LOGINEver since she came back from Grace’s house, things had shifted. Amara had completely stopped bothering Daniel about trying to make friends or mingle with the outside world. She had intentionally distanced herself from Grace, realizing the woman was just a busybody who only cared about gossip. Looking back, Amara saw Grace as no different from any other nosy neighbour. They were all the same. She had learned her lesson about letting outsiders get too close.It was a quiet afternoon when Amara stepped out of the front door with little Liam strapped to her waist. She had a bag of trash in her hand, intending to toss it into the bins outside. But as she stepped onto the pavement, her eyes drifted across the street.Right opposite her house, standing barefoot behind a low pillar, was a woman dressed entirely in plain white.The woman stood there, watching her without blinking. Amara froze, her heart skipping a beat as she stared back for a few long seconds. She tried to make sense of who
Morning arrived quietly. Daniel was ready before eight, adjusting his cuffs while Amara packed his breakfast. Before he picked up his briefcase, she smiled."Remember I told you about Grace? I'll be spending a few hours at her place today. We finally found a day when we were both free."Daniel simply nodded."I'll take Liam with me. We'll be back before you get home."He held her gaze for a second. "Alright."That was all. He kissed Liam’s forehead, pressed a light one to Amara’s, and walked out at eight o'clock sharp. His SUV rolled out of the compound, and Amara watched until it vanished through the gate."Finally," she whispered, turning to the baby. "Liam... we're going to visit Auntie Grace today."She bathed Liam first, dressing him in a soft cream romper before rocking him to sleep. After laying him carefully in his cot, she hurried to the kitchen. Even though Grace insisted she didn't need to bring anything, Amara couldn't arrive empty-handed. She whipped up a pot of smoky jol
Saturday mornings were the only times the mansion felt almost normal. Daniel wasn’t locked away inside his office writing in his notebooks; instead, he sat in the sitting room with Liam perched on his lap, the little boy completely obsessed with his father.“Dada! Dada!”Every few seconds, Liam tugged at Daniel’s shirt, laughing uncontrollably. Amara leaned against the kitchen doorway, smiling. “I don’t think he even remembers that I’m his mother anymore.”Daniel chuckled. “He’ll always know.”“Oh really?” she teased. “The moment you leave this house tomorrow, let’s see who he’ll run to.”As if he understood every word, Liam reached for Daniel’s face again. “Dada!”Amara laughed. “See? I’m already losing the competition.”Daniel kissed his son’s forehead. “My little man.”Watching them together always melted Amara’s heart. For all of Daniel’s strange habits, for all the unanswered questions surrounding him, one thing she could never deny was how deeply he loved their child.After brea
Liam was growing faster than Amara had ever imagined, learning something new every single morning. One day he was struggling to crawl; the next, he was darting across the mansion so quickly that she had to keep a constant eye on him. He had become the life of the house. The once-silent rooms were now filled with cheerful giggles, tiny footsteps, scattered toys, and the innocent laughter of a happy child. Looking at Liam, there was no doubt who his father was. He was the exact image of Daniel—the same sharp nose, the same well-shaped lips, the same thick eyebrows, and eyes that carried that same strange, heavy calmness. Whenever people saw him, they smiled and said, *"That child didn’t even borrow anything from his mother. He’s his father’s complete photocopy."* Amara never took offense. She just laughed proudly. "My handsome little man." There was one thing, though, that amused her every day: Liam was completely obsessed with his father. No matter how long Amara carried him throug
The following evening, Daniel walked into the house at five on the dot, dropped his briefcase on the console table, and looked at Amara feeding Liam on the sofa."Tomorrow."Amara looked up. "Tomorrow what?"He walked over, a faint smile on his face. "Tomorrow evening. We're going out."She blinked. "Really?""Eight o'clock," he said. "We don't have to rush back. Stay out as long as you want."Her face lit up. "What about Liam?"Daniel looped a finger around his son's tiny hand. "He's coming. We'll bring the stroller. I found somewhere quiet. No loud music, no crowds. Just us."Amara threw her arms around his neck. "You actually planned this?""I wanted our first time out to be somewhere you'd like."Her eyes softened. "Thank you."That night, sleep didn't happen. Every time she closed her eyes, she was picturing the next evening—their first family dinner, getting out of the house, actual photos outside the gates. She got out of bed twice just to check the clothes she'd laid out, grin
Sunday evenings were usually the quietest in the estate. The roads were less busy, children played outside before sunset, and families took evening walks together, enjoying the cool breeze before another busy week began. Amara had just finished cleaning the house, and with little Liam asleep after his evening feed, she carried the trash bag outside. The security guard was busy watering the flowers near the gate, so she decided to take the trash herself to the central waste collection point a few houses away.She had barely thrown the trash into the large dumpster when someone called her name. “Amara!”She turned immediately. Grace stood across the road, waving excitedly, with her husband beside her neatly dressed in a polo shirt and jeans, holding their little daughter in his arms as a sleek SUV waited behind them. Grace hurried across the road and hugged Amara warmly.“I’m so glad I caught you!”Amara smiled. “I almost missed you.”Grace laughed. “We’re taking the baby out. My husban







