ログインTristan's POVWhen I walked up my driveway, I hadn’t expected to see any cars, let alone two. David’s sedan and Cris’s car parked side-by-side like they belonged. My stomach coiled with unease. David had said he was leaving for a business trip this morning. And Cris wanted to look for the old articles her mother wrote. So what the hell was David doing here?I walked up the few steps, every bone in my body was alert. As soon as the door creaked open, I heard it...a breathless gasp, the faint shuffle of hurried footsteps, and then... A muffled moan.I didn’t think. I stormed forward, down the hall toward the noise, and there, against the wall, I saw them. Cris, my only daughter, pressed against David's chest, his hand splayed at her waist, their
Elona's POVThe late morning sun spilled through the curtains of my old bedroom, bathing everything in a soft, golden light. It was one of those quiet days where time felt like it moved underwater, slow, thick, and distorted by painkillers and exhaustion. My body ached in places I couldn’t quite locate, and my heart? It throbbed like a dull bruise I couldn’t massage away. Recovery was more than physical.I had been moved to my dad’s house after the hospital released me early this morning. They said I needed quiet, comfort, and supervision. I wasn’t sure I had any of those things except quiet. The silence here was loud in its own right. I had just managed to doze off again when I heard the door creak open. I looked up to see my father standing in the doorway, his hand resting on the edge of the door frame like he needed to lean on something before speaking.“Elona,” he
Tristan's POVI left VFS with fury still simmering beneath my skin, the tension in my jaw was like a steel vice. Delance’s indifference clung to me like a stench I couldn’t wash off. Her smugness... her apathy, and the way she dismissed Elona’s suffering like it was some necessary evil in the pursuit of glory. It took everything in me not to slam her door on the way out. But I wasn’t done. There was still a ghost from the past that needed to be confronted.Grace.The name soured in my mouth the second it crept into my thoughts. I hadn’t thought about her in months, not since the news of our loss. The push on that d^mn camp during volleyball, the way Elona had crumpled and held her stomach and winced in pain. The look in her eyes. I will never forget that moment, and it was happening in front of me. Hell, it happened on my birthday. The anger inside of me intensified.
Tristan's POVThe sun had barely risen when I left the house, the sky still steeped in shades of bruised violet and fading charcoal. Elona was resting at the hospital under David’s watchful eye, and Cris had made it clear she wouldn’t sleep until she had the dirt she needed to burn Velvet Fashion Studio to the ground. I let her go do her digging at SNT while I did what I knew best...confronting the beast head-on.The drive to VFS felt longer than usual, or maybe it was just the thrum of anger in my chest, making everything around me seem slower, duller, and inconsequential. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I replayed the image of Elona lying unconscious in my arms, pale and bruised. That wasn’t just exhaustion. That was a body pushed too far. And someone needed to be held accountable.The moment I stepped through the glass doors of VFS, I ignored the pristine interiors, t
Tristan's POVI sat in the waiting area, the cold plastic chair beneath me offering no comfort. My hands were clasped tightly, my knuckles were white, as I stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. David had been allowed to see Elona first. I understood, he was her father, after all. But a part of me ached to be by her side, to reassure myself that she was truly okay.Cris approached, her footsteps soft against the floor as she came from the bathroom. She sat beside me, her presence a balm to my frayed nerves. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."Yes," she replied, looking ahead of her, "I've informed Spooky about her. He's worried, and he's worried about you."I nodded. There was a pause before I spoke. "Earlier, I saw
Tristan's POVI sat hunched forward on the chair in the waiting area, elbows on my knees with my head in my hands. Each second grinding against my nerves like sandpaper. Elona was somewhere beyond those walls, pale, fragile, and unconscious.I didn’t even realize Cris had arrived until I felt her arms around me. “Dad!” she breathed out, half a sob and half a relief. She pulled back just enough to see my face, and her expression softened instantly. “Gosh, you look like hell.”“I feel worse,” I said, my voice raspy from exhaustion and emotion. “I can’t lose her, Cris.”She sat beside me, not pressing me to speak, just being there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I said it aloud. “I’ve lost people before. But Elona… She is not just anyone. I can’t-” I swallowed hard. “I won&rs
Tristan's POVI was still standing on my spot as David rushed Elona to the hospital, my heart was beating at a rapid pace. I wasn't sure what was going on. I know that she was in some sort of pain or not feeling well on camp, but if it got to this extent then
Tristan's POVWhen Cris came home the other day, she was furious and wouldn't talk to me. I wouldn't even talk to her either, because I wanted to be alone. Luckily, Eric was with her and kept her away from me. I found myself sitting at the dinner table, drink
Elona's POVTristan pulled up in front of my house, my dad's car was in the driveway. The ride to my house was silent, and I knew it was due to what Tristan had been going through recently. I was going to let him go through the motions and I would just be here supporting h
Tristan's POVI was sitting in the lounge, going through documents from my company. I worked late last night and I do not know what time I went to bed. Some money had been taken from my company by this person, and I'm trying to keep track of everything. I do







