FAZER LOGINThe morning air at Kingston carried the crisp bite of early winter, leaves skittering across cobblestones as students hurried to classes. Layla’s satchel swung against her hip, her fingers curled tightly around her notebook. She could hear Roman’s voice before she saw him, casual, teasing, a familiarity that pulled at her chest in ways she hadn’t expected.“Late?” he called as she stepped into the quad.“Not late,” she said, but her voice was sharper than intended. “Just… focused.”Roman’s grin faltered only slightly. He stepped closer, the autumn wind catching his hair, making him look more effortless than anyone should at this hour. “Focused, huh? That’s new.”Malachi appeared almost silently from the opposite path, hands in his coat pockets, his expression unreadable but eyes sharp, calculating. The air between the three of them was electric, each aware of the unspoken pull and push, the invisible scoreboard they were now all trying not to acknowledge.“Layla,” Malachi said smoothl
Kingston’s campus buzzed as usual, laughter in the corridors, the hum of conversation in the café line, the faint clang of the clock tower marking each hour, but something between her and the world had shifted.She didn’t quite know when it happened. Maybe it was that moment in the courtyard, when Roman’s words had found their way past every wall she’d built. Or maybe it was the way Malachi’s expression had darkened, a flash of something territorial breaking through that calm exterior. Either way, the air between them now held weight.By midmorning, she was in her next psych class, half-listening to the group project briefing. Roman sat two rows behind her, tapping his pen rhythmically against his notebook. She didn’t have to look to know it was him, the sound had become familiar, grounding even.Malachi, on the other hand, was two seats away from her. Neat, contained, precise as always. When their eyes met, his polite smile didn’t reach his eyes.“Alright, groups of three,” the lectu
Monday mornings at Kingston were rarely gentle. The hum of voices, the rustle of backpacks, and the clatter of coffee cups filled the crisp air as autumn leaves skittered across the courtyard. Yet, for Layla, the world felt muted. Everything seemed slightly slower, slightly off, as though she was caught between two frequencies and couldn’t decide which one she belonged to.The weekend still clung to her, Malachi’s precision, Roman’s warmth. Two versions of connection, two entirely different reflections of what it meant to be seen.She adjusted the strap of her satchel and walked through the main archway of Kingston’s old building. The scent of old books and coffee hit her immediately, comforting, grounding. She was early for her first lecture, a habit she’d picked up from her mother: arrive before the noise, before the crowd.The footsteps behind her came sharp and measured, a rhythm she already recognized.“Good morning, Layla,” Malachi’s voice came, smooth as ever.She turned, offer
The Heathrow arrivals lounge was thick with the buzz of early spring travelers—families reuniting, luggage wheels dragging across tile, voices rising and falling in eager welcome, but for Ruby, stepping off the plane with James and Michelle at her side, the air felt heavier.London’s grey skies were a stark contrast to Tenerife’s warmth, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t looking for sunshine, she was looking for answers.James guided her gently through the crowd, his arm a steady anchor as Michelle wheeled their luggage. Ruby looked pale, thinner than the last time they’d seen her, but her eyes still had that flinty, familiar spark. It was courage. Worn and tested, but still there.Danielle and Marshall, Camilla and Bradford were waiting by the drop-off zone in the Range Rover, all jumping out the second they spotted them.“Aunt Ruby,” Camilla breathed, rushing forward to pull her into a careful but heartfelt hug. “We’ve got you.”Ruby smiled faintly. “Glad someone does.”Michelle hugge
Monday morning hit like a slap. Rain drizzled down the tall windows of Jones & Co., but inside the office, the temperature was rising.Grace walked in first, heels echoing with purpose, tailored navy trousers skimming her ankles and a cream blouse buttoned just enough to say she meant business. Her hair was slicked back in a low twist, eyes sharp, jaw set.Behind her, Jullian kept pace, coffee in one hand, tablet in the other, his expression unreadable. He wore all black, intentional. It matched the mood.“Everyone in the boardroom. Ten minutes,” Grace announced as she swept past the front desk.There was no smile, no pleasant greetings. Just the scent of danger, and the unmistakable air that someone’s head was about to roll.Inside her father's glass office, she shut the door and turned to Jullian. “You’re sure about the ledger entries?”“Absolutely. The numbers don’t lie. Someone here has been cooking the books to benefit Inovar Developments.” He handed over the tablet. “They’ve fun
As they arrived back in England from their business trio to Greece, Morgan said, "I promised you a weekend away and so tomorrow, I will take you away until Monday.""Morgan, we have the kids," she tried to brush off."It's okay love, mom and dad would love time with them," he promised. "Okay," she leaned in for a kiss. Back at the house they spent time with the children and arranged for Camilla and Bradford to watch over the children till Monday. As they arrived, the wind off the sea greeted them with a salty kiss as they pulled into the gravel driveway of the coastal retreat. The boutique hotel stood elegant and quiet, tucked behind wind-brushed dunes and surrounded by windswept pines. It was the kind of place designed for stolen moments, sunset walks, slow mornings, and tangled sheets, and for Morgan and Annabelle, it was long overdue.Morgan stepped out of the car first and opened her door with a slight grin.Looking at her husband she laughed against his mouth, body already pr
Hemmingway International had taken on a new meaning since Morgan had started working there. He would definitely be forced to be reckoned with.Bradford and Camilla had taken the Friday off to drive up to Oxford to spend time with Marshall, Danielle and Emilla."If anything needs
A week and a half had passed, Meghan and Lloyd were enjoying plenty of playtime in the sun, on board the cruise.It was time to dock again. This time the overlay would be in Gibraltar, Spain."I can't wait for our next stop," Lloyd said, overtly excited, as he had been to Gibraltar before and was f
Their time in the cabin had passed so quickly. "We need to do this again," Danielle suggested to her husband."I agree, and hopefully, next time we get to do it without all the dramatics," he replied, half wanting to laugh at the joke he had just made but also realizing the seriousness of the situ
A tribute to my dad and all other dementia suffers out there - Our hearts are broken seeing you all suffer this way. To all those who have a family member that has suffered from the disease, this is for you. To my mom, the rock in our family. We lost our dad and husband to this debilitating disea







