LOGINVeronica's POVI watched Four fall apart slowly through the night. He sat beside Manuel's bed, holding that fragile hand, and spoke in a low voice that broke repeatedly. He thanked Manuel for everything. For saving him. For believing in him when no one else would. For showing him what a real father looked like. He apologised for not being enough, for not finding a way to save Manuel the way Manuel had saved him."You were always enough," I whispered, squeezing Four's shoulder. But he could not hear me through his grief.The hospice nurse checked Manuel's vitals every thirty minutes. His pulse was thready. His breathing was shallow and irregular. She told us he could hear us even if he could not respond. So Four kept talking, pouring out years of gratitude and love and pain.Around four in the morning, Manuel's breathing changed. The gaps between breaths grew longer. Twenty seconds. Thirty. Forty. Each time I thought it was the end and then he would gasp again, fighting to stay just a
Four's POVI broke down completely. The whiskey glass slipped from my hand and shattered on Manuel's hardwood floor but I barely heard it. I doubled over in the chair, sobbing like a child, unable to control the grief pouring out of me. Manuel was dying. The only father I had ever truly known was dying and there was nothing I could do to stop it.Manuel moved from his chair and knelt beside me despite the pain it clearly caused him. He put his hand on my shoulder, steady and warm, the same gesture he had made a thousand times before when I needed grounding."I am sorry," Manuel said quietly. "I know this is hard. But I need you to listen to me now."I tried to pull myself together but the tears would not stop. Manuel waited patiently until I could breathe again, until I could look at him through blurred vision."I am refusing aggressive treatment," Man
Four's POVThey wheeled Sophia away at 2:47 in the morning. I memorised the exact time because I needed something concrete to hold onto. Dr Walsh walked beside the gurney, her hand resting protectively on the plastic incubator. Veronica tried to follow but a nurse gently stopped her. We were not allowed in the operating room. We could only wait.The surgical waiting room was empty at this hour. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, too bright and too cold. Plastic chairs lined the walls in neat rows. A television mounted in the corner played silent news. Veronica sat down heavily, her c-section incision clearly painful though she would not admit it. I sat beside her and took her hand.We did not speak. There were no words adequate for this moment. Our four-pound daughter was having open-heart surgery. Surgeons would stop her heart, repair the hole, and restart it. She might not survive. The odds
Veronica's POVFour stopped eating. I watched him disappear into himself over the following days, his eyes hollow and distant. He sat in the nursery we had painted together, staring at the empty crib like it was a grave. The lavender walls that had seemed so hopeful now felt like a mockery. Every baby item we had carefully chosen felt like a promise we might not be able to keep."This is my fault," he said one night.His voice was flat, dead. "I am cursed. Everything I touch gets damaged. My father damaged me and now I am damaging my daughter before she is even born."The words cut through me like glass. I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but I knew logic would not reach him right now. Fear had wrapped around his heart like a vice and he could not see past it. So instead I knelt in front of him, taking his cold hands in mine, forcing him to look at me.
Four's POVMarcus Reynolds cried for twenty minutes straight. Dr Chen sat quietly, letting the grief pour out of him. I watched this broken man sobbing across from me and understood something fundamental. We were both victims of my father. Different kinds of victims but victims nonetheless.When Marcus finally caught his breath, he looked at me with raw vulnerability. "I have spent twenty-eight years hating. Hating your father. Hating you. Hating myself for not saving my dad somehow. The hate ate everything. My marriage. My relationship with my kids. My entire life became about this one horrible thing.""I understand that," I said quietly. "My father made me into someone I hated. I spent years trying to escape what he made me.""Tell me about him," Marcus said suddenly. "Your father. What was he really like?"So I told him. Not the sanitised version but the truth. I
Four's POVThe lawyer's office smelled like old paper and secrets. I sat between Veronica and Elena, staring at the small recording device on the table. Marcus, my attorney, stood by the window. Elena's lawyer sat across from us. Nobody spoke. We all knew what was coming."Are you ready?" the lawyer asked.I was not ready. I would never be ready. But I nodded anyway.He pressed play.My father's voice filled the room and I stopped breathing. I had not heard that voice in years but my body remembered it instantly. Every muscle tensed. My hands curled into fists. Veronica grabbed my arm, anchoring me."This is the confession of Antonio Lasombra," my father's voice said. Calm. Measured. Like he was discussing stock portfolios instead of murder. "I am recording this because I want the truth known after my death. Not for redemption. I d
Veronica’s POV A knock on the door disrupted our lovely chat. The girl twisted her head, attention focused on the door.“You have a visitor.”“Must be Four. There's no one else I’m expecting.”“I'll have a look.” The locks clicked, the hinges squeaked, and a shoulder poked inside. Four was back.“
Veronica's POV The blood was from me.A cut I got while running. My dress should have hooked tightly on the door on one of those days and I scratched myself while we ran.So much for being careful. I guess I wasn't as fast as I thought I was. An hour had gone by and Four wasn't back. No call, no
Veronica’s POV. Four poked his head out of the bathroom. “Who was that?”“Jason. Who else?” I answered as I hung up the call. I lowered it to the bedside table, swaddling deeper into the warm bed I sat on. I tossed the duvet over my neckline and I lay deeper inside. “He asked me to come back to hi
Jason's POV. “So you're telling me you had my ex-wife in your grasp and let her slip through your hand? A pregnant woman at that!”“Boss…” a voice came through the phone. One of the men I paid to abduct Veronica from the hotel where she stayed. “It's not as easy as you’d think. We had her in one m







