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Maxine sat in her car for a full five minutes before she finally forced herself to step out. The message from Frank had been brief—Come to my office, we need to talk—but the weight of it had stayed with her all night. Frank Wright was not a man who wasted words, and when he said something was important, it usually was.She smoothed her palms down her skirt, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and walked into the tall glass building. The receptionist gave her a polite nod, but Maxine hardly noticed. Her heart was drumming against her ribs. Frank wasn’t someone who scared her—he was demanding, yes, critical and sometimes short-tempered—but not frightening. Still, something about the way he had called her in unsettled her.She reached his office and knocked softly.“Come in,” his voice called from within.Frank sat behind his wide oak desk, a neat pile of files on one side and his laptop open in front of him. He looked up when she entered, his expression less stern than usual.
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Maxine sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the road ahead with both hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. Her knuckles had gone pale, but she barely noticed. Her heart had been heavy all morning, weighed down by the thought of what she was about to do. Noah, sitting in the back seat, swung his little legs happily, humming a tune that he had probably picked up from one of his cartoons. He was blissfully unaware of the storm that brewed in his mother’s chest. Maxine glanced at him in the rearview mirror and forced herself to smile. For his sake, she had to look calm, even if she was falling apart inside.The restaurant loomed into view, a cozy family place she had chosen deliberately—public, safe, full of other families. Thomas was already there, waiting for them near the entrance. He stood leaning casually against the wall, dressed in a dark shirt and trousers that made him look every bit the man she remembered—powerful, commanding, dangerous, yet heartbreakingly familiar. The
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Kristen reached out her hand as soon as she saw Maxine, her eyes bright with the kind of warmth only an old friend could bring after years apart. But instead of pulling Maxine into an embrace right away, Kristen crouched down and opened her arms wide toward Noah.“I missed you!” she exclaimed, her voice rich with affection.Noah’s face lit up, and he rushed forward, wrapping his little arms around her neck. Kristen held him tightly, breathing him in as if to make up for every holiday, every birthday, every small milestone she had only heard about through phone calls and postcards. Maxine stood a step away, smiling softly as she watched them. There was something deeply comforting about seeing her son loved so purely by someone who had been like family to her.After a long moment, Kristen finally stood and turned to Maxine. Without hesitation, she pulled her into a hug that seemed to last forever. Maxine closed her eyes, sinking into the familiar comfort of her best friend’s embrace. Th
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Maxine sat in the library with her laptop open, her textbooks stacked high around her, but she wasn’t reading. Her pen had been hovering above her notebook for the last ten minutes, unmoving. The words on the page blurred in front of her eyes, replaced by the same relentless thought that had been haunting her: What am I supposed to do about Thomas?She had gone over every possibility, every scenario, and every outcome in her mind. If he had been an ordinary man, she might have allowed him visitation, at least occasionally. After all, she had never once wished to deprive Noah of knowing his father. But Thomas wasn’t ordinary. His life, from what little she could piece together, was drenched in danger. There was an aura about him that spoke of violence and secrets, scars she didn’t want her son anywhere near. Allowing him into Noah’s life was opening a door she had worked so hard to keep sealed shut. But the law wasn’t on her side—not if Thomas truly wanted to push for rights. And she d
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Maxine sat in her room with her books scattered across the desk, but her eyes weren’t focused on a single word. The notes in front of her blurred into meaningless scribbles, her mind preoccupied with the weight of everything that had happened in the past few weeks. The confrontation with Thomas at his penthouse still played in her mind like a recurring nightmare—his sharp tone, his insistence, the way his eyes darkened when she told him “no.” She had left his apartment with her hands trembling on the steering wheel, wondering if she had just invited chaos into her and Noah’s peaceful life.For hours afterward, she debated whether she should talk to someone about it. Normally, Maxine carried her burdens quietly, keeping her hardships neatly folded and tucked away where no one could see. That had been her survival mechanism since she became a mother—focusing on Noah, protecting him, and never leaning too much on anyone else. Even with her parents, who adored Noah and supported her, she
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Maxine drove with her hands tight around the steering wheel, the city lights blurring past her as dusk settled in. The streets were crowded, but her mind was louder than the horns and the traffic. Her decision to call Thomas rather than wait for him had been made on impulse, but the weight of it grew heavier the closer she got to his address. This had to end. She needed to be firm, to draw a line that he couldn’t cross.When she reached the penthouse tower, sleek and imposing against the skyline, she almost turned back. Security checks slowed her down—guards scrutinizing her car, a polite but cautious inspection. It reminded her that Thomas didn’t live an ordinary life. The penthouse wasn’t just an apartment; it was a fortress. Every barrier reinforced the unease twisting in her stomach.By the time she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the eleventh floor, her heart was hammering. She clenched her jaw, rehearsing what she wanted to say, but every time she thought ab
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