LOGINAva watched her mother's face crumple, saw her father's jaw tighten. But Ava took a breath. Then another. The tears that had been threatening to fall dried up, replaced by something harder. Something that felt like resolve."Mom. Dad." Her voice was steady. "Can you please excuse us? I need to speak with Roman alone.""Ava, honey—" Mrs Morgan started."Please." Ava turned to her mother. "I'll come by the house later. I promise."Edwards hand found his wife's shoulder. He understood. "Come on, dear. Let's give them some space."Mrs Morgan looked like she wanted to argue, but she nodded. She moved toward Ava, pulling her into one more quick embrace. "You're stronger than you know," she whispered in her daughter's ear. "Don't forget that."Edward was the last. He squeezed Ava's hand, then looked at Roman—who was still pressed against the wall, watching them all with suspicious eyes."Take care of yourself, son," Edward said quietly. "Whether you remember it or not, we love you."Roman s
"Mrs. King. Please, come with me to my office. The doctor said slowly. We need to talk."Ava looked back at Roman one more time. He was still watching her with those stranger's eyes, his expression a careful mask of polite concern. It made her want to scream."Okay," she whispered.The doctor led her down the hallway, past the nurses' station, past rooms filled with the sounds of monitors and hushed conversations. Her legs felt numb. Everything felt numb. The doctor's office was small, cramped with filing cabinets and a desk cluttered with papers. He gestured to a chair."Please, sit."Ava sat. She didn't know what else to do.The doctor settled into his chair and pulled out a thin manila folder. He opened it, and Ava caught a glimpse of Roman's name typed at the top of several documents."Mrs. King, I'm Dr. Patterson. I've been overseeing your husband's case since he was brought in." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "What I'm about to tell you may be difficult to hear.""Just
The first thing Ava noticed was the sterile smell—antiseptic and unnervingly clean. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by stones, but she forced them open. Harsh fluorescent lights blurred above her, and she blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the white ceiling tiles, the IV stand beside her bed, the steady beep of a monitor somewhere to her left.Where am i?Her mind felt foggy, thoughts moving through molasses. She tried to sit up, but her body protested with a dull ache that spread from her ribs to her shoulders. The hospital gown rustled against the thin sheets as she shifted, and that's when it hit her—she was in a hospital.Ava's breathing quickened as fragments of memory began to surface, jagged and incomplete. She'd been in the car. Roman had been driving. They'd been talking about—what had they been talking about? The details escaped her, but she remembered his hands on the wheel, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the dashboard.And then—The mem
The car slowed and rolled to a stop in front of the house gate. Roman cut the engine abruptly and stepped out, the tension in his body still coiled tight.Ava watched him from the passenger seat, confused, as he walked around the car and opened her door. He held out his hand to her. “Come on. Get down.”She stared at his hand instead of taking it. “Roman… what are you doing?”He frowned slightly, as if her question didn’t make sense. “We’re home. You need to go inside. I have somewhere I need to go.”Ava’s lips parted in disbelief. Slowly, she pulled her hand back and shut the door. The soft thud echoed louder than it should have.Roman straightened, then caught her eyes in the side mirror. For a moment, he just stood there, frustration flickering across his face. He opened the door again, lowering his voice. “Baby, please. Go inside. I don’t want you getting hurt.”Ava shook her head. “No.”“Ava—”“No,” she repeated firmly. “You haven’t told me anything. You drag me out of the statio
Ava folded her hands neatly on the table and lifted her chin.“You said you wanted to question me,” she said calmly. “What exactly do you want to ask?”The two detectives exchanged a brief glance before one of them—Detective Harris—took the lead. He opened a thin file and slid it closer to himself.“Mrs. King,” he began, “earlier today, a woman entered your foundation claiming that you were responsible for the death of her son. She alleges that your organization transported her and her child to an undisclosed location under the promise of medical assistance.”Ava’s brows drew together. “That is completely false.”Harris nodded, as if he had expected that answer. “According to her statement, the child began experiencing seizures. She claims she requested that he be left alone, and that shortly after, he passed away.”Before Ava could respond, Daniel Whitmore leaned forward.“For the record,” he said smoothly, “my client categorically denies these claims. There is no documentation, medi
The door burst open so suddenly that Ava flinched.“Where is she?” Roman’s voice thundered through the room.Before anyone could react, Ava was already on her feet. The cuffs on her wrists clinked softly as she ran toward him, tears spilling down her cheeks. Roman caught her immediately, pulling her into his chest without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around her carefully, mindful of the restraints, and kissed her forehead over and over again.“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely. “I’ve got you. I’m getting you out of here right now.”Ava clutched his suit jacket, her voice shaking. “Roman…”He pulled back just enough to look at her face, his jaw tight with anger and fear. Then he turned slowly to face the detectives, his expression darkening.“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “Release my wife immediately.”One of the detectives stood up calmly, raising a hand slightly. “Mr. King, I understand you’re upset, but this is not how the process works. Your wife is here for question







