Mia's hands trembled at her sides as she watched Kate's cold expression, the same expression that had greeted her countless times throughout her twenty-three years of life whenever she dared to express her own desires.
Fresh tears traced silver paths down Mia's flushed cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of years of suppressed frustration and disappointment. Her dark eyes, usually bright with hope despite everything, now reflected a weariness that seemed far too old for her young face. The silence between them stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment."Mother," Mia's voice cracked with emotion, the single word carrying more pain than any scream could have conveyed. She wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand, leaving streaks across her pale skin. "When are you going to stop making decisions for me?"The question hung in the air like smoke, heavy and choking. Kate's face remained impassive, her thin lips pressed into a hard line thatThe taxi came to a stop right in front of Andrew's mansion. Mia stepped out, fumbling through her purse for the fare. Her hands were still shaking a little from everything that had happened with her mother. She handed the driver his money and watched as he pulled away before turning toward the house.The front door felt heavier than usual as she pushed it open. Maybe it was just her mood, but everything seemed to require more effort today. She climbed the stairs slowly, her bag feeling like it weighed a ton on her shoulder.Sarah's bedroom door was slightly open, and Mia could hear the familiar sound of Netflix playing. She pushed the door wider and found Sarah sprawled across her bed, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach, completely absorbed in whatever show she was watching."You're back," Sarah said with a bright smile, pausing the show and turning to face her friend. The smile faltered when she got a good look at Mia's face. "Wait, what happened? You look like someone just to
Mia's hands trembled at her sides as she watched Kate's cold expression, the same expression that had greeted her countless times throughout her twenty-three years of life whenever she dared to express her own desires.Fresh tears traced silver paths down Mia's flushed cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of years of suppressed frustration and disappointment. Her dark eyes, usually bright with hope despite everything, now reflected a weariness that seemed far too old for her young face. The silence between them stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap at any moment."Mother," Mia's voice cracked with emotion, the single word carrying more pain than any scream could have conveyed. She wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand, leaving streaks across her pale skin. "When are you going to stop making decisions for me?"The question hung in the air like smoke, heavy and choking. Kate's face remained impassive, her thin lips pressed into a hard line that
The drive continued in heavy silence, broken only by the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant sounds of city traffic filtering through the windows. Mia sat rigid in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white with tension. The familiar streets of her neighborhood passed by in a blur, each turn bringing her closer to whatever storm was waiting at home.Anthony glanced at her from the corner of his eye, noting the way she held herself like she was bracing for impact. Her usually bright demeanor had been replaced by something fragile and withdrawn, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit."Are you okay?" he asked finally, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet.Mia turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and something else – fear, maybe, or resignation. For a moment, he thought she might actually tell him what was troubling her, but then her walls went back up."I'm fi
Andrew looked at Anthony for a long moment, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched between them like a taut wire, filled with years of history and unspoken words. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled – a sound that held no real humor, just exhaustion and resignation."I don't want to talk about it," he said, his voice carrying a finality that would have stopped most people in their tracks.But Anthony wasn't most people. He'd known Andrew long enough to recognize the walls going up, the way his friend retreated behind that carefully constructed mask whenever things got too emotional. It frustrated him to no end."Gosh, Andy," Anthony muttered, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. "I never knew you to be like this. Just let go of the past already."The nickname slipped out without thinking – Andy, the name only his closest friends had ever used. It was a remnant from their childhood, from simpler times when their bigge
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Andrew's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk where he sat hunched over his tablet. The familiar scent of leather from his executive chair mixed with the faint aroma of his morning coffee, now gone cold in its ceramic mug. Papers were scattered across his desk in organized chaos – contracts, reports, and financial statements that demanded his attention, but his mind kept drifting to other things.The office door opened with a soft click, followed by the sound of expensive Italian leather shoes against the marble floor. Andrew didn't need to look up to know who had just walked in. There was only one person who entered his office with that particular combination of confidence and casual disregard for protocol."Guess you're already expecting me, that's why you're not surprised," Anthony said, his voice carrying that familiar hint of amusement as he settled into on
The restaurant was one of those cozy corner places with warm lighting and the kind of atmosphere that made you want to stay for hours. Sarah, Mia, and Carmelita had claimed a booth near the window, where they could watch the world go by while they tried to process everything that had just happened. The waitress had already brought their drinks – coffee for Carmelita, iced tea for Mia, and a nervous Sarah was nursing a glass of water with shaking hands.Carmelita leaned back in her seat, letting out a long breath that seemed to carry the weight of the entire afternoon. Her usually perfect composure had relaxed just a fraction, and for the first time since they'd left Lena's house, she allowed herself to look tired."Gosh, today was hectic," she said, running a manicured hand through her hair. The simple gesture made her seem more human somehow, less like the fierce warrior who had just demolished Lena's entire world and more like a mother who'd been throug