Chapter 8

I stand there in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the drawing like it had physically ripped out my heart. Jayden's handwriting stares back at me from the crumpled paper, childish yet too powerful for its own good.

'My real mommy.'

Is that what Luna Samira has been telling him? That she's his real mother?

My fingers tighten around the paper, my chest rising and falling with tension. I didn't want to cry this time, just silence. Fighting the urge to rip the paper, I fold it neatly and place it in my pocket. In the bathroom, the water runs and I know Jonathan is showering. I walk to the living room quietly, and wait.

My eyes wander to the drawer in the corner, the burning in my chest intensifying. Jonathan steps out minutes later, his body damp and a towel draped around his waist. All I could think about was how Luna Samira had seen him like this multiple times, had him all to herself while I worked, worked, and worked.

And here I thought he was actually tired on the nights when I w