Lia didn’t sleep.She lay in bed, eyes glued to the ceiling, the clock ticking louder with each passing second.At 8:32 a.m., the clinic called.The results were ready.She didn’t get dressed.She simply threw on a jacket over her nightshirt, tucked her hair under a cap, and drove in silence with trembling fingers gripping the steering wheel.She hadn’t told Daph.She couldn’t.Not yet.If Ken really wasn’t Julian’s father, then Ruben was. And if he found out… God, she didn’t even know what that meant anymore.Did she want him to know?Would he even care?He had to. He always wanted a child...Her breath hitched. It was too much.Too much to think about.Too much to feel.The envelope was handed over in silence.The nurse said somethingbshe didn’t hear it. Just nodded and walked out, her hands cold and clammy, her heart thudding violently against her ribs.She didn’t open it right away.She sat in the car with the envelope on her lap, staring at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
The kettle whistled, loud and shrill in the quiet kitchen, but Lia didn’t move.She sat at the table, staring at the chipped ceramic mug in front of her. The tea inside had long gone cold. Across from her, Daph watched her like someone defusing a bomb carefully, patiently, and bracing for the blast."You’re not sleeping," Daph finally said.Lia didn’t answer."You’re not eating either.""I’m fine," Lia muttered."You’re not." Daph’s voice was low. “Lia… we need to talk about Ken.”“No, we don’t.” Lia’s tone was sharp, final.But Daph wasn’t backing down this time.“He’s not going to disappear because you ignore him. He saw Julian. You know what that means.”Lia’s jaw clenched. “I said I’ll handle it.”“How? By hoping he goes away on his own?”Lia stood suddenly, her chair scraping against the tile. She turned her back to her best friend, hugging herself. “He doesn’t even know if Julian is his.”“And what if he finds out?” Daph pushed. “What if he takes you to court? What if he fights
Lia didn’t sleep that night.She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, her arms wrapped around Julián’s small body. He had fallen asleep mid-story, unaware of the emotional wreckage left behind by the man they saw on the sidewalk.Ken.His voice kept replaying in her head. “He looks like me.”And he did. God, he really did.The stubborn jaw, the deep-set eyes, the shape of his mouth when he was thinking. How had she been so naïve to believe this day wouldn’t come?Daph had warned her before she left the country. “The truth always finds its way, Lia. One day, the past will knock at your door, whether you’re ready or not.”She had nodded, stubbornly pretending she was different. That she could outrun her past.Now she knew better.In the morning, Lia sent Julián to Daph’s house with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Auntie Daph will take you to the park, sweetheart.”“Will the man be there again?” he asked innocently.“No, baby,” she said, brushing back his curls. “He won’t.”She watche
The day moved like molasses.Lia spent most of it indoors, finalizing a proposal for an upcoming jewelry collaboration and distracting herself with the mundane. But it didn’t help. Not when her heart beat like a warning drum in her chest. Not when every noise outside made her glance at the window.Julián played in the living room, humming to himself as he stacked colorful blocks with the kind of innocence only a child could maintain in a world so cruel.She wanted to hold on to that innocence. Guard it with her life.By late afternoon, Daph stepped into the room with a face Lia recognized too well: something’s wrong.“What?” Lia asked instantly.Daph hesitated, then passed her phone over. “You need to see this.”It was a security snapshot. Blurry. Black and white.But clear enough.Lia’s stomach turned.Ken.Standing across the street from the house. A coat draped over his arm. Face half-hidden. Watching.He didn’t knock. He didn’t call. He just stood there. Like he couldn’t make up h
DAPH’S APARTMENT “I swear to God, Lia… if I didn’t love you so much, I would’ve killed you five years ago.”Lia smiled tiredly, running her fingers through Julián’s curly hair as he sat on the living room rug playing with blocks. “I know, Daph. I know.”Daph placed the mug of hot cocoa in front of her and sat across the couch, eyes studying Lia like a scientist dissecting a miracle.“You still look the same. Maybe a little softer around the edges,” Daph teased gently. “Still hot though.”Lia chuckled, shaking her head. “Life in Norway will do that to you. There’s peace there. At that, Daph’s smile slipped.“So…” she began cautiously, “how long are you staying?”“Two weeks,” Lia replied, voice steady. “Just enough to sort out some property things. I’ve been handling everything remotely, but some signatures need to be in-person. Then we’re gone again. Maybe Spain. Maybe somewhere quieter.”Daph frowned. “And Ruben?”“There’s nothing left,” Lia said quickly. Too quickly. “He gave me fr
The gentle hum of a coffee machine filled the cozy air of the café. Snow dusted the windows outside, turning the view into a picture-perfect postcard, but inside was warmth, chatter, and the quiet tapping of fingers against a keyboard.Lia sat in the corner booth, wearing a cream knitted sweater over her now slightly visible baby bump. Her face was fuller, cheeks kissed with a natural glow. Her hair was longer now, dark curls framing her face softly. She looked… peaceful.She wasn’t rich yet, but she was getting there.After arriving in Europe, she started small tutoring English online, ghostwriting romance novellas, taking weekend courses in business management. It was grueling, and lonely sometimes. But every night she slept without fear. No nightmares. No locked doors. No Ruben. No blackmail. No threats. Just silence and safety.Her startup skincare line, LustraGlow, had just secured its first distributor. Daph helped design the logo. A local Norwegian influencer promoted it withou