MasukBETTYThe private airport is quieter than I expected.No crowded terminals. No screaming children dragging suitcases behind exhausted parents. No long lines or rushed announcements echoing through giant halls.Just polished floors, expensive cars parked beneath dim golden lights, and a silence so clean it almost makes everything happening feel unreal.My taxi rolls to a slow stop near the entrance, and for a moment, I simply sit there with both hands wrapped tightly around my bag while the engine hums.My chest feels tight. A memory from the last time I stood inside an airport comes rushing in. Rhys, beside me excited about our trip to Mexico.This was before Nathaniel texted me that Grace had been hurt. And everything after that became chaos.And now here I am again. Back at the airport, except this time, Rhys isn’t here. Because he is missing.The realization settles heavily inside my chest as I stare through the back window toward the private jet waiting several feet away.Its slee
NATHANIELI can already tell the thoughts that are sitting inside her head right now.Who is she? Why didn’t he mention her? Why does he look comfortable sitting there? Is she the reason he has disappeared?She doesn’t scroll any further. She simply lowers the phone slowly before tossing it onto the armchair behind me like suddenly touching it has become unbearable.And without a single word, she turns around and walks back to the couch she was sitting on earlier and grabs her phone.Then, she begins walking towards the door, and without thinking, my hand grabs her wrist just as she is about to pass me, and I pull her gently but firmly enough to stop her.“Betty, wait…”She spins halfway toward me, startled by the contact, and yanks her hand away like I am contagious, making her stumble backward slightly.“That photo doesn’t mean anything.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and the second they do, confusion hits me hard because what the fuck?Am I seriously standing her
NATHANIELMy phone vibrates against my palm, and the sound cuts through the quiet living room instantly.It’s a text from my FBI contact. “Found something on Rhys. I need you to wire the payment first.”A dry scoff escapes me. Of course, he wants the money up front. But honestly, I cannot even blame him.These days, everyone moves like they are one bad decision away from betrayal. Trust has become something people sell in pieces, and after everything that happened with Amanda, I am not exactly in a position to judge.The memory tries to surface, but I shove it away immediately before it poisons this moment, too.I navigate toward my banking app and quickly transfer the agreed-upon fifteen thousand dollars without hesitation.The second the confirmation clears, another notification pops up.A folder with photos. And alongside it, a short message. “Here is everything I could pull from the last twenty-four hours on short notice.”My chest tightens. Because across the room, Betty still ha
BETTYI am pretty sure this is the longest Nathaniel and I have ever been in the same room without yelling at each other, throwing accusations back and forth, or looking at one another like we would rather be anywhere else on earth.And that’s why this has been nothing but uncomfortable.The living room is quiet except for the occasional tick of the giant clock mounted near the hallway and the soft crackling of the fireplace across the room.I am seated near the window, curled into the edge of the couch, while Nathaniel occupies the armchair closest to the door, as if both of us unconsciously chose positions that would make escape easier if this became too much.Harriette left almost an hour ago, claiming she needed her beauty rest before she “aged ten years from stress,” before pointing her cane at both of us dramatically and ordering us to wake her up the second we heard anything about Rhys.I cross one leg over the other before uncrossing it again moments later, my heel tapping ligh
NATHANIELFor several long minutes, I simply stand there motionless while the vest clings heavily against my body and droplets run down my face in steady streams.It feels strange. Like waking up after being unconscious for too long, before my hands eventually move.The soaked vest lands on the floor first. Then the sweatpants.Steam thickens around me while I drag both hands through my wet hair and force myself to keep moving.I step out several minutes later, stop in front of the mirror, and my hand reaches for the shaving cream automatically.The foam spreads across my face slowly before I grab the razor.The first swipe feels almost foreign against my skin, but gradually my hands begin to move faster and steadier, until hair starts to disappear into the sink, my actual face beginning to return beneath all the damage.“There you are,” I mutter. Still exhausted. Still hollowed out.But at least now I resemble Nathaniel Blackwell again, rather than some conspiracy theorist living ben
NATHANIELThey have been sitting out there for almost 2.5 hours now. And I know because I have not stopped watching them once.From the balcony outside my room, the garden stretches beneath me in soft evening light, the roses swaying gently every time the wind brushes through them, while the fountain somewhere in the distance pours water in quiet little streams against stone.Right in the middle of all that calm sit Betty and Harriette with enough tension wrapped around them that even from up here, I can feel it.Harriette keeps adjusting the spoon beside her teacup without actually drinking anything.Betty keeps checking her phone every few minutes before placing it back down again, only to grab it again moments later, like somehow the screen might suddenly change if she stares at it hard enough.My fingers tighten unconsciously around the whiskey bottle hanging loosely from my hand.I have only taken one sip since I retrieved it from the cellar after they left me standing there alon
BETTYMy fingers wrap around the coffee cup, trying to siphon warmth from it, but the chill still clings to my skin.The cold this morning feels sharper, like the world itself is bracing for something.I am sitting by the window of a small coffee shop downtown, the scent of roasted beans and vanill
BETTYThe moment I step out of the Virnkirk mansion, the cold wind cuts across my face, sharp enough to sting.My chest rises and falls too fast, my pulse pounding in my ears, the words I had just thrown at Nathaniel echoing so loudly I can barely breathe.“Fuck,” I slap my forehead gently. “What h
BETTYI can’t bring myself to go back home yet, probably because I’m still riding the strange high from the meeting I just had with Amanda.There is something else I need to do first, something I’ve been avoiding for far too long, and because for the first time in a long while I feel like I’m done
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