Vanessa hadn’t touched her tea.It sat between her hands still steaming, still whole while the world outside her window cracked and splintered. The faint hum of the dishwasher was the only sound in the room. Sarah stood near the counter, arms folded, eyes sharp.“You’re just going to keep hiding?” she asked.Vanessa flinched, not from the words, but from the weight behind them.“I’m not hiding,” she said quietly.Sarah’s tone hardened. “You haven’t posted. Haven’t spoken. Haven’t even looked at Dad and Ethan since the fallout started. Do you know what people are saying about them? About us?”Vanessa sighed. “I know exactly what they’re saying.”“So what? You're just going to be... neutral? After everything?”The question lingered, sharp as glass.Vanessa stood up, walked toward the sliding glass door, and looked out at the garden shed built over twenty years of roses, neatly trimmed hedges, and a small stone bench.“I spent half my life being polite,” she said. “Doing what was expec
The morning after the interview felt quieter than it should have.Not peaceful just... heavy. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.Ethan sat at the kitchen table, staring into a half-full mug of coffee gone cold. His phone buzzed nonstop beside him notifications stacking, likes, angry comments, reposts, threats disguised as “opinions.” He didn’t touch it.Nathan stood near the window, arms crossed, jaw clenched. He hadn’t shaved. His shirt was wrinkled. He hadn’t spoken since coming down the stairs.Outside, the sun tried its best to shine through the pale clouds, but even light looked uncertain this morning.Then came the sound thud... thud... THUD.Three sharp knocks against the front door.Ethan flinched. Nathan turned. Silence followed.Neither moved.Then Sarah’s voice rang out from the hallway. “I got it.”“Wait ” Ethan called, standing up too fast.But it was too late. Sarah opened the front door and froze.On their pristine white mailbox, someone had spray-pa
Chapter 20 – The Cost of Being SeenThe air was heavier now.Not with silence but with noise. The kind that came from headlines, opinions, and voices too loud to ignore.Ethan scrolled through his phone, each notification like a pinprick. The video of their interview had gone viral overnight. Clips had been spliced, twisted, re-shared with captions that ranged from “forbidden love” to “predator and victim.” People weren’t seeing their story, they were seeing a scandal they could sink their teeth into.Across the room, Nathan sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on knees, watching the screen as news anchors debated their existence. Again.“Is this grooming or just a love that defied convention?” one anchor asked. “Should society accept this kind of relationship when family boundaries are involved?”Ethan turned off the screen.“I can’t keep listening,” he muttered.Nathan glanced over. “They’re not trying to understand. Just trying to make us palatable in bite-sized outrage.”The doorb
The world didn’t wait.By morning, the story was everywhere.Nathan Hale. Ethan Rivera. Stepfather. Stepson. Lovers.The headlines blurred together, screaming in bold fonts on screens and papers alike. "Scandal in Suburbia." "Family Ties or Forbidden Affair?" "He Raised Him Then Loved Him."Ethan stood by the window of their new home, trembling fingers clutching his phone as notification after notification poured in. Texts. Missed calls. Social media mentions. News alerts. Even anonymous threats.Nathan stood behind him, arms crossed, face grim.“They’re tearing us apart already,” Ethan whispered.“I know.” Nathan stepped closer, gently lowering Ethan’s phone and wrapping his arms around him. “But we knew this would come.”Ethan leaned into him, closing his eyes. “It still hurts.”Outside, reporters began gathering beyond the gate, their cameras like vultures waiting for flesh. Nathan’s lawyer had already called. So had his former employer. Everything was moving fast—faster than they
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but it didn’t touch the heaviness in the room.Ethan lay still beside Nathan, his head resting on the man’s bare chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Each thump was proof: Nathan was really there. He hadn’t vanished in the night again. He hadn’t left him behind.But the silence that wrapped around them wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy with all the things they hadn’t said.“You didn’t tell me where you went,” Ethan finally murmured.Nathan’s hand traced a lazy pattern down Ethan’s back. “I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to disappear before I made everything worse.”Ethan lifted his head. “You made it worse by leaving.”“I know.”A long pause stretched between them. Then Nathan sighed.“I went to a friend’s place in the countryside. Off the grid. No calls. No press. I needed to clear my head… figure out if I was being selfish by staying.”“And?” Ethan asked, voice trembling.“I realized I’d alre
The silence in the house was suffocating.Ethan had barely moved from the living room floor. His arms were curled around himself, his forehead resting against his knees. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, maybe. Time had lost all shape. All he could feel was the empty space Nathan used to fill.The letter lay on the coffee table, its edges crumpled from where he’d gripped it too tightly. Nathan’s words had gutted him."I love you. But I have to go.""I don’t know what the world will do with our truth, Ethan. I’m afraid it’s already started destroying us. I promise I will come back. When I can protect you, not endanger you."But Ethan didn’t need protection. He needed Nathan.A knock at the door startled him.He staggered to his feet, heart hammering. For a moment, he imagined it was Nathan. That he’d come back already, changed his mind. That he hadn’t actually left him behind in the wreckage.But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Nathan.It was Michael.“Shit,” Michael said wh