MasukNATALIE I turned slowly, his words hitting me like a slap. He was the last person I would ever believe and yet, I was almost willing to hear him out. Was he lying or not? I used to be able to tell but I didn't know anymore. Was there ever a word of truth in Lucas' mouth? "What?" I breathed. He shrugged and then smirked, his eyes dancing once more. He was probably thrilled that he had managed to grab my attention. "You're all ears now? She's planning to cheat, that's what I can say. She's rigging the presentation, bribing judges—" I stumbled backwards, never taking my eyes off him. I was searching for a lie, searching for the part where he would break character. He lied too easily but this felt different. I turned away from him. I didn't know what to make of the information he had just dumped in my living room like a lit match that he dared me to hold. "And why? Why are you telling me this?" I asked, my breathing hard, my pulse racing erratically. The words sounded too dramatic
NATALIE I stepped back into the room, telling myself I had only imagined it. There was no way in hell it could have been Valen standing outside the room, watching and listening. The idea felt too strange, too heavy. Yes, he had driven me to the hospital but Valen wasn't that type of person at all. He was the type to respect boundaries, to take a step back so as to make everyone comfortable. He was my boss and I was just an employee, but I knew at least that much. Therefore, that image I couldn't shake off, of the familiar polished shoe, and the smell of his cologne in the air just had to be a figment of my own vivid imagination. I was stressed, and my emotions were spiraling endlessly, of course it made sense that I would start to see patterns where there weren't any. I returned to my seat beside Mrs. Davis and laced my fingers with hers. I leaned forward and brushed a kiss against her temple. Her skin was warm beneath my lips, fragile and familiar all at once. "I have to go now,
VALEN I stumbled away from my father as my mother walked further into the room, eyes narrowed, looking from me to her husband. "Valen, what did you do?" She asked slowly. The room went utterly still, and even my father's sobbing quietened. The silence that trailed her words was worse than the sharpness that had come before it. It settled into the room like ash, thick and choking, clinging to everything it touched. I looked at her, saying nothing and then looked at my father. He wasn't sobbing loudly now but his breaths were ragged and uneven. They sounded like they might tear him apart from the inside. He was sitting in his chair now, slumped, hands trembling and eyed unfocused as though he was being dragged into a distant memory he would rather forget but could never escape. Regret gnawed at my insides. I had been too shocked, a little excited too, and I had falsely imagined that this was a step in the right direction. That I was closer to the truth and that father deserved to k
VALEN I couldn't remember leaving the hospital. Not really. One moment I had been standing outside the room with the white walls, heart pounding so violently I feared it would jump out of my chest, staring at the woman I knew too well. She had aged, but I still recognized her. How couldn't I after how significant she had been in all our lives? After she left, I had buried her image at the back of my mind, along with the thousand unresolved questions I just couldn't comprehend. But here she was, lying unconcious in a hospital room with Natalie bent over her and crying like a daughter would. Now, I was sitting in my car, hands hovering above the steering wheel and unable to move. I sat there for long minutes without starting the engine, stunned into stillness. Everything felt unreal, like a simulation from a bad dream or something like that. The bright hospital lights blurred in front of me. My breath came out shallow and uneven and every thought I tried to form ultimately dissolve
NATALIE The room was quiet. Too quiet. It always was quiet considering that there was no one to make a sound, and yet it felt different today. The silence was heavy, pressing against my ears, only broken by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. It was the first thing I noticed when I stepped in, along with the sharp and clean smell of antiseptic in the air. I closed the door softly behind me as though she might hear it. As though it might wake her. If a ruckus could wake her, then I might have tried. "Hello," I said in a whisper. My voice trembled despite my effort to keep it steady. She was the same, lying there in bed. Small and fragile. Pale skin and prominent veins. She was a shadow of the person she used to be and it made me incredibly sad. This my mentor, the woman whose presence used to be so large, so much more significant than anyone else's in the room. Now, she was shrunken and silent, her infinite wisdom confined to the depths of her mind which couldn't be search
VALENFor a while after Natalie spoke, the world seemed to tilt and then stop abruptly.She had the exact replica of the bracelet? She still had it?Her words echoed in my head, louder than they should have been, shaking my core. I knew who she was and I should be used to it by now and yet, every new discovery that tied her more tightly to me rattled and disturbed me even more than the last.My chest tightened so suddenly that it surprised me. I inhaled sharply, afraid I might say something I couldn't explain away.Say it. Just ask her.The words screamed inside me but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I couldn't bring myself to unravel everything. At least not yet. Not now with the almost empty plates of food between us in my dining room after the presentation for a very important project. It just wasn't appropriate, neither was it the right time.Instead, I forced a breath into my lungs and let out something that vaguely resembled a chuckle. It came out strained and thin, but still a







