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0093: THE PARANOIA
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In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0093: THE PARANOIA
JUNE’S POVThe silence after Franklin’s question roared in my ears. My own heartbeat was a frantic drum against my ribs, and I could almost hear the faint creak of the floorboard outside the door, the shift of weight that meant Luca was still there.Frozen, eyes wild and probably listening. Franklin’s eyes moved over my face like a scanner, looking for the lie he already knew was there. The final gong of the grandfather clock vibrated up through the bones of my feet.I forced a laugh. It came out thin and brittle, like ice cracking. “Expecting someone? Who would I be expecting at midnight, Franklin? The Tooth Fairy?” I crossed my arms tighter, my nails digging half-moons into my own biceps. The sharp, specific pain helped. “You’re the one skulking around. What’s really going on?”It was a pathetic counterattack, but it bought seconds. I prayed Luca had heard Franklin’s voice and had the sense to vanish.Franklin did not blink. He took another step into the room, and the intimate moonl
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0092: TWO MINUTES TO TROUBLE
LUCA’S POVThe clock glowed 11:58, a pair of blue eyes in the dark. Just two minutes left before my secret rendezvous. My body was a live wire. I’d already pulled on the clean shirt and was halfway to the door when a soft knock froze me mid-step.For a second I wonder who it was. Marlene maybe? But then the sound was not a confident rap. It was something hesitant.I counted from one to ten in my head, just to look as if I was half asleep or in the bathroom before I opened it and my heart sank. Adrian stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched like he was bracing for a blow.“Hey, man” he mumbled, staring at a point somewhere past my shoulder. “Can I come in so we could… talk for a sec?”No. Not now. Any other time, yes but definitely not right now. I was on my way to meet with your mom.“Uh, yeah. Sure, man. Come in.”He shuffled in and stood awkwardly in the center of the room, a monument to teenage misery. The silence was heavy with everything we hadn’t said that af
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0091: WRONG GUY, RIGHT HUG
JUNE’S POVThe door slam wasn’t just a sound in this house. It was a punctuation mark. This one, sharp and final, came from down the hall, Marlene’s room. My body went still in the middle of folding a towel. The laundry room air felt suddenly thick and hot. Minor drama, Luca’s text had said. Sorted out, don’t worry. Bullshit. Nothing that ends with a slam like that is sorted. It’s ignited.I finished the fold with careful precision, set the towel on the stack, and listened. Heavy footsteps, most likely Adrian’s, stomped past the door toward the kitchen. The fridge opened, then slammed shut. Franklin was supposedly at the office, but the house felt crowded with all the things we weren’t saying. I needed to see her. I needed to know what minor drama looked like on my daughter’s face.I found her curled on her bed, face buried in her pillow. Not sobbing, but her shoulders were rigid with the effort of holding it in. “Marlene?” I kept my voice soft, sitting on the edge of the bed the way
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0090: COMPLETE CHAOS
LUCA’S POVThe air in the game room didn’t just cool. It froze, solid and still, in a single second.Adrian stood in the doorway. I watched his expression shift from neutral to a hard, dark comprehension, all in the space of a heartbeat. He didn’t see a friendly game. He saw his little sister on the verge of tears, and me looking like I’d been caught with my hand in the till.Marlene swiped angrily at her eyes. A furious, wounded sound escaped her throat before she pushed past him and fled down the hall. A door slammed shut, the sound too loud in the quiet house.Adrian didn’t move. He just stared at me, the unopened soda cans hanging from his fingers like dead weights.“Adrian,” I started. I stood up, my hands raised in a useless gesture of peace.“What did you do to her?” His voice was low, dangerously calm. It was so much worse than shouting.“Nothing. I didn’t do anything to her. She just…” I faltered. How could I explain without betraying her trust or exposing the catastrophic tr
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0089: SISTER ZONE
LUCA’S POVThe tension in the kitchen this morning had a taste to it—bitter and stale, like the coffee Franklin was glaring into. I tried to walk in like it was any other day, but my heart was knocking around in my chest, a frantic rhythm I couldn’t quiet.Then I saw June at the sink, her back to me, and last night came rushing back all at once. The darkness, the quiet so deep it felt like its own sound, the warmth of her skin under my palms.God.I had to look away, stare at the fridge handle until the world steadied.“Good morning, everyone,” I said, and my voice was too loud for the room.Franklin was a statue behind his newspaper. I didn’t need to see his face to know he was upset. I could feel his anger coming through the financial pages, a silent, seething heat. He knew. Or he’d decided he knew, which amounted to the same thing now.Adrian was watching everything without seeming to. He was smart that way. Too smart for all of this. He’d caught something last night, I was sure of
In Love With My Son's Best Friend 0088: MENTAL BREAKDOWN
FRANKLIN’S POVThe guest room smelled like lavender and dust. It was supposed to be calming, but I wasn’t calm, and I wasn’t forgetting anything. I stood at the window, staring out at the black shape of the oak tree in the yard. I didn’t really see it, though. I saw her.The way she’d looked when I turned on the light. Hair tousled, skin flushed like she’d just . . . God. And that smell. It wasn’t her usual lotion. It was something else. Muskier. A man’s scent, and it wasn’t mine.My fingers curled into my palms, nails biting. The accusation I’d thrown at her still hung in the air of our bedroom, crude and ugly. I’d wanted to shock her, to see her flinch, cry, deny it with trembling lips. But she didn’t flinch. She just got cold. She looked at me like I was a stain on the rug. Then she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.I paced the short length of the guest room. Three steps, turn. Three steps, turn. My mind was a broken film reel, splicing pieces together.June, laughing a
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