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The Yellow Ribbon

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 05.05.2026 08:16:43

Emma left work early.

She never left work early. In nine years, she had stayed late thousands of times, arrived early thousands more, but left early? Never. Not once. Her body didn't know what to do with the afternoon sun, the open streets, the sudden absence of fluorescent lighting.

She drove home in a daze.

The city was loud and bright and overwhelming. Emma kept her hands on the wheel and her eyes on the road. She didn't listen to music. She didn't call Olivia. She just drove.

When she got h
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  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   The Test

    Emma did not sleep.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Nick's arm around her waist. The room was dark. The city was quiet. But her mind was racing. Pregnant. The word echoed in her head, a whisper of hope and fear tangled together. She wanted it to be true. She was terrified it was true.At 6:00 AM, she slipped out of bed.Nick's arm tightened around her. "Where are you going?""Pharmacy. Before work."Nick sat up. "I'll drive you.""You have a meeting at 8:00.""I'll cancel.""Nick—""I'll cancel." He swung his legs over the side of the bed. "You're not doing this alone."Emma watched him pull on jeans and a sweater. His hair was messy. His eyes were tired. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen."Thank you," she whispered.Nick walked to her and kissed her forehead."Always," he said.---The pharmacy was quiet at 6:30 AM.An old man was buying cough drops. A woman in scrubs was picking up a prescription. Emma walked to the family planning aisle and stared at the wal

  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   Good/Bad

    Chapter 80: The PhotographsThe call came on a Monday.Emma was at Healing Hearts, sitting in her small office, reviewing notes from her morning session with Claire. The sun was warm through the window. The garden was starting to bloom. She had been feeling different lately — tired, a little nauseous, but she told herself it was stress. The investigation. The photographs. The Webb family haunting them from the past.Her phone buzzed.Detective Marquez."Mrs. Vance," Marquez said. "We've found more photographs. You and your husband need to come to the station."Emma's heart pounded. "What kind of photographs?""Photos of Mara Webb. At Vance family events. Picnics. Birthday parties. Holidays."Emma's blood ran cold."She was in your home," Marquez continued. "She knew your husband as a child. She played with him. Ate with him. And no one knew who she really was."Emma closed her eyes."We'll be there in an hour," Emma said.---Nick was in his office when Emma arrived at Vance Corporati

  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   The Investigation

    The morning after the photograph, Detective Marquez returned to Eleanor's house with a team of forensic experts. They combed through the attic, the old boxes, the piles of photographs that Edward Vance had kept for decades. Eleanor sat in the living room, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap, watching the strangers move through her home.Emma sat beside her. Nick stood by the window. Rachel was in the kitchen with Daniel, drinking tea, trying to stop shaking."Eleanor," Emma said quietly. "Is there anything else you remember? About Marcus? About Edward's business?"Eleanor was silent for a long moment."Edward never talked about his work at home," Eleanor said finally. "He kept that part of his life separate. I knew he had partners. I knew he traveled. But I didn't ask questions.""Why not?"Eleanor looked at Emma. Her eyes were tired."Because I didn't want to know the answers."---At 10:00 AM, Detective Marquez called Nick into the study."We found something," Marquez sai

  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   The Photograph

    The dinner at Eleanor's was supposed to be simple.That was Eleanor's word. Simple. She had repeated it so many times that Emma had started to believe her. But nothing about dinner at Eleanor's was ever simple. The table was set with china that had belonged to Nick's great-grandmother. The silverware was arranged just so. The candles were tall and white and dripped wax onto the linen tablecloth.Emma sat beside Nick, her hand on her stomach — still flat, still empty, but full of hope. They had been trying for a baby for three months now. Every month, Emma took a test. Every month, it was negative. Every month, she cried in the bathroom while Nick waited on the other side of the door.But tonight, she was determined to be happy."Emma," Eleanor said, passing the bread basket. "You're not eating.""I'm not hungry.""You're always hungry."Emma forced a smile. "I'm saving room for dessert."Eleanor raised an eyebrow but said nothing.---The dining room was warm and golden, the chandelie

  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   A New Beginning

    Spring came slowly that year.The snow melted. The trees budded. The garden behind the Healing Hearts office burst into color — crocuses and daffodils and the first brave tulips pushing through the cold earth. Emma watched them from her office window, a cup of tea warming her hands, her mind drifting.She had been thinking about the baby for weeks.Not Hope — she would always think about Hope. But the possibility of another baby. A sibling for the daughter she had lost. A chance to try again.The thought terrified her.---Dr. Reyes had given them an exercise."Write down what you're afraid of," the therapist had said. "Both of you. Then share your lists with each other."Emma had written her list that morning, sitting on the couch, Nick still asleep. Her handwriting was shaky. Her hand kept pausing over the paper.I'm afraid of losing another baby.I'm afraid my body is broken.I'm afraid Nick will blame me.I'm afraid I'll blame myself.I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to try again.

  • Loving Mr. Vance in Silence   Rebuilding

    The weeks after the trial were quiet.Not the silence of fear or grief — the silence of two people learning to exist together in a world that had tried to break them. Emma went to Healing Hearts three days a week. She saw clients. She attended staff meetings. She smiled at Margaret in the hallway and nodded at the right moments and pretended that her heart wasn't still bleeding.Nick went back to the office.He had been away for so long — first the wedding, then the kidnapping, then the hospital, then the trial. His desk was buried in paperwork. His inbox was overflowing. Chloe had done her best, but she was not Emma, and the company had suffered."I should fire half the board," Nick said one night, sitting on the couch, rubbing his temples."You should not fire half the board," Emma said, sitting beside him."They're incompetent.""They're human.""Same thing."Emma took his hand. "Nick. You've been gone for months. They did the best they could."Nick looked at her. "I know. I'm just

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