Se connecterJUNE; I couldn’t sleep. The noise in the house had gone down hours ago. Mom had retired to bed and Mr. Grayson was out on a short business trip according to Mom. I could only ask how long the trip would last because, undoubtedly, he had become my only hope for the next visit to the police station. The only light left in the hallway came from under Ronan’s door, and that left me wondering if he was really asleep. I sat on the edge of my bed with the note he had written still folded in my hand, the words I had finally read earlier looping through my head. “I have never loved another woman but you.” When I read that earlier, I felt different, like I was punishing him without any evidence, but right now it felt completely different. The video Matthew showed me kept cutting across those words like a blade. The bile in my stomach rose to my throat and I felt my fingers tightening around that paper so hard that I tore it into shreds, blood rushing through my veins like it was runni
Ronan closed his bedroom door harder than he needed to and stood with his back against it for a long moment. The quiet of the house pressed in around him like a curse. Everything from the station still sat under his skin… Natalie’s calm face when they brought her in, the way his father’s voice had cracked while talking about his mother, the old man’s name dragged back into the light after so many years. He pushed off the door and began to pace.How could his father possibly say such a thing about his mother? He feared that it was the truth after all.Or was it the unfortunate discovery that Natalie had never been a random mistake? That knowledge alone kept his jaw locked. Yet the thing that would not let him sit still was smaller and sharper…. June had not come home with them, and the disdainful way she looked at him before turning towards her waiting cab.He had stood near the cars outside the station and watched her. Marielle had asked where she was going. June’s answer came too qu
JUNE;I let out a short, throaty laugh that scraped my throat. I did not care who heard it or if the passersby were looking. Mary and Matthew both stared at me as if I was completely losing my mind. Maybe I was. The whole shape of my life suddenly felt like something written for someone else… a story full of planted kindness, scripted actions, and hidden cameras and fathers who sent strangers to watch their own daughters for unknown reasons.“So,” I managed, the word tasting bitter. “The sneakers. Lifting me that first day when everyone was laughing. All of it was staged?”I was fighting hard not to believe the one kind gesture that brought us close was also part of the script he was playing.But Matthew’s face tightened. “I already told you, June. I’m sorry. Deeply.” He reached toward my hand.I raised my own hand between us, palm out. “Don’t.”I looked at Mary. She was on her feet now too, arms wrapped around herself. Pity moved through me when I saw how lean she looked now, but th
JUNE;We all sat down again under the white tent. Our glasses of soft drinks sat before us like mere decorations. For a moment I almost believed Matthew had only used the word “evidence” to get me here and that nothing real existed. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his eyes darkened as he unlocked it. The playful softness from earlier was gone, his fingers trembled slightly around the gadget while he tapped the screen. When he held the phone out to me, his throat moved once in a hard swallow.I looked at him, then at Mary, like I would need some emotional support to even take the phone from him. Neither of them spoke. Every instinct told me not to take the phone but Matthew nudged it closer. I finally closed my fingers around it.The video was already playing. The sound was low; I couldn't catch every word, but I didn't need to. Ronan stood in a bedroom I had never seen. Natalie lay across the bed in a transparent red lingerie set, one knee bent, she was sa
JUNE;I lifted the metal cover. My eyes widened at once. Words had been written across the white plate in thick red ketchup.“I’m sorry, June.” I read the words slowly.The cover still in my hand, I looked up. Matthew was no longer in his chair. He was kneeling on the grass in front of me, shoulders rounded, eyes lowered like a child who had been caught stealing some candies.“What’s this?” I asked. My voice came out softer than I wanted. “I mean, I can read the words. But what are they for?” I demanded.“For everything,” he said. “For the lies. For putting you in awkward situations. For coming between you and your best friend.”I let out a short, disbelieving breath. Anger rose slowly and steadily under my ribs, but I fought hard to keep it in place.“You think smearing ketchup on a plate will undo all that you've done? And now you’re still trying to ruin Ronan’s name when you clearly have nothing real to show me.” I snapped.I stood up so fast the chair moved backward. The metal cov
JUNE;Matthew was already there when I reached the park's lower level. He sat under a white tent at the far end, a little apart from the main paths. A few people walked by with dogs or strollers, but the place was still quiet compared to the crowds that usually filled it in the evenings.He stood the moment he saw me coming down the open staircase. I walked toward him, heart beating hard against my ribs, and my fingers locked tight around the strap of my bag. Every step forced the same question through my head: should I even be here after everything that had just happened at the station? I had heard Ronan and his father in the parking lot. Ronan had spoken about the first night with Natalie, about blackmail, about the truck. At one point, it sounded like he was about to say more, but then his eyes found mine and the rest of the words disappeared. That silence still sat in my chest like a heavy stone. Maybe he really was hiding his continued affair with Natalie. The thought of it m
JUNE. Warm water still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was nothing like the one I was used to. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around my body, my mind drifted back to an hour ago. How was it possible? The worst person I had met in school, was my step-brother
RONAN.I couldn't believe it. I almost couldn't believe Dad was thinking about wife-ing that lady he met just a few months ago. The thought had kept me up most nights. He had broken the news like it was something I should jubilate over. Was he expecting me to applaud him after I had seen how much
JUNE.I was already having a bad day by the time I got home.No, before I got home. It started the moment I stepped out of that hall.The laughter still rang in my ears, sharp and loud, like it had followed me all the way out of the school gates. Even now, sitting at the back of the sleek black SUV
JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here







