Hulio.Night.My eyes drag open, heavy. The room sharpens into view. The same room I’ve been in for days. Displeasure churns low in me. For a moment, I thought I’d ended it, one clean slice of the blade, and silence. But here I am. Alive. Still broken. Still this.My gaze falls on Prudence. She’s curled on the sofa, a blanket half-slipped off her. Something flickers inside me, warmth. She’s still here. Watching over me like some stubborn angel, even at this hour. Even in my darkest moment. The clock reads eleven. But I shove the feeling away. Warmth has no place in me.I reach for my phone, needing distraction. Instead, my arm knocks over a cup. It crashes to the floor, shattering.Her head snaps up. Alarm fills her face.“Hulio… you’re awake,” she stutters, then scrambles up, moving quickly to the mess.“Did you need water?” She asks, her voice rushed, concerned.I shake my head, lean back against the pillow. Guilt pricks me for waking her. She disappears and returns with a broom and
Helia.Three hours later…I stare at my brother, sedated, limp against the sheets. Nurse Idaho had to administer something to calm him down, Alexa told me. Just minutes before she managed to get through to me on the phone and tell me everything.‘What is it, Alexa? Why are you crying?’ I’d asked, when her tone was urgent, broken.‘Helia…Helia…Ashley came here a few minutes after you left for work and… she said some awful things to Hulio… and Hulio got a knife… his throat… he wanted to slit his throat… I got there and pulled it out of his hand…’ she’d gushed, her voice drowning in tears.My entire world had gone still. The rest of her words, distant hum.Ashley? Out of prison? When? How? Why hadn’t I been told?‘How is my brother?’ I’d demanded, my voice steel, already walking out of the office, my heart clawing its way up my throat. Rage fueling my every step.‘He’s fine, Helia. Nurse Idaho sedated him. The situation is under control.’‘Alright. I’m on my way.’I ended the call, stor
Alexa (Prudence)October 10th. A month later…Morning.“Ahh…” Hulio collapses into his wheelchair, defeated. Pain twists his face as he sits there. Panting hard, eyes shut tight, fingers gripping the armrests like they’re the only things keeping him tethered.“Come on, Mr. Ripples. One more walk outside with the walker, and we’re done for the day,” Nurse Stephan urges, voice firm.Behind him, Nurse Eshio holds the walker ready. I’m sitting on the stone bench nearby, his water bottle and towel in my hands, my heart aching for him.This has been his routine for weeks. Morning walks, muscle training, pushing until the pain takes over. Some days, he powers through. Days like this, he looks like he’s ready to give up. Usually I’d step in, offer words of encouragement, get him moving again. Today I just watch.Movement catches my eye. Across the driveway, Helia stands beside his car, dressed for work. Watching me with that unreadable expression I’ve grown used to.This has been us for days
Alexa (Prudence)Wednesday, September 10th. Next day…Morning.“So, Mr. Ripples is advised by the doctor to begin significant physical therapy starting from next week, to help him with his walking, flexibility, and muscles. So please, Nurse Stephan and Nurse Eshio, ensure this is achieved.”Nurse Idaho’s voice hums in the background, but I barely hear her. My mind’s still tangled in yesterday; how I left things with Hulio, how I cut things with Pier. Grandma was proud when I told her what I’d done, but pride hasn’t drowned out the guilt gnawing inside me.‘You did what you had to, My Love. It’s good you nip such relationships in the bud, or they grow toxic and soon you get stuck.’ Grandma’s voice echoes in my head, steady and certain.“Miss Kateri… Miss Kateri?”The sound of my fake name pulls me back. Nurse Idaho’s eyes are on me. I flush with guilt. I didn’t catch a word she said. Shit!“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere,” I say quietly.“It’s fine,” she replies, but her tone shifts. “I
Pier.Later…Night.“Thanks, Jace.” I manage a weak smile as Jace hands me a mug of coffee.“It’s no problem, bro.” He sits opposite me on the terrace, the night cold and still. I’ve got a Mets hoodie pulled tight against the chill.“Want to watch the game in the boys’ room?” He asks, breaking my quiet focus on the star streaked sky.I shake my head, eyes drifting back upward. Silence stretches, comfortable, familiar.“Thanks for putting up with me tonight,” I say finally. “And tell Eve I’m grateful.”“You’re family, Pier.” Jace gives me a warm smile.I couldn’t stay in my New York apartment. Every corner there would flash her face at me. Every turn would take me back to the night I chose family over us.“So… your girlfriend broke up with you because you didn’t believe her about something?” Jace asks casually.I blink, remembering the story I’d fed him to protect Alexa’s secret from her family, because they still don’t know she’s alive. “Yeah. Something like that.” I sip the coffee, b
Alexa (Prudence)My eyes snap to Pier at his declaration. His girl?All the blood drains from my face.Perfect. Another twist to make this disaster of a day complete. And God please don’t let him blow my cover.The maid glances at me with a sad, knowing look before breaking into sobs and fleeing the room. My chest tightens for her. Oh no! This is a disaster. “Hulio, the maid isn’t…”“Miss Kateri… shouldn’t your personal life be left at the door before you step into this room?” His voice is harsher than I’ve heard in days.I bristle, forcing myself to stand. “I’m sorry… I…I…”“This is not a love sanctuary. Find that in France, where you just came from, Pier. Now, if you don’t mind, get out of my sight.”Pier stiffens, turns to me. “I’m waiting outside the door for you.” Then to Hulio. “You know, you don’t deserve her kindness.”“Get out!” Hulio’s roar rattles me to my core. His breathing turns ragged.Confused, heart hammering, I hurry out and shut the door behind me. Pier’s standin