LOGINSofia Pov“Bye, Samantha!” I waved as her taxi rolled away. She smiled from inside before the car disappeared down the street.It’s been a week since I arrived in Canada, and everything still feels strange. Finding the apartment Mom rented had been a nightmare—Google Maps led me in circles until I finally ran into Samantha, who knew the area well. She helped me get a taxi that day, and this morning she even showed up at my door, asking if I wanted to go to the market with her. I joined her, and somehow ended up buying half the store.After days of eating nothing but fries and junk food, I decided it was time to actually make something decent. I set my bags down in the kitchen, unpacking everything.Having no way to contact Professor Lucien has wrecked me. Mom refuses to check if he’s okay, and I can’t stop worrying. Still, I try to exist—one day at a time. Tomorrow I’ll start school. I’m terrified I won’t fit in, that I’ll fail. Mom says it’ll be easy, but starting over never is.I fi
Lucien's Pov Every moment is the same: darkness. The desire to open my eyes burns inside me, but the ability stays out of reach.The door opens and shuts. I feel them check my pulse, then leave again.I try once more to force my eyes open, but the same crushing pressure drags me back under. I don’t know how long it’s been. Sometimes voices drift through the dark. Michael comes in, ranting about the shareholders… then about Sofia. She used to come often. I don’t know how much time has passed—only that I haven’t heard her voice in a long while.It’s terrifying how someone can become so much a part of you that the thought of them dying sends blood rushing to your head. The fear is so crippling it births a wish: that I should be the one to die instead.The line between white and black blurs into gray—but with Sofia, there is no gray. I’m bad for her. A mistake in the life she should have had.The darkness drowns me. Maybe death would be the simplest answer.I open my eyes. A blurry space
Sofia's Pov I ease the hospital door shut and step inside.Lucien lies still on the bed, eyes shut, unresponsive. Days have passed without the slightest change. Dark stubble shadows his chin, his face far too pale.I lower myself onto the edge of the bed, here only to say goodbye. Mom hasn’t eased up for a second—still adamant about sending me abroad. Today is my last day. My flight is only hours away.I wrap my fingers around his hand.“Professor Lucien… I know you can’t hear me, but I just wanted to say goodbye. When you wake up—and I know you will—I want you happy. Forget me if you can. Not like you were planning to remember me anyway.”A shaky chuckle escapes me.“It’ll be hard over there, but I’ll manage. Goodbye, Professor.”I lean down, press a kiss to his cheek, then step back. Another step. Then another—until I reach the door.“Goodbye.”I shut the door, blinking fast against the tears as I walk out of the hospital. Checking my phone—almost seven. My flight leaves at nine.I
Sofia's Pov “Sofia, you can’t just tell me to drop a case and expect me to do it because you asked!” Mom snaps. This was supposed to be peaceful, but she twists it into an interrogation. “Don’t tell me someone from the Cacien group is manipulating you. Let me—”“Stop, Mom, please! Can’t you see you’re the one blowing this bigger than it should be? I’m old enough to make my own choices. How many times do I have to tell you—he didn’t force me into anything!” I fire back, louder than I meant to.She laughs—like everything I just said is meaningless. “Seriously, Sofia? You expect me to believe you like someone old enough to be your father? When I was your age, nothing like that ever crossed my mind.”“Mom, I’m not you. I’m different.”“Of course you are,” she chuckles bitterly. “I get it—you’re trying to protect your professor. But you can’t, not from the damage he’s done.”“Do you even hear yourself, Mom? He’s lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. He put himself in danger so I
Sofia's Pov“Leave me alone! Just leave me all alone!” Another glass shatters. I’m on the third stair, frozen, listening to Brianna’s screams spilling out of her room. “It’s hard for me too! Why did she have to die? They all abandoned me, didn’t they?”“Brianna, calm down!” Her dad’s voice ricochets off the walls.“I’m trying to be calm! Mom abandoned me — she doesn’t call, she doesn’t visit. Aunt Susan’s dead, my best friend’s dead, and my stepsister treats me like trash. She thinks she’s better than me!”“Sofia doesn’t think she’s better than you… that’s just the way she is,’ Mom says quietly."Of course she does. She hates me and now you want me to go for therapy huh. You think something is wrong with my brain.."Another plates smashes. She’s being too dramatic, but still I creep closer, every step a fight not to turn and leave.All eyes swing toward me as I reach the doorway. ‘Sofia… why are you back?’ Mom asks, shocked.Brianna’s tear-streaked eyes snap to mine, widen. Blood drips
Sofia's PovThe following morning, the hospital approved my discharge. There wasn’t much to pack—Brianna had brought me clothes, and the police had already driven off the reporters. Mia and Keira left I glance back at the hospital before sliding into the car. Professor Lucien is still unconscious.“Your phone got lost yesterday, right?” Mom hands me a new one the moment I sit down. “I got you the latest model.”I take the phone, already working out how to convince her to drop the lawsuit against Professor Lucien’s company. “Thanks, Mom.”She smiles, turns to the driver. “Let’s go home.”On the ride, I rehearse the words. Beg her to retract the lawsuit, and in exchange, I’ll agree to travel abroad like she wants. She should agree. It would get me off her hair.The car honks before pulling in. We climb out. Brianna rushes to open the door—always the mother-pleasing daughter.I force a smile and follow them inside. I wish I didn’t have to come back to Nick’s house, but if this helps con







