LIANA'S POVThe moment the bell buzzed and I heard the intercom beep on the security system, I already had a bad feeling. Something in the stillness of the moment sent shivers down my spine. I stepped out just as the uniformed messenger stepped out of the car, sealed manila envelope in his gloved hand."Miss Davids?" he asked."Yes."He held it out to me, polite but clearly used to uncomfortable encounters. "Signed delivery. Acceptance, please."I signed in silence, fingers never leaving the weighty envelope. The moment he was out of sight, I turned around to face the house again, knuckles tightened around the rim of the envelope as I flung shut the door. I slammed it on the kitchen counter, heart already pounding before I tore it open.The words on the first page drained all the color out of my face. It suddenly felt heavier, heavier both in weight and in significance.Petition for Full Custody of Minor: Cam Davids.I blinked, as if I'd misread it. As if this was some sort of delusi
DOMINIC'S POVLiana has really evolved. Who would have thought that the woman I once had under my finger could tell me off like that. The most annoying part is that I did. she won. Not only did I know that if I hung around one more second, I'd lose it in front of my daughter but I also wasn't going to let Liana witness me losing my mind like some street lunatic. But damn, I was already lost. There was no use denying it anymore.I crept by the side entrance of the park, the cacophony in my skull louder than the shouts of families whispering of me and what had happened or of branches creaking overhead. A father tossed his boy over his shoulder, a girl laughed in the distance, and it all stabbed my ribs with something I barely recognized.I'd just caught a glimpse of my child. And she didn't even know who I was. She looked straight at me like I was some stranger and not her dad. My hand went to my chest, as I felt a spasm of hurt and sharpness, as I made my way to my car. I got in, clos
LIANA'S POVI didn't even bother setting an alarm. For the first time in months, I didn't feel compelled to wake up well before sunrise to scroll through emails or mentally rehearse strategy notes. When I finally sat up, the sky outside the window was a light gray-blue, sunlight peeking softly past the blinds. My first thought was Cam.I found her on the living room floor, sitting on the carpet, coloring with her sketch pad. Her face lit up at the sight of me. "Mommy! You're home?" she shouted, releasing her crayons.I sat beside her and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm not working today," I whispered against her hair.She relaxed back, eyes wide open. "Really?"I nodded. "Really... It's our day. Just you, grandma, and me. So I would drop you off at school and after that, I have a surprise for you."Her joy scream rang out down the hallway as she dashed off to fetch my mother. The sound triggered something inside me that had long been frozen.I took Cam to school myself afterwards an
LIANA'S POVThe living room was the only bright space in the dark house, and that was because the glow of the laptop lighted it up. I stood beside the couch on the edge with stiff shoulders, the torn section of the guest register sitting on my keyboard like a smoking gun. That page had become stuck in my head, rolling over endless questions without answers. I didn't even need to look at it to see it.I had not touched my dinner, neither had I taken off my work clothes. My heels were half-kicked off, as I paced between the window and the coffee table.The doorbell rang, and I startled. It was quite late for visitors and I really wasn't in the mood for any. I crept hesitantly to the door, cautiously, then looked through the peephole.Standing on the front pouch is black a sweatshirt and slacks was Stanley. I signed softly and opened the door without speaking.He stretched out a little brown bag. "Brought takeout. Considering who I was coming to visit, I figured you hadn't eaten."He was
LIANA'S POVThe office complex was busier than usual considering what the time was as I walked into SMITH HQ.It wasn't like every normal quiet morning, it was busy and everywhere was all over the place. As I walked through the front entrance, I took a deep breath, heels striking the gleaming marble as I moved toward the reception desk.Sofia looked up the moment she saw me with furrowed eyebrows. "He hasn't come back, ma'am." She said, not remembering to greet but I really didn't care."Good," I said. "Where's Edgar?""He is in the monitoring room. He pulled out the files the moment I finished talking to you."I didn't respond, I just nodded and made my way down the long hallway to the restricted security zone. My ID card swept through the magnetic reader with a quiet beep and the steel door cycled open with a mechanical sigh. The monitoring room was dark, lit only by the blue light of several monitors. Edgar was leaning against one, hands on hips, watching frames that ought to have
LIANA'S POVThe Palmetto District gallery loft was cooler than I remembered. High ceilings and blanched cement floors provided an unfinished atmosphere, and the sunlight filtering through tall windows created soft golden stripes across the room. I rested my shoulder against the tall window, arms folded, jacket tight around me as minutes crept toward ten.This room was once used to showcase exhibits and silent auctions. Today, it provided the backdrop for something much more rambunctious.I glanced at my watch. 9:58 a.m.Footsteps came up behind me, light and sure. I did not need to turn around. "You got there first," Serena breathed.I looked over my shoulder, and there she was, unfazed and sharp eyed, in a blue coat with her hair tucked back tightly. She had the look of someone who had nothing to lose and everything to fight for. A woman who'd stopped waiting for someone else to give her closure."Didn't sleep much," I said."Who does anymore?" She flashed me a tired but real smile.