Lexi's POV I woke up at 7 a.m., later than usual. I was proud of myself; sleep hasn't always been my friend, but I've been able to rest these past few days. The apartment smelled like chamomile tea as sunlight poured through the living room window, so bright and beautiful.It had been four days since we brought Aria home. Four days of adjusting, of Ada hovering like an iron-fisted guardian angel, of me trying to convince myself that, although not my home, it meant safety now. That we’d turned a corner.But every night when I closed my eyes, I still felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because if there's one thing I've learnt in life it's that there's always another shoe. I padded barefoot into the living room where Ada was already fussing with the cushions on the couch, straightening what was already straight. Her braid was pinned back in a bun. Her expression was determined. She’d been relentless these past few days, checking medications, tidying, keeping Aria’s wat
Lexi's POV I woke up with the weight of last night still pressing on my chest. The apartment was silent. I got up and went to check on Aria, her soft breathing was the only sound filling her room. Ada had probably slipped out early to grab breakfast or check in with the doctor, leaving me alone with my thoughts. That was the problem, silence left too much room for remembering.The fight. Again.The words we’d thrown at each other again.The way he’d looked at me...like I was both a challenge and a temptation he couldn’t afford.And then...God...the almost.I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, as if I could scrub the memory away. But it played in a relentless loop: the way his eyes dipped to my mouth, the space between us charged like... And my body tilting closer without permission. For one dizzying second, I thought he was going to close that gap. Hell, I thought I was.But he didn’t.He turned away, voice rough, sending me back downstairs like I was something fragil
Brandon's POV The penthouse was quiet. Way too quiet.But this is exactly what I wanted, space, order, silence. For weeks, the walls had carried voices that weren’t mine, footsteps that didn’t belong here. Aria’s books laying around, Ada’s precise and clipped movements, and above all, Alexis. Her presence had been inescapable. She left traces of herself everywhere: the faint scent of whatever she used in her hair, the quiet rhythm of her humming in the kitchen alone early in the morning, the way her laugh cracked the polished walls I’d built over the years.I told myself I wanted it gone. I’d convinced myself that their finally moving downstairs would restore what was mine. But now, the silence didn’t feel like mine anymore. It felt so hollow. Like something had been pulled out of the walls and left with her.I came home late every night. Later than usual. I buried myself in meetings that didn’t need me, reviewed reports twice, sometimes three times. I even lingered in conversations
Lexi's POV The apartment was quiet, finally. Aria had drifted off hours ago, her chest rising in the steady rhythm of deep sleep. She must have been so tired cause the doctor said her body is still weak and will take a while to go back to its normal routine. Ada was in the guest room, door shut, though I doubted she slept heavily, not with all the responsibility on her shoulders now. The new place was everything Aria needed and more. I should have been relieved. I should have been able to close my eyes and rest, even just a little. After all, everything was working out perfectly and according to plan. But instead, I sat on the edge of the unfamiliar bed in the unfamiliar bedroom, staring at the glow of my phone where his name had lit the screen earlier. One call. No message. Not that Brandon was ever the type to explain himself in person than to talk more with words on a screen.I hadn’t answered. I’d told myself it was because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. But the tr
Lexi's POV It had been a week since the fight.Seven long days where Brandon hadn’t shown his face, hadn’t called, hadn’t so much as sent a message. I told myself it was better this way—that his absence was a relief. But the truth was, silence had a way of digging under my skin, festering in the cracks of my thoughts until I couldn’t stop replaying both our words.I had always preferred being plain, saying our minds, hell, fighting was even better, but silence always prickled me in any scenario. It's better to say everything and get it out of the way and go about our normal life. But with Brandon, there was nothing normal between us, yes, we had both said our minds and quarreled, and the silence had never bothered me when it came to him, in fact, I welcomed it cause it was weirdly...our thing. But now this was just...different.The things I’d thrown at him, the things he’d thrown back.How much did they cut?How much they still burned.Normally, I never cared about hurting a man like
Lexi's POV The hospital room was still, the kind of stillness that pressed against my ears until even the faintest sound became so magnified. Aria’s breathing was steady, deep, the rise and fall of her chest was at a slow and steady rhythm. The IV line was connected to her, and the steady beep of the monitor was the only thing occupying the silence. It had been a day since Brandon and I tore into each other in this very suffocating room, words flung like knives, anger coiling so tightly I could still feel it thrumming in my veins. The echo of our argument still clung to the air, sharp, like glass that was still shattering. My chest felt raw, every word we’d thrown at each other replaying like it had been carved into my head. I hated him. Dan had pulled an extra shift at the restaurant and wasn’t here tonight. He'd dropped off dinner on his way and even ate with me. I think it was his way of asking if I was okay after yesterday, but I didn't say anything because there was absolutel