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Selene’s POV. I stood by the window of my living room. Gazing out at the dark sky. Amira’s teddy in one hand and a glass of water in the other. The teddy still smelled like her. So soft and fluffy. I lowered my nose to it and took in a whiff. My baby. A chill ran down my body. I haven't really been feeling myself lately. My body just seems weak. I haven't felt this way in like forever. I moved towards the center table and carefully placed the glass cup down. I hadn’t stopped trying Sophie’s line. I was hoping for something. A miracle maybe. I reached for the card the woman from earlier gave me. The boss's name across the card read, "Frank Thomas." I flipped it over; it was so unlike Sophie to keep something like this from me. Why didn’t she tell me about him? I hugged the Teddy closer to my chest. I would call him tonight. My head snapped at the screeching sound from outside. From the little opening in the curtain I could see Rowland’s car. “What is he doing here and why s
Rowland’s POV. My brow arched as I leaned on the chair. Elena barely wants to have conversations, except when it is work. This didn’t sound like work. "Carry on.” She cleared her throat, then slid a small file towards me. “This is my resignation letter, sir." For a second I simply stared at it.Then I looked back at her.My mouth hung open.“What?”A nervous laugh escaped her.“I knew that would be your reaction.”“You’re joking.”“I’m not.”I picked up the letter and skimmed through the first few lines before dropping it back onto the desk.“Elena, you’ve worked here for years.”“I know.”“You’re one of the best people I have.”“I know that too.”“Then why?”She looked down at her hands.“I have come to realize my place isn’t here.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life chasing what’s clearly not mine.” I rubbed my chin slowly. Observing her. She looked different. Like she was so sure of this moment. Like she had practiced time and time again. “Is it bec
Selene’s POV. “What? Are you sure about this?” “Yes, ma'am. Right here in New Orleans.” "How…is…that…possible?" My words came out uneven. Then I remembered the stack of clothes. I won’t mention it. Not yet. "Well, it’s possible she’s around somewhere.” The officer said. “Three transactions in the last forty-eight hours."Silence. “A grocery store.”“A pharmacy.”“And a toy store.”My fingers shook slightly. Nora’s eyes locked on me from across the room, and I flashed a smile. “Maam? Might you know where she might be?” “Do…do you think she’s with Tom?” I asked. “Are you saying your ex-husband is likely to do something of the sort?" I leant back in my seat, my mind racing. “I really don’t know, officer. I really don’t.” “We are actively looking for them both, ma'am," he began. But if you have any information that might help. That could speed up the process.” I thought about the scattered clothes and Amira’s stuffed teddy. “No, I don’t, sir." “Very well, ma'am. We would be i
Selene’s POV. I froze instantly. My heart made a little flip in my chest. My arms wrapped instinctively around me. Something wasn’t right. Then my eyes landed on the bathroom door slightly ajar. I could have sworn this entire place was tidy before I left. A shiver ran up my spine. Yet again, was it really? I took slow steps forward and reached for the door. The creaking sound from its hinges while I closed it was louder than it should be in the lonely house. I would take care of this mess later. I turned to leave. Then I noticed it. The stuffed rabbit. Amira’s stuffed rabbit. Lying just there, over the pillow. I gasped. The air from my lungs was knocked out. I closed my eyes shut for a minute, a silent prayer on my lips as I slowly opened them up again. It was still there. This shouldn’t be here. I packed all these away after the funeral. It’s been months. My hands trembled as I took the stuffed rabbit in my palms. Giving it a little squeeze. It looked too n
Selene’s POV. My legs went weak. I took a step back to get a better look at the man standing. A part of me wants to walk up to my room and act like everything never happened. Like my life wasn't slowly crumbling. Father leaned forward in his seat, and Mom's eyes were fixed on me. “What…what about her?” The officer exhaled. “It seems she might be missing.” My heart sank. The guilt of not having heard from her and not bothering to reach out clawed at my chest. “Missing?” Mother gasped. “Ssh,” Dad said, pulling her back. “What do you mean missing?” I asked the officer. “Well, it appears she might have arrived in the city some months back. Her travel records show she landed here. But an alarm was raised from her workplace that she hasn't been around, which is strange because you stay at her house, don't you?" The not-so-intimidating one asked, standing up from behind. My head thundered loudly. I placed my hands over my chest and took the seat next to me. Mother
Selene’s POV. My phone has been bombarded with calls from Mom all afternoon. I wasn’t ready to pick up. How do I explain to her where I have been all this while? I felt the slight reddening of my cheeks. I sat across from Rowland in the passenger seat. He wouldn’t allow me to drive back home. Not in my shaken state. I wasn’t shaken anymore, really. I haven’t felt this calmness in my nerves since Amira died. We made love yesternight. Like a reconnection of our bodies, the past and the present. I had allowed myself to feel things. Things I never thought I could feel again. I couldn’t help but smile at how protective and angry he was last night when he heard about Tom. I stole a quick glance at him. His grip on the wheel was tight, and his eyes were fixed on the road. He didn’t utter a word. Did I do something wrong? I sat still, letting the silence wash over us while I fiddled with my fingers. “Mmhmm,” he started, without averting his eyes from the road. “Th
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Selene’s POV.His lips touched mine, and the world tilted.Soft at first.Like he wasn’t sure I would let him.The familiarity of him crashed into me…the warmth, the quiet authority in the way he kissed…and something inside me unraveled. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this. Missed him.His
Rowland’s POV.A few hours earlier.I walked out of the hospital. Seeing Selene’s parents, especially after what Mom told me. Ignited feelings I didn’t want to explore. And that man.Tom.The nerve of him to show up after everything.I punched lightly on the steering wheel. Making the horn blare.I
My mouth flew open. “Don’t be stupid, Selene. You could fool my father, but you couldn’t fool me." “What do you mean, Tom?” He took a step back. "My father called me in one afternoon to tell me I would be getting married to avert the scandal around his dear and only son." He tilted my chin w







