Mag-log inHe held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his grip firm but trembling, as though she were the only thing anchoring him to the present. Elisa could feel the damp warmth of his tears against her skin, soaking slowly into the fabric of her nightgown, each silent tear carrying the weight of years he had never allowed himself to grieve. She said nothing. She didn’t dare interrupt that fragile moment, afraid that even a whisper might shatter him completely. So she remained still, her arms loosely around him, her breathing slow and measured, offering comfort through presence alone.Her mind, however, was anything but still.She felt his pain as if it were seeping into her own chest, tightening around her heart. She wondered how long he had been carrying this alone, how many nights he had spent haunted by guilt, by rage, by memories he could never undo. And despite everything—the fear, the tension, the heaviness—she didn’t pull away. Not yet.When she finally did begin t
Elisa sat up immediately.The movement was sudden, sharp, almost violent, the sheets rustling loudly in the darkness as thunder cracked somewhere beyond the walls. Her heart was already pounding before her mind could fully catch up with what she had just heard.“What…?” Her voice came out strained, breathless. “What did you just say?”She turned toward Rowan, eyes wide despite the lack of light, searching his face even though she could barely make it out. The storm outside flashed again, lightning briefly illuminating his profile—rigid, tense, unmoving.“Repeat that,” she said again, more firmly this time, though her hands were trembling where they clutched the blanket. “Rowan, I— I must have misheard you. Please. Say it again.”Silence.It stretched painfully between them, thick and suffocating. Rowan didn’t respond right away. He remained still, staring ahead, jaw tight, as though speaking another word might shatter something irreparably inside him.Elisa waited.She forced herself
The silence between them had grown teeth.It had stretched across days, thick and suffocating, settling into every corner of the villa like a fog that refused to lift. Rowan barely spoke to her. When he did, it was distant—polite in a way that hurt more than cruelty ever could. Elisa counted the days obsessively, each one tightening the knot in her chest as the deadline for her assigned task loomed closer with no progress to show for it.By the time night fell again, rain had already begun to pound against the villa with merciless force.The storm was relentless—heavy sheets of rain crashing against the windows, thunder growling low and deep as if the sky itself were angry. Elisa stood under the spray of the shower longer than necessary, letting the hot water scald her skin, hoping it might drown out the spiraling thoughts in her head.A week, she thought desperately. It’s already been a week.She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, her heart racing with a mixture of
Before either of them could say another word, the world outside shattered the fragile cocoon they had built around themselves.The sound came suddenly.Not violent—but unmistakable.Screeching tires, sharp against the gravel drive, followed by the heavy rumble of an engine being cut off.Damian’s head snapped up instantly.His eyes widened.“That—that’s Uncle.”For a split second, disbelief flickered across his face—then something brighter replaced it.Hope.“He’s back,” Damian said, his voice lifting. “He’s back early.”He turned toward Annalise immediately, excitement bubbling over as though this alone was the solution to everything.“See?” he said quickly, almost breathless. “I told you. He doesn't hate you. He even came back sooner.”Annalise didn’t react right away.She sat still on the edge of the bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, her posture unnaturally composed. Her face didn’t change at the sound—no surprise, no relief, no joy.Only stillness.Damian didn’t notice at firs
Elisa broke the silence first.Her voice was quiet, careful, but there was a tremor beneath it she couldn’t entirely hide.“Earlier,” she said slowly, “in your room… when you said I’d never compare to her in his eyes.”Rowan stiffened.She noticed immediately.Elisa tilted her head slightly, studying him the way one does when they’re trying to solve a puzzle without realizing they’re already holding the missing piece.“You said it so… naturally,” she continued, eyes never leaving his face. “As if it was something you’d thought about before. Or something you already knew.”Rowan exhaled sharply. “Elisa—”“Were you close to Annalise?” she asked softly.The question landed heavier than she intended.She saw it then—the change.It was subtle, fleeting, but unmistakable. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. Something old and painful flickered across his expression before he could bury it.Elisa’s lips parted slightly.“I noticed that look,” she said quietly. “Just now. And earlier too. Ev
Elisa froze.Rowan’s words did not simply reach her—they landed, heavy and merciless, striking something already raw inside her. For a split second, she wondered if she had imagined them, if maybe exhaustion had twisted his meaning. But the weight in her chest told her otherwise.You’d truly never compare in his eyes.The sentence replayed in her mind, slow and deliberate, each word digging deeper than the last.Her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up.She pulled away from him abruptly, her hands slipping from his chest as if his warmth had turned foreign. The closeness she had allowed herself only moments ago suddenly felt unbearable. Her pride—already bruised, already battered—throbbed painfully, as though struck again where it hurt most.Rowan stiffened.“Elisa—” he began, then stopped when he saw her expression.Her face had gone still. Too still. The softness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a guarded composure that looked practiced, worn thin from overuse.She took







