LOGINCINNAMON."You’re pregnant," Mr. Deluca broke the news to me.I almost gagged on my own spit. What?"Three weeks," Khole bounced some more on the bed."You're going to have a baby," Mrs. Patterson clarified as if everything they'd said didn't make sense to me.The room didn’t spin this time. Instead, it fell into a quiet stillness that was more disorienting. Every sound faded away. Khole's face, Mrs. Patterson dabbing her eyes, Mr. Deluca's smile, all of it receded, leaving me alone at the center of a reality that was too overwhelming to fully grasp at once.Pregnant.Three weeks.Me.I put my free hand flat against my stomach, almost instinctively.A baby.Behind the wonder came the chilling realization of everything that it entailed. Dante and I stood on opposite sides of a wreckage we had both created. The divorce papers were merely theoretical since I hadn’t managed to make them real yet. What was our marriage? I didn’t even know how to define it anymore. And now this.How was I s
CINNAMON.Thessa fell asleep somewhere over the Atlantic with her cheek against my arm and her little mouth slightly open. I sat very still so I wouldn't wake her.Outside, there was nothing but dark sky and the distant blink of the wing lights going from red, then nothing, red, then nothing. I stared at them until my eyes ached.I wasn't crying because I was tired of it."When is Mommy coming home?"Thessa had asked it four separate times since we left the hospital."She's on a business trip, darling." I'd kissed her forehead, smoothed her curls, and given a fake smile. "Soon."She'd accepted my lie, going back to her iPad. I watched a cartoon hippo dance across the screen and thought about how uncomplicated it looked.My head was against the seat as I let the engine noise fill up all the space where thoughts tried to form.'Just don't think. You can fall apart later, in a room with a locked door,' I told myself.***Khole was already at arrivals before I had even cleared the gate, O
DANTE.There's a particular kind of foolishness that doesn't make itself known. It doesn’t come with warnings or bright signals; it sneaks in disguised as reason, whispering thoughts that seem logical until you’ve given away everything valuable.By the time you realize what’s happened, you find yourself in a hospital corridor, watching the woman you love see right through you like glass. That was me. That is me.The doctor's lips were moving, but the words reached me in fragments."...found in a drainage ditch off the east end of Harlow Road... estimated she'd been there several days before anyone reported it... acute dehydration and severe malnutrition consistent with prolonged neglect... cocaine metabolites found in her bloodstream at levels indicating chronic use rather than a one-time event... she likely wandered off during an episode — dissociative, possibly bordering on psychosis due to the amount in her system... minor lacerations on both forearms, a hairline fracture on her le
CINNAMON.The whole flight, my knee wouldn't stop bouncing.'Did he miss me? Was he okay?' The questions looped repeatedly, and I placed my forehead against the cold oval window, watching clouds dissolve into nothing beneath me. I told myself the tightness in my chest was just the altitude. I told myself a lot of things.Even if he didn't want me, he should allow me to see Dove. That was the whole reason I came. Not to make up with him. At least not for now.Nothing, not one prayer, not one gut feeling, not one nightmare, prepared me for what was on the other side of that door.Risa was naked, standing next to Dante.I stood in the doorway and the world just... stopped.My bag slipped from my shoulder. I didn't pick it up.I could hear the air conditioner humming somewhere in the suite, absurdly normal against the sight in front of me.For one horrible second, my brain tried to rearrange what I was seeing into something harmless. It didn't workI don't know how long I stood there, eye
DANTE.The phone wouldn't stop ringing. I had silenced it twice already. Reaching for it in the dark without opening my eyes, my hand found it on the nightstand, and I pressed down with my thumb. Silence. But thirty seconds later, the vibrations started again against the wood.I put my pillow over my face.It rang once more. This time, the sound cut through differently: the specific tone I had assigned to Tate that bypassed everything, even Do Not Disturb, because Tate only called at unreasonable hours when something was truly urgent.I answered with my eyes still closed."What.""Are you serious right now?"His voice was tense, showing that he was just moments away from losing control."Tate—""First, Cinnamon calls me asking where Dove is, as if she doesn't know the update of things, and now you're unreachable while nobody is where they should be—"I sat up."Slow down. What happened to Dove—""Your mother is admitted, Dante." His voice cracked slightly as he mentioned her name. "Bl
CINNAMON:I wore black to the cemetery. I didn’t plan to wear black. My hand just reached for it and I didn’t stop it. I had pulled the dress from the back of the wardrobe and slipped it on. I haven’t worn black since my mother died.The flowers were white lilies for my mother and sunflowers for my father because he always said that lilies at a grave felt too mournful, and he had spent enough of his life feeling that way.As I drove through Meadowbrook, I took in every corner. This was my first time out since returning. Yes, I was part of the project that contributed to the success of this place and had received updates through the town's group. But seeing it for myself after almost a year truly warmed my heart. So much has changed, and my mother would be proud. There was development, improved housing, and new companies had established themselves here, obviously creating jobs. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed, wiping them away with the back of my hand. "I did it," I w
CINNAMONHe stood shirtless in the cabin's warm light, and I couldn't stop staring.There was a freaking tattoo of my face, inked slightly left, centered over his heart. Not some generic artistic interpretation, my actual face. The artist had captured the slope of my nose, the curve of my lips, eve
CINNAMONHe'd wrecked me in the most beautiful way possible, then left me empty.I worked my throat gingerly, taking another sip of the warm lemon, ginger, and cinnamon tea he'd prepared before leaving. The steam curled up into my face, soothing the soreness.The note sat on the counter where he'd
DANTEI'd stayed away from her for seven days, hanging onto the thin thread of investigation work to prevent myself from losing my mind completely.The week had been brutal. I'd dissolved the board I'd set up for DreamHaven. Paid back every investor, taking massive financial hits I'd feel for awhil
CINNAMONLadies and gentlemen, I was in freaking Okinawa.Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined my life turning out this way. But here I was, healing, happy and held.We'd stopped in Virginia first, then boarded Dante's private plane for a twenty-hour flight that felt both endless and not long







