LOGINEDEN "Shhh," I whisper, holding him tighter. One hand cradles the back of his head while the other rubs slow circles on his back. "It's okay. I've got you."He keeps rambling, his words coming out in shaking pieces against my chest."I should have stayed. I should have done something. Even if it wasn't real, I should have tried. But I ran. I fucking ran."The water ripples around us as he shakes in my arms. I hold him as tightly as I can, pressing my cheek against the top of his head, my own tears slipping silently down my face."Listen to me," I say gently. "You didn't run because you're a coward. You ran because your mind was trying to protect you. You've been through hell, Hayden. Your brain is still trying to survive what happened to you as a child."He shakes his head, but I don't let him look away."I'm not saying what you saw wasn't real," I continue, my thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheeks. "But even if it was... you can't keep blaming yourself for something th
EDEN "I didn't do it alone," he says, his voice low. "I had help from the detective and a few people I've been quietly working with. We've been tracking movements, communications, and financial trails for a while. The three members I went after that night... they were the weakest links. One of them cracked under pressure. Once she started talking, the others followed."He pauses, then adds, "Savannah was easier than I expected. She was already scared. I just gave her a reason to be more scared of me than of The Pack."I stare at him.There's no pride in his voice. No satisfaction either. Just a flat, tired kind of honesty. Like he's reciting facts.I search his face, trying to find the man I know underneath the exhaustion and the lingering emptiness in his eyes."You make it sound simple," I say."It wasn't." His jaw tightens slightly. "But I needed it done."I nod slowly, letting his words settle. Part of me is relieved. Grateful, even. The arrests mean we're one step closer t
EDEN The moment Hayden steps fully into the boutique, the air turns several degrees colder. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't even look angry. But the frost in his tone is unmistakable."Let go of my wife."Will freezes against me. For a moment, he doesn't move. Then he slowly pulls away, his face still wet with tears. He looks up at Hayden with red, swollen eyes, clearly embarrassed.Hayden doesn't spare him another glance. Instead, he walks straight towards me, calm. Without saying a word, he takes my hand in his and gently pulls me away from Will. His grip is firm, but not tight."Thank you," he says to Will, though there's no warmth in it.Before I can react, Hayden is already leading me towards the back of the boutique. My heart is racing. I glance back once and see Will still sitting there, staring down at the half-eaten slice of cake with a lost expression.Hayden doesn't speak until we reach the door of my office. He pauses, his hand still holding mine."Where's N
EDEN I finish cleaning the floor in silence. Hayden hasn't moved from where he collapsed. He's sitting with his back against the side of the bed, knees drawn up, forehead resting on his arms. His breathing is still uneven.I wash my hands and come back out. Without saying anything, I lower myself onto the floor beside him and gently pull him towards me. He doesn't resist. He lets me guide his head down until it rests in my lap.The moment his cheek touches my thigh, he exhales shakily.I start stroking his hair slowly, my fingers moving through the damp strands. Then I gently scratch his scalp the way I know sometimes helps when his headaches get bad. His body is still tense, but after a minute, I feel him melt a little against me.For a while, we stay like that. The only sounds in the room are his uneven breathing and the soft scrape of my nails against his scalp.Then he speaks, his voice shaky."I went to the club tonight."My hand pauses for a second before continuing."I
HAYDEN My head is pounding so hard it feels like someone is driving nails into my skull with every heartbeat. I'm so tired I can barely think straight. It feels like I'm watching everything from behind a pane of glass.I keep my arm around her waist, my chest pressed against her back. She's stiff. I can feel the tension in her body. I close my eyes for a second, trying to push through the pain."I left it in the car," I say, my voice strained. It's not a complete lie. I did leave it in the car. I took it off before I walked into that club. I didn't want it on me in that cursed place.But I don't tell her why.Eden is quiet for a moment. Then she speaks again, her voice softer."Where did you go tonight?"I don't have the energy to lie cleanly, but I also can't tell her the truth. Not right now."I went to see someone," I answer.She shifts slightly in my arms. I can tell she's not satisfied."Who?"I exhale slowly through my nose."Someone who might know something about Jordan
EDEN The sitting room is warm and filled with soft laughter. Grandma is sitting in her favorite armchair, smiling as Nora toddles around the coffee table with a half-eaten cookie clutched in her tiny fist. Clara sits beside her on the couch, gently guiding Nora when she gets too close to the table's sharp corner. "Careful, little miss," Clara says with a soft laugh as Nora tries to climb onto the couch with her sticky hands. "You're going to leave chocolate fingerprints everywhere." Nora giggles, clearly proud of herself, and reaches for Grandma instead. Grandma opens her arms without hesitation, pulling Nora into her lap and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A fuzzy feeling swells inside me as I watch them. My phone vibrates on the side table. I glance at it absently, expecting a message from Ava or one of the boutique staff. Instead, the notification shows an unknown number. There's a single photo attached to the message. My stomach plummets even before I open it.







