!” Daniel cried, pointing accusingly at her mother.

Sarah’s breath hitched, as though the boy had torn something from her chest with those words. Her lips parted, but no sound came.

Her son wanted another woman to stay. Her son wanted her to leave.

James’s jaw tightened, a muscle flickering at the edge. He rubbed his forehead, sighing heavily. “Daniel, that’s enough.”

But Daniel shook his head, clinging harder to Tiana. His face flushed red with emotion, his small chest rising and falling quickly.

Tiana bent, gathering his face in her palms with practiced tenderness. Her fingers stroked his cheeks, her voice low and melodic. “My love, don’t cry. It’s alright. I will see you again soon.”

She tilted her head upward just enough for her eyes to catch Sarah’s. A faint smile, smug and calculated, curved her lips before she turned back to Daniel. “Be strong for me, okay? Auntie Tiana will always come.”

Her words slid into the boy’s ears like a promise carved in stone.

Reluctantly, she straightened. Her hand lingered on James’s sleeve longer than necessary before she sighed and walked toward the door.

Her exit was slow, designed to leave an echo of absence.

The silence she left behind felt thick enough to choke anyone around.

James dropped into a chair, pressing his fingers into his temples. His irritation burned through the air.

“You didn’t have to be so rude,” he said finally, his eyes meeting Sarah’s with reproach. “Ryan is gone, and Tiana is his widow. She’s been through enough. She is family. You should try to understand that.”

The words struck harder than any insult. Family. That was the excuse.

Sarah’s mouth moved, but nothing came. Instead, she turned to Daniel, desperate for a piece of what used to be hers.

She crouched low and gathered him into her arms, holding him close, as if her embrace could remind him of the bond between them.

“Danny,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You are my son. Please, don’t push mummy away. I love you.”

His small body stiffened. Slowly, he raised his face to her, eyes so sharp they felt borrowed from James.

His voice now cracked and raw but as well, resolute. “I don’t want you! I hate you!”

Sarah’s arms loosened at once. Her heart plummeted as Daniel tore away, running up the stairs. His footsteps thundered until a door slammed shut above.

James exhaled heavily, rubbing his brow again. “I’ll go to him.” He rose without waiting for her reply and followed their son upstairs, his back turned as though she were invisible.

The living room fell into a silence that screamed.

Sarah’s knees gave way. She sank onto the floor, her hands covering her face, and sobs tore free: ragged, uncontrollable, shaking her whole frame.

Her tears blurred the world, but the sharp buzz of a phone dragged her back. It vibrated insistently against the glass table. James’s phone.

She wiped her face with trembling hands and rose slowly. Her steps were weak as she reached for the device. She wanted to carry it upstairs to him. But the lit screen froze her mid-motion.

A new message. From Tiana.

Her chest tightened as her eyes scanned the glowing words:

‘Today was perfect. Being with you reminded me of who we used to be. I still remember our blissful moment last night in bed. I’ll always cherish it and look forward to it again. I miss you badly tonight.’

The phone slipped slightly in her grip, her fingers trembling violently.

The room tilted. The edges of her vision blurred. She collapsed onto the couch, the device became heavy in her hand.

Every suspicion, every sleepless night, every whisper of doubt she had buried came crashing to the surface.

Tiana was not just Ryan’s widow. She had never left James’s heart. And now, the proof lay glowing cold and merciless in her palm.

Sarah’s chest rose in jagged waves. She clutched the phone against her lap, her knuckles white, her tears streaming unchecked.

James had never truly let Tiana go.