LOGINAbigail's POVThe girl doesn't apologize.She doesn't even slow down as she brushes past me, her shoulder knocking into mine with deliberate force.Instead, she lets out a low hiss under her breath, barely sparing me a glance before she disappears into the darkness.I stiffen, my heart pounding.What was that about?I turn, watching her go, my mind racing.There's something off about her-the way she looked, all scattered and disheveled, like she had just gotten out of bed or been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be.But what unsettles me the most is the way she looked at me-like she knew something I didn't.Who was she?A part of me considers that maybe-just maybe-she's the sister Luca was talking about earlier. The one he thought Nathan had taken advantage of.My stomach churns at the thought.Could that really be it?I shake my head and push the thought aside. Right now, I need to get home.I reach the car, where the driver is waiting. He looks at me expectantly. "Everything alright
Abigail's POVNathan's phone rings again.The sharp sound slices through the tense silence in the car, making me flinch. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, watching as his fingers tighten around the phone, his knuckles turning slightly white.He still doesn't pick up.Mom shifts in her seat, her expression soft with concern. "Nathan, what if it's something important?"Nathan exhales sharply through his nose, still staring out of the window like he can tune everything out if he just ignores it long enough. "It's not.""But how do you know?" Mom presses gently, stealing another quick glance at him through the rearview mirror. "What if-""Can you stop acting like my mom?" Nathan snaps suddenly, his voice sharp and irritated.A thick, uncomfortable silence fills the car.Mom's hands grip the wheel a little tighter, but she doesn't say anything back.She just keeps driving, her face carefully blank. But I can tell his words stung.I open my mouth to say something-to tell Natha
Abigail's POV The ride back home in the cab is silent. Mom sits beside me, staring out of the window, her arms are crossed, her jaw tight.No one says anything, but the tension is thick, filling the space between us.I sneak a glance at Mom, waiting for her to say something-maybe to defend Nathan like she sometimes does-but she stays quiet, her lips pressed together in a thin line. I guess even she can't excuse what happened today. Nathan left us. Not just that-he ignored every call, every message.He didn't even care enough to let us know where he was. I shift in my seat, staring down at my lap. I want to be angry, and maybe I am, but mostly, I just feel... disappointed. When we finally pull up to the house, I exhale softly. Home. I should feel relieved, but the second we step inside, that same uneasy feeling follows me. Nathan still isn't back. We set our shopping bags in the corner of the living room. Mom sighs, rubbing her temples, we meet Ricky at home.While Ricky settl
Nathan's POV The second we step into the mall, I know I won't last long. Abigail and her mom disappear into some boutique, all smiles and excitement, like this is the best day of their lives. I don't get it. How does Abigail keep pretending? Acting like she's happy about all of this? And dad throwing money at them like it's nothing, her mom spending it like it's normal? I grit my teeth, stuffing my hands into my pockets.It's pointless to stay. Watching Abigail pick out dresses, letting herself be pampered, pretending none of this bothers me-it's pathetic. I have better things to do. I'm already turning away when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see "Gajeel", flashing on the screen. I frown. He wouldn't be calling unless it was important. "What?" I answer. "Nathan," his voice comes through, tight with urgency. "It's Adrian. He's in the hospital." Every possible thought in my head comes to a stop. "What?" My grip tightens on my phone. "What happened?" "It's
Abigail's POVNathan's phone rings again.The sharp sound slices through the tense silence in the car, making me flinch. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, watching as his fingers tighten around the phone, his knuckles turning slightly white.He still doesn't pick up.Mom shifts in her seat, her expression soft with concern. "Nathan, what if it's something important?"Nathan exhales sharply through his nose, still staring out of the window like he can tune everything out if he just ignores it long enough. "It's not.""But how do you know?" Mom presses gently, stealing another quick glance at him through the rearview mirror. "What if-""Can you stop acting like my mom?" Nathan snaps suddenly, his voice sharp and irritated.A thick, uncomfortable silence fills the car.Mom's hands grip the wheel a little tighter, but she doesn't say anything back.She just keeps driving, her face carefully blank. But I can tell his words stung.I open my mouth to say something-to tell Natha
Aiden's POVI stand frozen in the doorway, staring at them.It's my dad, but he's not alone.Beside him is a boy about my age, maybe a little older, and he's holding my dad's hand.Not in a casual way, either-it's deliberate, close, like something a couple would do.The boy looks like he belongs in a magazine ad. His dark hair is slicked back, but a few strands fall loose over his forehead in a way that seems intentional.His leather jacket is just slightly too big for his frame, giving him a cool, effortless vibe that immediately makes me feel like I'm underdressed just standing here in my hoodie.I know my dad's dating guys now-I've known for a while. But this? This is...something else.I stare at them, my chest tightening with a knot of confusion and embarrassment. My dad's sharp eyes narrow at me."What's wrong with you? Why are you just standing there like that?" he snaps. "Move over."The irritation in his voice jolts me, and I quickly step aside, letting them into the house.Th







