LOGINBRANDONIt took almost everything we had to get Clara into the ambulance.She fought the paramedics from the moment they stepped into the house, pulling away whenever they tried to guide her outside, shouting that they were making a mistake and insisting that there was nothing wrong with her. At one point, she grabbed the doorframe with both hands and refused to let go, forcing two of the paramedics to carefully pry her fingers away while she screamed that they were taking her somewhere she didn’t belong.I stood a few feet away watching the whole thing unfold.I had known Clara for years. I had seen her angry, manipulative, jealous and unreasonable, but I had never seen her like this. There was something frightening about watching her fight so desperately against help, especially after seeing the bruises on Leo’s little body.“She’s lying!” Clara screamed as they finally got her into the ambulance. Her eyes found mine through the open doors. “Brandon, you have to believe me! Thalia
BRANDON“You hit him?”Clara opened her mouth, but no words came out.She stared at me, her lips trembling as she struggled to find something to say. For several seconds, she simply stood there, looking from me to Leo as though she had been caught in something she never expected me to discover.“It wasn’t me,” she finally managed.Her voice was barely audible.“What?”“It wasn’t me, okay?”She shook her head frantically, her words coming faster now.“It was Thalia.”I stared at her.For a moment, I honestly thought I had heard her wrong.“Thalia?”“Yes!” she cried. “It was her.”I moved toward her.Clara instinctively stepped back, but I kept walking until there was barely any space between us. I could feel my anger rising again, but I forced myself to keep it under control. Leo was still in the room, and the last thing I wanted was for him to see me lose control.“You hit a little boy repeatedly until his body was covered in bruises, and you’re standing here blaming Thalia?”“I didn’
BRANDONI was mad. So mad that it looked like my head was on fire.I had come to pick up Leo again because I figured he was probably at home, bored and looking forward to getting out for a while. I hadn’t planned on staying long, and I certainly hadn’t expected anything unusual.Then I heard him scream.The sound came from inside the house just as I stepped out of my car, and I stopped in my tracks. For a second, I stood there trying to convince myself that I had heard wrong, but another scream followed, louder this time, and there was no mistaking it.“Leo!”I ran to the front door and started banging on it.“Clara!”There was no response.I hit the door again, harder.“Clara, open the damn door!”Still nothing.Another cry came from inside, followed by what sounded like something falling. My heart started pounding as I grabbed the handle and tried to force it open, only to find it locked.I pulled out my phone and called Clara. I could hear her phone ringing somewhere inside the ho
OLIVIA“This is the three-hundredth time I’m trying to call her.”I stared at Thalia’s name on my screen, watching the call ring until it eventually cut off again. I had lost count of how many times I had tried over the past two days, but three hundred felt accurate enough. She hadn’t answered a single call, and my messages had been met with the same silence.I lowered the phone with a frustrated sigh and looked across the table at Knox.“She’s still not picking up.”Knox leaned back in his chair, watching me with an expression that was far calmer than mine. “I bet Thalia’s just having fun.”I frowned at him.“You said she was with Caleb, right?”“Yeah.”“And you said they had chemistry back at camp?”I nodded again, though I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly having to repeat myself.Knox shrugged. “Then she’s probably fine.”I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head.“Thalia is not the type to disappear from work for a good fuck.”His eyebrows lifted slightly, and despite myse
THALIAHe had locked me in.The realization took a few seconds to settle because my mind kept looking for another explanation. Maybe the lock had jammed. Maybe the door was stuck. Maybe I had misunderstood something.I reached for the handle and turned it again.Nothing.I pulled it toward me, then pushed it away. I tried the handle harder, twisting it in both directions, but the door refused to move.A tightness began spreading through my chest.“No.”I shook my head, more to myself than anything else, and tried the handle again.Still nothing.That was when the fear became real.I stepped back and stared at the door.“Caleb?”No answer.I walked to it again and knocked first, trying to keep my voice steady.“Caleb, open the door.”Silence.I knocked harder.“Caleb.”Nothing.My heart started pounding. I pressed my palm against the door, as if somehow feeling the other side would make sense of what was happening.“Open the door.”Still nothing.Panic was beginning to rise, hot and fa
BRANDONI had been thinking about Thalia ever since our conversation the previous day, and no matter how many times I tried to push it aside, I kept coming back to the same uncomfortable feeling that something about the situation with Clara and Leo wasn't adding up.I still didn't know what to make of the bruises Thalia had noticed, or why Clara had reacted so defensively when Thalia asked about them. At the same time, I didn't want to jump to conclusions based on a single conversation, especially when Leo was involved.What I did know was that I wanted to spend some time with the boy myself.I had promised him I'd pick him up and spend the day with him, so by early afternoon, I drove over to Clara's house to get him.The moment Clara opened the door, I could tell something was bothering her.She folded her arms across her chest and stared at me for a moment before speaking.“I still can't believe what happened the other day.”I frowned.“What is that?”“With Thalia.”I already knew w
THALIAI stood just behind the stage entrance, my hands resting lightly against each other as I adjusted my grip, then released it again when I realized I was doing too much.“You’re good,” the event coordinator said quietly as she passed me. “It’s almost your turn.”I nodded once without respondin
THALIABrandon gave a short scoff beside me, the sound low and dry, as though my anger was something he found mildly inconvenient rather than justified, and it made my frustration spike all over again.“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked, leaning back into the leather seat as if we were
BRANDONThe first thing I felt was anger.It sat heavy in my chest all afternoon, refusing to fade.I stood in my office at Langford Pharmaceuticals, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. Traffic crawled below like ants. People moved through their ordinary lives, wh
THALIAAcross the city, my new apartment still smelled faintly of fresh paint.Freedom had a strange scent.I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the half-opened boxes scattered everywhere. The place wasn’t nearly as large as the Langford estate, but it felt lighter somehow. The sile







