Sabrina’s POV I held my breath for a moment, then said softly, “I didn’t come here to forgive or forget everything that happened. I came here because of Charlie. Because he doesn’t need two women who hate each other. He needs the truth. And he needs his mother. Whoever that may be, he deserves to know.” We sat in silence after that. No words, only the kind of silence that weighs heavier than any conversation. I wanted to hug her, but the glass barrier and security rules stood between us. “I’ll help,” I said at last. “But you need to help yourself too, Hazel. Don’t drown in guilt or fear. Rise. Stand. Prove that you deserve a second chance.” Hazel looked at me for a long time. Then she slowly nodded. “Thank you… for coming.” I gave her a small smile. “I didn’t come to hurt you. I came to fix… something. For Charlie’s sake.” As I stood up to leave, my eyes caught our reflection in the glass—a mirror showing two women who onc
Sabrina’s POV After all the procedures were done, I was asked to sit in a small, silent waiting room. The walls were dull, the benches hard, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Each passing second made my heart beat faster. My fingers clutched tightly at the small purse I brought, though it contained nothing but tissues and lip balm. But maybe I just needed something to hold on to—a grip to keep me from crumbling under the weight of emotions I had long buried. I tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t come in here with anger. I couldn’t bring vengeance. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t be honest about my feelings. This meeting with Hazel wasn’t about blaming her or demanding an explanation. I just wanted to look into her eyes. To hear the truth directly from her—without lawyers, without filters. Maybe, only then, I could truly understand. Was she really guilty? Did she feel any remorse? Did she still think about Charlie when the
Sabrina’s POV The thought had come to me early that morning, when I saw Charlie staring quietly out the window. He didn’t say a word—just sat there, clutching his small dinosaur plushie. But I knew he was still thinking about Hazel. And for the first time, I felt that maybe… I had to do something I never thought I would do: visit Hazel.The thought wouldn’t leave. It clung to me even as I tried to stay busy with chores. I washed the dishes while sneaking glances at Charlie, still sitting under the window, holding his plush tightly. His eyes were fixed far away, toward the garden still damp with morning dew, as if hoping the person he missed would suddenly appear there.I knew what it felt like to wait for someone who never came. And I knew that no matter how much love I gave, it would never completely replace the place a biological mother held in his heart.My hand froze in the sink. The water still ran, but my thoughts had drifted far—to a place I had always avoide
Sabrina’s POV I looked up at his face. There was so much I wanted to say. About the fears that once gnawed at my heart, about my anxiety of losing Charlie when Hazel came back, about the jealousy that still occasionally surfaced when I saw Charlie calling her ‘Mom Hazel’ with such longing. But there was also relief. Because despite everything, Nicholas and I hadn’t given up. We were still trying—trying to be the best for the little boy who had become the center of our lives.“Nicholas,” I said quietly, “do you believe Hazel will be freed?”Nicholas paused before answering. “I hope so. If the evidence supports her, she deserves justice. But if everything turns out to be true… then I have to be ready for disappointment too.”I nodded slowly. “Whatever happens, I’ll still be with you.”He turned to look at me in the dark. “Are you sure?”I nodded, this time with certainty in my heart. “I’m sure. Maybe at first, I held on to so much… anger, jealousy, fear of los
Sabrina’s POV Nicholas nodded. But before we moved, he kissed my temple again and said in a voice barely audible, “Thank you, Sabrina. For staying. For not giving up on me.”I smiled faintly and held him tighter. In a world full of wounds and lies, sometimes a hug was the only home left.We stayed like that in silence. Neither of us in a rush to move—as if time had slowed down to let us feel what had long been buried beneath worry and routine. Nicholas’s arms wrapped firmly around me, steady and warm. And I allowed myself to lean into him fully, like someone finally laying down a burden they’ve carried too long.I knew tomorrow would bring tension again. Investigations. Hearings. Unfinished business from the past. But tonight, it was just us. Two people trying to endure, trying to rebuild, trying to believe that love—even love cracked and tested—still had room to grow.“Sometimes I’m scared,” I whispered. “Scared that this is just the calm before a bigger storm.
Sabrina’s POV I went quiet. All of this was too complicated. I knew Hazel wasn’t perfect, but I also knew she wasn’t a killer. There was something sharp, something harsh inside her—but not cruel. She was Charlie’s mother. And though our relationship was never easy, I knew she still had a part of her that wanted to make things right, not destroy them.Nicholas looked at me after I thought it—long and steady. Maybe he could feel it, even though I hadn’t said a word. I lowered my gaze, trying to steady my breath, then quietly said, “I never hated Hazel, Nicholas. Maybe I never have. But I do know one thing—she loves Charlie.”Nicholas nodded, his expression softening. “That’s also why I can’t turn away.”“If we can prove she was framed,” I continued, “maybe this isn’t just about clearing Hazel’s name. Maybe it’s about saving Charlie from inheriting an even deeper trauma.”Nicholas took my hand and kissed it gently. Warm, unhurried. “Thank you, Sabrina. You don’t ha