Derrick texted on her day off.‘Can I come by?’Valery stared at the screen for a long moment before answering yes.When he arrived, she let him in. She even offered him a drink to lighten the mood. They sat across from each other, silently.“You look well,” Derrick said finally. His voice was careful, measured.“I’m managing,” she replied, staring at her hands.“Valery…” His eyes searched her face. “Forgive me.”She shook her head. “No. I should be the one apologizing to you.”“Why would you say that?”“Because I pushed you too hard with my actions. Maybe I shouldn’t have let what we had drag on for this long.”He leaned forward, desperate. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t twist this into your fault. We’ve both suffered. But couples survive worse, don’t they? We can survive this.”Her throat felt tight, as if the words refused to come out. “You make it sound easy.”“I’m not saying it’s easy,” Derrick said quickly. “I’m saying it’s worth it. You and me - we’ve always been worth it.”Valery l
Days later…Valery stood her ground with Jennifer, insisting she could finally return home. Two weeks of being coddled and nursed had drained her spirit more than the wounds themselves.“I swear, Jen, I’m healed,” she said, adjusting the strap of her handbag as though to prove she was fit to carry it. “I can’t just sit and sleep the day away. I miss work. I miss being me.”Jennifer frowned, arms folded across her chest, studying her younger sister with suspicious eyes. “Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another. You still look pale.”“I’m fine.” Valery forced a small smile. “If I don’t go back to my normal life, I’ll start feeling like an invalid. You don’t want that for me.”Jennifer sighed, exasperated but helpless. “Stubborn, just like Father. Fine. But don’t make me regret this.”When Valery stepped into her own house, the air felt different - lighter, freer. She was ready to sink into the familiar silence when a loud cheer nearly startled her out of her skin.“There s
PRESENT DAY...Valery felt Ryan’s smile press against her forehead. His breath was warm, too close for her thoughts to escape.“What’s tickling your mind?” she whispered in a low hum.Ryan lowered his eyes, lips spreading wider, like he was savouring a secret. “Do you remember when my brother was accused of starting some party and using drugs?”Valery winced, her nose twitching as if the memory itself was vague. “…” She gave a slow nod.“He was so afraid you’d get in trouble, he accepted those lies,” Ryan murmured.Valery tilted her head, caught by the seriousness on his face. His voice didn’t break, but it shook with something heavier.“Had my mother not pestered the school and made donations, they would have kicked him out. At that time, all Riley could think of was you. He was willing to lose being able to see you every day, than do anything that might cause you to lose face.”“I remember,” Valery whispered. “He got suspended for three weeks the following term.”Ryan’s throat bobbe
Hecate didn’t know what to expect when she showed up at the school. She went in calm, but the moment the matter was laid before her, she nearly choked on her own breath.“So, you’re saying my son - who’s never even held a cigarette - managed to sneak marijuana into a resort?” she asked. “Are you even aware Riley has a condition?”“Yes, Madam Hecate,” the headmaster said, voice stiff, “but that doesn’t change the fact that the substances were found in his bag.”Her eyes sharpened. “He doesn’t know how that got there. My son isn’t some trained liar you can pin this crime on.”The headmaster leaned back. “We’re not accusing lightly. And for clarity, it’s because of your reputation that we didn’t involve the police. Riley has never caused trouble here, but consuming or dealing with drugs is not tolerated. It could mean suspension…or expulsion.” The man explained. “And there’s more – allegedly we he didn’t sleep in his room one of the nights.”Hecate turned to her son. “Is this true, Riley
The airport lounge was quieter than it should have been for a group of teenagers. Teachers whispered sternly among themselves, throwing glances toward Riley and Derrick like they were lepers. Nobody wanted to sit too close, not after the spectacle last night. The words ‘drugs’ and ‘fighting’ still hung heavy in everyone’s ears like flies around a wound.Valery trailed behind the others, clutching her bag. She had wanted to defend Riley, but what good would that have done when every adult looked at him like he was already guilty?The line shuffled forward, and soon she found herself stepping onto the plane. Her eyes darted immediately, searching. There he was, Riley, slumped in a seat by the window. Relief rushed through her until she saw who sat beside him. One of the teachers, posture stiff as a guard dog, keeping watch.Riley lifted his head as though he felt her eyes on him. His lips twitched into the faintest smile, tired, broken. She wanted to run down the aisle and throw herself
The teachers woke up hazy and confused. When they stepped outside, the place was silent - unsettlingly so. Not a speck of dirt on the ground, and not a single student in sight. To their amazement, the children were already gathered neatly outside, waiting for the bus.It was the final day of the workshop. Certificates were handed out; connections briefly encouraged with professionals across various fields. The evening would be crowned with a black-tie dinner party.For a prestigious school like Lady Sarah Memorial, each student dazzled. The boys crisp in tuxedos, the girls radiant in modest dresses.Derrick was at the lounge adjusting his sleeves when Riley walked in, waves gleaming in his trimmed hair, his look sharp enough to cut. Instead of buses, limos waited to carry them to the event."You look okay, old man," Derrick said with a smirk."Not so bad yourself, pip squeak," Riley shot back, wincing at his own joke.Then Margret arrived, blooming like a sunflower in her yellow dress