Mag-log inHAZELAnother Monday morning, this one felt different.By this evening, William and I would pick up the DNA result.I tried not to think too much about it. I had work, and staring at the clock wouldn't make five o'clock come faster.The new office building was impressive, but my mind was too occupied to properly look around. I had been told my office was on the tenth floor.I walked towards the lift and pressed the button, the doors opened. I stepped inside and pressed ten.Just before the doors closed, someone else entered.I moved slightly to give the person space, my nose recognised that cologne. I lifted my head and saw Elvis. His eyes met mine.“What are you doing here?” I asked immediately.“Good morning to you too.”“Good morning. What are you doing here?”“I have an office here.”My eyes narrowed.“Since when?”“For a while.”That didn't answer anything.“So you work from here?”“Sometimes. I seldom come here unless it's important.”I faced the doors again. The Laurents seeme
EMILYI had been waiting for Elvis in his room for close to an hour. He was avoiding me.I knew it, and I was tired of pretending I didn't.I heard the door and sat up.Finally, Elvis walked in wearing a long face.Still, no matter how much this man tried to drown his face in a frown, he was dead gorgeous.It was annoying.He got finer as he progressed in age. His features had matured, his body still looked good, and even the grey strands appearing here and there suited him.No wonder these women wouldn't stay away from my man.I stood as he walked farther into the room.“Where have you been?”“Out.”I watched him take off his watch and place it down.He looked tired, but that wasn't going to make me back off tonight.“Let me help you with that.”I went over and reached for his jacket.Elvis shifted away before I could touch him.“Emily, not today.”I dropped my hands. There it was again. Not today, not now, I'm tired, I have work, can we talk later? I had heard every version of it.“
HAZELMy heart was beating so hard I was sure Elvis could hear it.I removed my hand from his.“This is already too late.”His facial expression changed, but I couldn't afford to pay attention to it.“William is a good man, and I won't betray him. What we had is in the past, and it should remain there.”“Hazel.”“No.”I took another step back.If I let him speak, there was a chance he would say something else I didn't need to hear. I'd already heard enough for one night.I love you, Hazel Carter.Those words alone were going to give me trouble.“You asked if I ever genuinely loved you, and I answered you. That's all this conversation should be.”“I didn't know you felt that way.”“And now you do.”“You didn't give me a chance to explain myself back then.”I shook my head.“We're not doing this.”“Why?”“Because we're both seeing other people.”His mouth tightened.“I'm not seeing Emily, well not in that way.”I nearly asked him to explain, but stopped myself.Whatever was happening be
HAZELI slowly removed my hand from his and shifted away.I knew the answer to his question, but saying it directly to Elvis felt different.“You know, when I came out of prison, I was so eager to see my fiancé.”Elvis remained quiet.“It was meant to be a surprise. I didn't tell Jarvis I was coming home.”I drew in a long breath.Strangely, talking about it didn't hurt this time. There was no anger burning through me, no desire to cry or smash something.It felt like telling a story about a girl I used to know.“I was the one who got surprised instead. I saw Jarvis making out with my mum on our bed.”“What?”I knew that reaction would come. His eyes widened.“Your mother?”“Yes. You heard right.”“Jarvis and your mother?”I nodded.“Elvis, don't make me repeat it a third time.”He rubbed a hand across his jaw.“I knew he cheated on you, but I didn't know…”“That it was my mum?”He shook his head.“Well, now you do.”He looked genuinely shocked, and I couldn't blame him. Saying it alo
HAZEL Elvis was already sitting when I got there. I spotted him from a distance and slowed down. Now I was nervous. I should have thought this through properly before calling him. Standing here now, I realised there were several missing steps in that brilliant plan. The biggest one being how I was supposed to cut hair from a grown man's head without him noticing. Regardless, I was already here. Turning around would only mean having to do this another day. I walked over. Elvis raised his head as I approached. “Hi.” “Hi.” “Thanks for coming.” “It’s fine. Come, sit.” I sat beside him, leaving enough space between us that there was no chance of our bodies touching. I placed my handbag beside me and slipped my hands into my jacket pockets. My fingers brushed against the small ziplock bag I'd brought. Everything was ready. All I needed was the sample. He turned towards me. “You said you had something to tell me.” Straight to business. Why couldn't this man talk unnecessari
HAZELI had been looking at my laptop since morning.It was already noon, and the document open on my screen had barely changed in the last hour.Betty's words from last night wouldn't leave my head.What if Elvis isn't Maya's dad?I turned towards the bed.Maya was sleeping peacefully beside me, one small hand tucked beneath her cheek.I should have put her in her room for her afternoon nap, but she'd climbed onto my bed while I was working and fallen asleep there.My beautiful girl.I'd never questioned who her father was. There had been nothing to question.Elvis was the only man I'd slept with after leaving prison.Before prison, there was Jarvis. After prison, Elvis. That was it. Two men in my entire life.Jarvis couldn't possibly be Maya's father. There was a gap of years between the last time I'd been intimate with him and my pregnancy which left Elvis.Yet the vasectomy kept standing in the middle of everything like one giant question mark.He'd told me he'd had it done.When







