LOGINMATTEOI stared at my phone absentmindedly as it rang.Lucia.I ignored it, my eyes drifting back to the papers on the table before me.I was almost reaching for my shot glass when the device rang again.Still Lucia.I swiped to answer, putting it on speaker and setting it on the desk while I leaned against the edge.“Oh, Matt, I’ve been trying to reach you all weekend.” The worry in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.“I’m here,” I mumbled.“Are you okay? You sound off.”“Why did you call?”“I’ll be making appearances with Sheila all through the week. I just wanted to give you a heads-up.”“Why are you telling me this?” I spoke before I could stop myself.“Because I know it might upset you to see me in the media with your ex—when I clearly know you’re in love with someone else.”I ran my fingers through my hair.“What’s wrong, Matteo?”“Nothing.” My voice came out cold.“Your girl. Is everything okay?”I said nothing, probably regretting every moment I’d let my guard down enough to make i
ISABELLEDr. Helene.I picked up immediately and rose from the couch, moving toward the window without explanation.“Ms. Thompson. I’m sorry I missed your earlier call. Is this a good time?”“Yes, it is,” I answered, feeling Sage’s eyes on me.“How are you holding up?” she asked.“I’m managing.” I kept my voice even. Neutral. “I actually called because I need to schedule an appointment. To discuss my options.”There was a brief pause.“Of course. I can have my assistant arrange that for you first thing Monday morning. We can walk through everything together.”I’d appreciate that.” I exhaled slowly. “I also wanted to mention something else.”“Go ahead.”“The billing arrangement currently attached to my file.” I paused. “I’d like that changed. Going forward, I’ll be covering my own expenses.”“Understood.” Her voice remained warm and professional. “I’ll have that updated before your appointment. You won’t need to worry about it.”“Thank you.” I swallowed. “I feel safe with you, Dr. Hele
ISABELLE“I don’t want it. I’m not sure if I want to get rid of it either.”“Okay,” Sage said slowly.“And I don’t have all the time in the world to make a decision.”“I understand you.” Her hand was on mine once more as she gave it a tight squeeze. “But having the baby means having a lifetime connection with Moretti.”I shook my head. “He doesn’t want a child.” I reminded.This time around, Sage heaved a deep sigh. “How far along are you?”“A couple of weeks. It’s nothing yet.”Sage’s eyes fell on my belly. I had already changed into a baggy tee and free shorts.She leaned close and pushed my shirt up a bit to reveal my still flat belly. Then she ran her warm hand over my skin, focusing on my lower abdomen. “You’re going to be a great mom, you know that, right?”I rolled my eyes. “I can barely take care of myself or protect myself from bullies.”“I couldn’t even remember my shot appointments. How the hell am I meant to keep up with regular baby appointments?”“Besides, didn’t you say
ISABELLE“I came as soon as I could,” Sage spoke as she let herself in. She took off her coat and hung it on the rack by the door along with her crossbody bag and keys.Then she took long strides to where I was seated on the couch.“Bella….” Sage placed a hand on my shoulder.My eyes were heavy as I raised my head to look at her. In as much as I tried my best to clean up and look presentable, it was so evident that I was broken.“Hi.” My voice came out hoarse. I’d hardly said a word since Sheila left. Not eaten anything, not drunk anything.“I’m here now. You can let it all out.” She rubbed my shoulder lightly, both of us facing each other.I let out a deep sigh. Despite the fact that I spent the whole day thinking, I still hadn’t come to a conclusion. I loved to keep to myself, but this was beyond me. I had no idea whether to spill the whole thing to Sage or keep some parts to myself. Regardless, I knew I needed to say something. The burden was too heavy for me to bear.I gestured to
MATTEOI had no idea when I drew the curtains or when I poured the first glass. I just knew that by the time I stopped moving, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the bed frame, a glass in my hand. The only light was a thin line bleeding under the door from the hallway.Abigail.The name came the way it always did when my guard was down. Quietly. Without warning.She’d had my eyes.That was the thing I remembered most. Not the weight of her in my arms or the sound she made or the smell of the hospital room. Though those lived in me too, buried deep, but her eyes. Dark and new and completely unaware of everything that was coming for her. For both of us.I pressed the glass against my mouth.She had lived for eleven days.Eleven days of believing that maybe—maybe—the world was going to give me something good and let me keep it.And then she was gone.I had spent years building walls high enough and thick enough that nothing like that could ever get to me again. I had been ca
ISABELLEI stared, confused, as though I had no idea who she was. “How may I help you?” I tried my hardest to sound confident, even though my soul was far from that. Sheila was here to see me, and it could only be for one reason.“There’s no need to pretend. I believe you know me as well as I know you. And I’m here because we have things to discuss.”I swallowed painfully. As if today wasn’t traumatizing enough, now I had to deal with this. With her.Even though I hadn’t said much, she seemed like someone who wasn’t going to take her leave until she got what she wanted.I unwillingly pushed the door open, letting her in.“You live in this dump?” The words came out in the most natural way after she took a well-rounded look at my apartment, coming to a halt just beside my coffee table. She said them with a tone that made it evident she didn’t mean to mock me—she was simply expecting better.“What do you want to talk about?” I took two steps closer to her, still aware of the reasonable d
My thumb hovered over the image. Aurora’s glowing face, the ultrasound with its tiny, impossible promise. And then the second photo. Them. Their foreheads pressed together in an intimate way that used to belong to Dave and me. He would cuddle me that way when the world felt too heavy for me.I st
ISABELLE.“Are you sure everything is okay with you? How the hell do you know who might be calling my phone, and why shouldn’t I open the door if someone is there?”If he knows everything about my family, he probably knows that I’m here too.“I’m sorry. I just fear that it could be someone I
MATTEO. “She confuses me.”Charles nodded, as though he understood my unconveyed words. “I guess you find it strange because this isn’t what you’re used to.”I glared at the back of Charles’s head.“She’s not clingy; she doesn’t want you.”“I don’t want her either! There are way better a
Strolling down the hallway, I emerged into the main area of the club, where I found a familiar face. Before he could say a word, I grabbed him by the collar. Fear flashed in his eyes, but I ignored it, hearing only his ragged breathing. “Where the fuck is the manager?”“Hu…….hu…..Harry? He’s o







