MasukLUCA’S POVThe next hour passed in noise and movement. Machines beeped around us while voices called instructions back and forth. Lena gripped my hand as another contraction hit. I held on even when my fingers started to go numb. She screamed through it, then cried that she hated me before squeezing tighter, like she couldn’t risk letting go.A thin cry cut through everything else.The doctor lifted the baby. My daughter. Small. Red. Screaming.Lena breathed hard on the bed, exhausted, but locked her eyes on me. “Take her.”The nurse placed the baby in my arms. She weighed almost nothing. Her face stayed scrunched and her fists moved in the air.I held her and didn’t look away. She stopped crying right then. Her eyes opened, dark and unfocused.Lena spoke from the bed, her voice soft. “What do you want to name her?”“Ashley,” I said.Lena nodded once. “Ashley is fine.”I glanced over at her. “Yeah?”She nodded again.My phone buzzed in my pocket. The vibration cut straight into the qu
LUCA’S POVThe text from June arrived right as Lena sat beside me on the couch, describing the onesies she’d found online. I opened it and read the words three times because they refused to line up with anything I had tried to keep separate. I thought it would be a good idea to stay in touch but I just realized how distracting that can be for both of us. This might be difficult for you to do but don’t contact me again. Just focus on your relationship and your responsibilities with Lena.I stood up from the couch because the message forced an immediate move I could not make in front of her.“I have to make a quick call,” I said. I moved past her toward the front door while she kept talking about the different colors and sizes behind me.I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind me so her voice cut off completely. I tapped June’s name in my contacts. It rang once, then switched to the busy tone. I tried again right away, but it went straight to voicemail.She had blocked
JUNE’S POVThree days later, I sat at my kitchen table scrolling through job listings when my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number.“Hi June. This is Lena. We need to talk. Let me know when you’ll be free.”My fingers stopped on the screen. Lena. The one from the school party. The one-night stand that led to her pregnancy. The person who had forced me to end things with Luca because staying would have made everything worse for all of us.I stared at the message for a long time. My thumb hovered. I could ignore it completely, block the number, and return to the job search as if nothing had changed. But Luca’s face from the night I broke it off kept returning—the confusion in his eyes, the way he tried to understand my sudden withdrawal. Because of that, I typed a reply before hesitation could lock me in place.“Ok.”I sent it, and the delivered notification appeared. That single word committed me to a conversation I didn’t want. Now she knew I had read it and agreed, so avoi
JUNE’S POVI woke before the light grew strong. For an hour I lay still and listened to the radiator hiss in the corner, the neighbor’s dog bark once then stop, and my own breath moving steady in the quiet apartment. The sounds settled into place around me.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. The floor met my feet cold. I crossed to the alcove closet and slid my hand across the hanging clothes until I found the navy blouse, the black pants, and low heels. Each piece went on with deliberate movements.The choice settled something in me. I stood straighter once dressed. Yet the remaining boxes along the wall and the plant on the windowsill that had dropped another leaf reminded me how much still waited to be unpacked.I checked the bathroom mirror. The woman there looked tired yet held her shoulders level. That would have to be enough for today.Carla arrived at eight sharp. She stepped inside when I opened the door and gave me one quick scan from head to toe.“You’ll do
JUNE’S POVMarlene stepped through the door first. My hands twitched at my sides. I wanted to reach for her but held back, unsure if she would allow it or how far she would let me go.Adrian followed and walked straight to the window, positioning himself to watch us both. His eyes scanned the bare walls, stacked boxes, and single chair, measuring the place and me in it.Marlene turned slowly in the small space. Her gaze stopped on the boxes, empty walls, and one family photo. I searched her face for any sign of judgment or pity at how bare my life appeared."It's small," she said plainly.I nodded. "It's temporary."The lie hung between us. They both knew eviction notices did not mean temporary. They meant running out of chances.Marlene moved to the couch and sat on the edge, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them in the tight curl she had used as a scared little girl. My throat tightened."Adrian said I should come," she told me. "He said you'd want to see me.""I do
JUNE’S POVI stepped out of the car in front of the Wallace house. The engine ticked behind me as I closed the door. I smoothed my blouse and headed up the path. Weeks ago when I packed my bags, returning here never crossed my mind. But Franklin forced my hand by playing dirty, so I came back with my own leverage.I pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly before I reached the front door. The knob turned freely under my hand. I pushed it open and stepped inside. Cooler air wrapped around me right away. The place looked exactly as I remembered.I moved into the living room. The family portrait from last Christmas hung over the fireplace. Adrian and Marlene flanked us, all four of us smiling back at the camera. I stopped in front of it and studied Franklin’s expression. The smile looked so genuine. Twenty three years, and I never saw what was really happening.The boy I fell for no longer existed in that man. The partner who built this life with me had lied the entire time. I kept







