Mag-log inPOV: SorenI had faced difficult decisions before. I had made choices that cost me relationships, opportunities, and years of my life.But sitting in the genetic counsellor’s office, with a consent form in front of me and a pen between my fingers, I discovered there was a difference between making a decision that affected me and making one that might affect my children.The form was simple enough. My name, my medical history, my signature.The consequences were not.“There’s no obligation to proceed today,” the counsellor reminded me. “Genetic testing is a personal decision. Some people prefer to know what they might be dealing with, while others find that the uncertainty is easier to live with. Neither choice is inherently wrong.”I nodded as though I were considering her words objectively.In truth, I had been considering them for days. I wanted answers, but I was terrified of them.What if I discovered that the same condition that had shaped my mother’s final years could one day th
POV: SorenI had always believed knowing the truth was better than living with questions. By the time we arrived at the genetic counselling appointment, however, I wasn’t entirely sure I still believed that.Roza sat beside me in the waiting room, her fingers intertwined with mine. She had been quieter than usual that morning, occasionally glancing at me as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.I squeezed her hand. “You know we don’t have to figure everything out today, right?”“I know.”“Then why do you look like you’re preparing for a court hearing?”She gave me a small smile. “Because I’m married to a man who thinks making jokes will solve everything.”“It has worked on several occasions.”“Name three.”I pretended to think about it, and she laughed. The sound eased some of the tension in my chest. I wanted to keep her laughing, to make this pregnancy as peaceful as possible. But pretending we weren’t afraid wouldn’t make the uncertainty disappear.When th
POV: RozaThe dizziness disappeared before I could convince myself that something terrible was happening, but the fear it left behind wasn’t nearly as easy to shake.After sitting at my desk for several minutes, I returned to work, determined not to make a small inconvenience bigger than it needed to be. I had a baby to look forward to, a husband who had practically cried himself into happiness when I told him the news, and a daughter who would probably spend the next few months asking when her baby brother or sister was arriving. I had every reason to be happy.Yet, beneath that happiness, something uncomfortable had begun to grow.It was fear.I recognised it immediately, even though I desperately wanted to pretend otherwise. That evening, Soren found me sitting on the edge of our bed, staring at nothing in particular. He had been telling me something about his day, but I had barely heard a word.“Roza?”I looked up. “Hmm?”He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Are you Okay?”“Of course,
POV: RozaEighteen months passed in a way I would never have believed possible. Looking back, I sometimes struggled to understand how so much of our lives had changed in such a relatively short time. There had been no single morning when I woke up and discovered that everything was suddenly perfect. No extraordinary moment when the world announced that we had finally suffered enough and could now live in peace. Instead, life changed quietly, almost cautiously, until one day I looked around and realised that we were no longer spending every waking moment preparing ourselves for the next disaster.We were simply living.At first, I hardly trusted it. I had spent so long anticipating bad news that happiness itself sometimes made me nervous. Whenever the phone rang unexpectedly, my stomach tightened. Whenever someone asked to see me urgently, my mind immediately began searching for the problem I had somehow failed to notice. Even when things were going well, a small part of me remained c
POV: RozaI didn’t answer Charlotte that night.I read her message several times after Nadia and Marcus had left, then placed my phone face down on the desk and tried to concentrate on something else.It didn’t work.There was too much history attached to her name.Charlotte had not been some stranger who had wandered into our lives and caused trouble by accident. She had worked here. She had known how much Harbor House meant to us. She had known the risks, the people involved, and the things we were trying to protect.And she had still made the choice she made.One desperate mistake, perhaps.But a mistake could still destroy everything.I remembered the weeks that followed the leak. The meetings. The fear. The questions from people who suddenly didn’t trust us. I remembered wondering whether Harbor House would survive at all.That wasn’t something I could simply forget because Charlotte was sorry.But neither could I ignore what had happened since.She hadn’t disappeared after apol
POV: NadiaBy the time the excitement wore off, I had started worrying.That was the problem with opportunities. At first, they looked beautiful from a distance. Then you got close enough to see everything they might cost you.The international expansion proposal had been sitting on Roza’s desk for three days, and every time I walked into her office, I found another page covered in notes. Financial projections. Staffing requirements. Regulatory questions. Possible locations. Partnership structures.It was bigger than anything we had ever attempted.And that was exactly why Marcus hated it.“This isn’t Harbor House anymore,” he said during our third meeting about the proposal.Roza looked up from the papers in front of her. “That’s not fair.”“I think it is.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. He wasn’t angry. That almost made his argument harder to dismiss. Marcus cared about Harbor House too much to be careless with it.“They’re talking about taking what we built and







