An hour later, Alex was driving just the two of us out of the city. I watched the landscape change from suburban neighborhoods to rolling fields, wondering where we could possibly be going.Why were we going on a date almost an hour away from home?"You're being very mysterious," I said as he turned down a dirt road."Patience," he replied, but I could hear the excitement in his voice.Finally, we crested a small hill and came to a stop. That was when I saw it: a massive hot air balloon sitting in the middle of a wide field. A crew was bustling around it, preparing for flight."Alex," I breathed, my heart suddenly racing. "You didn't.""You wanted to go on a hot air balloon ride with me," he said, parking the car. "Years ago, you kept talking about it. I didn’t get to fulfill your wish then." He turned to face me. "I want to do it now."As we approached the basket, I felt giddy like it was my first time, even though it wasn't.One moment we were on solid ground, the next we were risin
ONE WEEK LATERI used to think the twins were all I needed to be happy. For five years in Spain, I'd convinced myself that being their mother was enough to fill every corner of my heart. But even then, there had been a void I'd worked hard to pretend didn't exist.Now that void was filled, and I understood what I'd been missing all along. It wasn't just Alex himself, but the way he completed our family.The way Liam's face lit up when his father walked through the door. How Liana would save her silliest jokes just for him.Over the last seven days, we'd fallen into an easy routine.But the last four days had been... different.It started with Liam suggesting "daddy time," which included just the twins and Alex. No Mum invited.I didn't think much of it at first. They'd missed out on so much time together, and I'd had five years alone with them. It seemed only fair.But then I started noticing other things.The three of them would whisper among themselves and stop abruptly whenever I w
Being back in my parents' house for the first time since discovering the truth about Celia felt strange. As we walked through the front door, I felt a pang, but I quickly pushed it away.This house held too many beautiful memories to let Celia's actions poison them.The twins went with their grandparents to the living room because Dad was telling an anecdote about one of his adventures with Alex's father, Kris, during their youthful days. The twins seemed utterly riveted."Alex," I said quietly while the kids were occupied, touching his arm. "Come upstairs with me. I want to show you something."Alex raised a curious brow but didn't say anything and followed me upstairs. I led him to my bedroom."What is it?" he finally asked."Wait here," I said before walking into my closet.I knelt down and opened the bottom drawer, my fingers finding the hidden compartment I hadn't touched in years. Inside was the bracelet.The golden bracelet with the word 'PRINCESS' engraved in diamonds. The sam
EMMA"Are you sure about this?" Alex asked as we pulled into the police station parking lot.I nodded, though my stomach was churning. "I need to see her.""You don't owe her anything, Emma.""I know. But I owe myself this closure."Once we entered the station, an officer met us as Alex had planned. He led us as we walked through the corridors.I saw a man in handcuffs struggling against two officers, cursing and spitting as they tried to restrain him."Right through here," the officer said as if it was the most normal thing around here, stopping at a heavy door with a small window.When he opened the door, I stood in the doorway and felt sick to my stomach.Celia was sitting at a metal table, her wrists cuffed to a bar running across its surface. One of her legs was also cuffed to the chair.She was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, which were wrinkled and stained with dirt from her struggle with Alex on the ground. Her hair hung in tangles around her face, unlike how im
We had just finished breakfast when I heard cars pulling up outside. A minute later, the door opened to reveal Tessa, her husband, Emma's parents and siblings."Abuelo! Abuela!" Liam and Liana exclaimed as they rushed towards their grandparents while Emma looked surprised at their presence."What are you doing here?" Emma asked as we met them halfway."Tessa called us yesterday after you went to meet Celia," her mother said, pulling Emma into a tight hug. "We got on the next flight.""I'm so sorry we weren't here," her father added, his voice thick with emotion. "We should have been here for you. Why didn't you tell us?""I didn't want to ruin your vacation," Emma said. "Dad, you needed that time before—""No amount of relaxation is worth more than being here for my daughter and grandchildren," her mother interrupted.Max and Miles flanked Emma, both looking guilty and protective at the same time."We still can't wrap our heads around it," Miles said. "Celia? Really?"I could see Emma
I woke to the sound of muffled sobbing. In the dim morning light, I could see Liam sitting up in bed, his small shoulders shaking. His hair was damp with sweat, and he was clutching the blanket like a lifeline."Hey, buddy," I said softly, careful not to startle him. "What's going on?""I... I had a bad dream," he whispered between hiccups. "Aunt Celia came back. She took us away again, and she shot you, daddy."Emma was awake now too, reaching across to stroke Liam's hair. "It was just a dream, sweetheart. Aunt Celia can't hurt anyone anymore.""But what if she does?" Liana's small voice piped up. She'd been quiet, but I realized she was wide awake too, probably had been for a while. "What if she comes back for us?""She can't come back," I said firmly, pulling both children closer. "She's in jail, and she's going to stay there for a very long time. I promise you, that will never happen again.""Really?" Liam asked."Really. Daddy and Mummy are here, and we're never going to let anyo