LOGINThe house feels different now.It's not just a house anymore. It's not just a building with walls and windows and a roof. It's home. It's ours. It's where we built our family. It's where we found each other again. It's where we learned to love again.But the walls feel closer today. The air is heavier. Sanders' words are still echoing in my head like a warning siren. Like a threat. Like a promise of more pain to come.I'm in the kitchen. Making coffee. Trying to pretend everything is normal. Trying to pretend I'm not terrified. Trying to pretend my hands aren't shaking.Ethan walks in. His eyes are still hollow. But there's something else there too. Determination. Fire. The will to fight. The will to survive."Good morning.""Morning.""How did you sleep? Did you get any rest at all?""Didn't. Couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. I saw Sanders' face. I heard his voice.""Me neither. I just lay there staring at the ceiling. Counting the minutes until morning."He pour
The morning after the call, Ethan is different.He's quiet. Distant. His eyes are hollow. Empty. Like someone turned off the lights inside him. Like someone pulled the plug on his soul. He doesn't joke. He doesn't smile. He doesn't do anything. He just stares.I find him in his office. Staring at the wall. His coffee is cold. His hands are still. He hasn't moved in hours."Ethan?"He doesn't answer. Doesn't acknowledge me."Ethan, talk to me. Please. Say something."He turns. His face is blank. Unreadable. Like a mask."I've been thinking," he says."About what? What's going on in your head? What are you thinking about?""About Sanders. About what he said. About what he might know. About what I might have known. About what I might have done.""He doesn't know anything. He's lying. He's trying to manipulate you. He's trying to get in your head.""Are you sure? Are you really sure? Are you absolutely certain? Are you willing to bet everything on that?"I freeze. "What do you mean? What
I wake up to the sound of my name."Ava."Soft. Desperate. Almost a whisper. Like a prayer. Like a plea. Like he's begging the universe not to take me away.I open my eyes. Ethan is beside me. Still asleep. His face is twisted. His brow is furrowed. His hands are clenched into fists. His whole body is tense."Ava. Don't go. Please. Don't leave me. I can't do this without you. I can't breathe without you. I can't exist without you."He's dreaming about me. Dreaming about losing me. Dreaming about the three years we lost. The three years I was gone. The three years he spent drowning."Ethan." I touch his face. My fingers trace his jaw. His stubble is rough. "Ethan, wake up. I'm here. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."His eyes snap open. He's breathing hard. His chest is heaving. His hand finds my wrist."Are you okay? Are you okay?"He blinks. Looks at me. His hand finds mine. His grip is tight. Almost too tight."Did I wake you? Did I say something?""Yes. You were calling my na
The house is too quiet.Noah is asleep in his room. His dinosaur nightlight glows softly in the corner, casting shadows of stegosauruses and T-Rexes on the walls. His stuffed T-Rex is tucked under his arm like a lifeline. His little chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He's safe. He's home. He's where he belongs. He's finally where he was always meant to be.I'm in the kitchen. Can't sleep. Can't stop thinking. Can't quiet my mind. My coffee is cold. I've been staring at the same spot on the wall for twenty minutes.Ethan walks in. He's in sweatpants. No shirt. His hair is messy. He looks like he's been tossing and turning too. His eyes are tired."Can't sleep?""Can't stop thinking.""Same. I've been lying there for hours. Just staring at the ceiling."He pours two glasses of water. Hands me one. His fingers brush mine. Electric."About what?" he asks."About Sanders. About the leak. About everything. About how we're going to protect Noah from all of this. About how we're going
The honeymoon is over.Literally.We're back in Seattle. Back in his house. Back in reality. The lake is gray. The sky is gray. The world feels heavier. Like it's pressing down on us.Noah is at school. His first day of kindergarten. He was so excited this morning. He couldn't stop bouncing. He didn't even look back when I dropped him off. He just ran through the doors, his backpack bouncing, his dinosaur lunchbox swinging. My heart broke and healed at the same time.Ethan is in his office. On the phone. His voice is tight. Controlled. Angry."I don't care what they want. I'm not doing it."A pause."No. I said no. That's final."Another pause. Longer this time."Tell them if they want a comment, they can call my lawyer. And then they can call my other lawyer. And then they can call my publicist. And then they can call my assistant. And then they can call my assistant's assistant. I'm done talking."He hangs up. Hard. The phone rattles on the desk.I walk in. "Everything okay?""Fine.
The castle garden is alive with flowers.Roses. Lavender. Something white that smells like heaven. The morning sun filters through the ancient trees. The fountain bubbles softly in the center. Everything is perfect. Everything is beautiful. Everything is exactly as it should be. Like the universe finally decided to stop testing us.Noah stands in front of me. His little suit is too big. The sleeves cover his hands completely. The pants puddle around his ankles in a pool of fabric. He looks like a tiny businessman who lost a fight with a tailor. But his face is so serious. So proud. So full of importance."Mommy, I'm getting married.""No, buddy. I'm getting married. You're the ring bearer. You're helping me get married.""I'm getting married too. To my dinosaur." He holds up his T-Rex. "His name is Rex. He's my best friend. We're getting married. He said yes.""Rex is very lucky. He's the luckiest dinosaur in the whole world.""I know. I'm going to kiss him.""You're going to kiss Rex
His mouth is on my neck.Teeth. Tongue. Three years of hunger."I've dreamed about this," he says against my skin."How many times?""Every night.""Liar.""Count the nightmares, Thompson. That's how many."His hands slide under my dress. Find bare skin. No underwear. Just like Mason said."You pla
Red.I stare at the dress hanging from my hotel closet.It's the same one from three years ago. The one he bought me. The one he tore off with his teeth."I can't wear this."My reflection doesn't answer.She just looks scared.I pull out my phone. Text Mason."This is insane.""Probably," he write
The prison visitation room smells like disinfectant and despair.Gray walls. Gray floor. Gray light filtering through barred windows. The kind of light that makes everything look washed out. Dead. Ethan stands at the glass partition, hands in his pockets, face unreadable. His jaw is tight. His shou
Three years. Two months. Fourteen days.That's how long I've been gone.The Seattle Blizzards' press room smells exactly the same. Ice. Sweat. Expensive cologne trying to cover both. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead like angry bees. Reporters crowd the wooden benches, laptops open, fingers read







