Mag-log inEMELYA soft cry pulled me from sleep earlier than usual. I blinked slowly, still half-conscious, before reaching for the small body beside me. Chloe stirred restlessly in my arms, her face flushed, her lips pursed as if searching for something.“I’m here… I’m here, sweetheart,” I murmured.With practiced ease, I adjusted her position and began to nurse her. The moment she found what she was looking for, she calmed. Her cries faded into soft, rhythmic suckling.Leaning back against the headboard, I let my body relax. The morning was still too quiet. Sunlight hadn’t fully filled the room yet. All I could hear was Chloe’s breathing and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.For a while, I simply watched her in silence.Her tiny face looked so peaceful. Unaware of anything. Unaware of the chaos that had once swallowed my life whole. Unaware of fear, betrayal, or the wounds I had carried.And maybe… that’s how it should be.My hand moved gently along her back. A flicker of guilt cro
STEVENI rarely lose focus when I’m driving. At least, that’s what I’ve always believed.But this afternoon, for the first time in a long while, my mind isn’t truly on the road. My hands remain steady on the wheel, my eyes fixed ahead, yet my awareness… it’s still back on that park bench.In the moment Emely hugged me without hesitation. In the second her cheeks flushed and she pulled away so quickly. And in that instant when she stumbled into my arms, so close I could feel the warmth of her breath.I let out a quiet breath. The memory is too vivid. Too real.I glance sideways at the passenger seat. Emely sits there, looking out the window. Her hair falls softly along her cheek, brushed by the afternoon light streaming through the glass. She looks calm, much calmer than she was before. And somehow, that makes my chest feel even heavier.Without realizing it, the corner of my lips lifts slightly. Damn it. I didn’t expect my feelings to grow this far. At first, it was simple. I just wan
EMELYThe moment my eyes met Alexander’s, I felt my hand being gently pulled—then quietly clasped by Steven. For a heartbeat, my pulse quickened. Strangely, though, I didn’t pull away. Not even when I saw the wounded look in Alexander’s eyes. If anything, there was a faint, guilty flicker of satisfaction deep in my chest.“Let’s go,” Steven said softly.I gave a small nod. As I turned and walked toward the exit, my steps felt oddly light. As if something heavy had finally slipped off my shoulders… yet at the same time, it left behind a hollow space I didn’t quite know how to fill.The courthouse doors opened behind us, the noise inside fading into the calm of the outside air. A gentle breeze brushed against my face the moment I stepped into the courtyard. I paused, drawing in a slow breath.The air felt different today fresher, lighter. After everything, after all the waiting and enduring… this day had finally come. Alexander had been sentenced. Lorian too.I’d be lying if I said I di
ALEXANDERTime moves strangely in this place. It doesn’t feel fast, but it isn’t truly slow either. Days pass without meaning, one blending into the next. Hearing after hearing unfolds like a forced routine—sit, listen, deny, and return to the same suffocating room.At first, I treated all of this like a game. A flaw in the system that would eventually be corrected. I had money. I had connections. I had ways out. At least, that’s what I believed. But as time dragged on, those things began to crumble, one by one. The evidence kept piling up, too neat, too precise to deny. Recorded voices. Transaction trails. And worst of all, Lorian’s confession, painfully honest. Her name echoes in my head like a sound that refuses to fade. That woman dragged me here. Or maybe we dragged each other. I’m not sure anymore.Today, the courtroom feels different. There are more people than usual. Some faces I don’t recognize, others I’ve seen so often they’ve become dull. But this time, no one is really sp
ALEXANDERCold.The first thing I registered when my consciousness finally returned wasn’t pain—but the cold creeping slowly from my feet into my bones. The metal chair beneath me felt hard, unforgiving. My wrists were bound, slightly numb, slightly sore.I opened my eyes.A harsh white light glared down from directly above, stabbing into my vision. Instinctively, I squinted. It took a few seconds before my sight adjusted to the cramped room around me. One of them leaned back casually, arms crossed over his chest. The other stood straight, watching me as if I weren’t human at all, just an object under observation.I drew a slow breath. My throat felt dry.“You’re finally awake.”I didn’t answer right away. I just looked at them in turn, then shifted my shoulder slightly, trying to ignore the pain radiating from my right leg.Damn it. The gunshot wound hadn’t been properly treated.“Do you know where you are?” the other one asked.I gave a small shake of my head. “If this is a hotel, t
STEVENThe faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as I slowly opened my eyes. The white hospital ceiling came into view, strangely both foreign and familiar at the same time. My body still felt heavy, but not as bad as yesterday.Something had changed.My chest rose and fell slowly. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. It spilled across the side of my bed, creating a calm, almost too calm atmosphere for a situation like this.Without meaning to, my thoughts drifted back to last night.To that moment with Emely. The kiss. My heartbeat stuttered, then picked up again, faster than before. Her face flashed in my mind. The warmth of her touch. The kiss that shouldn’t have happened, and yet it did. My jaw tightened slightly.Strangely, guilt wasn’t the first thing that surfaced. It was something more unsettling. My heart had lost its rhythm for a moment, only to return beating in a way that felt dangerously alive.I exhaled slowly







