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NEVER TO BE ALLOWED OUT AGAIN

Author: Tammy Lora
last update publish date: 2026-06-01 05:16:49

The city looked different before sunrise.

Maybe it was because I had never really been awake to see it at this hour, or maybe it was because exhaustion had started blurring the edges of everything. Either way, the streets outside the tinted windows felt strangely distant, as though I were watching someone else's life move past instead of my own.

Streetlights cast long golden reflections across empty roads. A few early commuters hurried along sidewalks with coffee cups in hand, completely unawar
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  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    ALONE AGAIN

    Nadia's POVI woke up annoyed. Not because of the hospital, not because of my arm, not because of the fact that I was living in yet another unfamiliar house. No. I was annoyed because of a stupid head pat — a stupid, ridiculous, completely unnecessary head pat.I pulled the blanket over my face immediately, as if that would somehow erase the memory. It didn't, unfortunately, because the moment I closed my eyes I remembered exactly how close he'd been standing, the way he'd looked down at me, the almost-smile, and then — *happy to be home now?*I groaned into the pillow.I threw the blanket off and sat up. Not thinking about him today. Not happening. I got dressed, brushed my hair, ignored every thought that had his name attached to it, and headed downstairs.Breakfast was already prepared, the dining room quiet and warm, sunlight streaming through the large windows. One of the maids greeted me politely, I smiled, sat down, and immediately started eating. Peace. Finally — no Kane, no L

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    TOO CLOSE

    The file remained on the desk between them, untouched. Kane looked at it once, then away, and his father took another slow sip of tea, waiting, patient, like he already knew what the answer would be.Kane leaned back slightly. "I won't be available."His father looked at him, then said calmly, "No." A pause. "No objections." Another sip. "I wasn't asking, I was informing you."The room stayed quiet. His father placed the cup down and stood slowly. "The details are inside the file, you'll read them, you'll think about them," his eyes staying steady, "and you'll make the correct decision."Kane remained seated. His father adjusted his jacket and headed toward the door, then stopped halfway without turning. "You've been distracted lately," he said, and I don't tolerate distractions." Then the door opened and closed behind him, and the office went quiet.For several seconds Kane didn't move. Then he reached forward, closed the file, and stood.The drive back felt longer than usual — dar

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    AN ASSESSMENT

    Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    AN ASSESSMENT

    Kane's POVThe hospital doors opened automatically and cold air met him immediately. Kane adjusted his sleeve once and kept walking — no rush, no delay — and the black SUV was already waiting outside with the driver standing beside it and the engine running. Lev stood near the car, looked at Kane once, and opened the back door. Kane got in, the door closed, and the car pulled away.Nobody spoke. Several minutes passed before Lev looked up from his phone. "Your father called."Kane looked outside. No reaction."He wants to see you."Silence."When," Kane said, still looking forward."Now," Lev answered immediately.Of course. Kane looked outside again and said nothing, and Lev returned to his phone, and the drive continued.Forty minutes later the gates opened onto a large property — old money, security, distance — and the car stopped. Kane stepped out and nobody greeted him, nobody needed to. Inside it was the same house, same silence, same atmosphere that had never changed in thirty

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    ANOTHER LOCATION

    Nadia's POVI didn't move for several minutes after he left, still not fully believing any of it — not the warehouse, not the video, not even the fact that Mara was safe. For some reason the thing my mind kept returning to was his face, not while he shot, not after, but before, that calm expression like he'd already decided, like my fear wasn't part of the equation at all. I looked away from nothing in particular. Wonderful.I stood slowly and this time nobody stopped me, though my arm protested immediately and I ignored it and walked to the window. Outside there were trees and private buildings, too clean and too expensive, and I stared for a second before looking away. Still a hospital. Still.A knock came and the nurse entered smiling politely, then stopped halfway when she saw I wasn't in bed. Her eyes moved to my arm, then to me. "You're standing."I nodded.She looked relieved, which was interesting, and walked in carrying folded clothes — my clothes — placing them carefully nea

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    HOSPITAL DRAMA

    The room stayed quiet. I looked at the phone, then at him, then back at the screen. Mara, walking and alive, and that was enough. I handed the phone back and Kane took it and neither of us spoke. For several seconds I just looked at my arm — bandaged, clean, like nothing had happened at all."...she's okay?" I asked quietly."Yes."I nodded once, small, then looked away. I'd expected relief to arrive and take over everything, the way it did in movies, that rush of warmth that made the hard thing feel worth it. Instead all I could think about was the warehouse. The chair. His voice saying *turn your head* in that same calm tone he used for everything, like none of it was extraordinary.My fingers tightened slightly against the blanket and I looked at my arm again. "...how long?""Two days."Two days. I nodded slowly and looked around the room — hospital, machine, window, door — and then back at him, and something settled in my chest that wasn't grief and wasn't relief and wasn't quite

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    FINAL

    Final Nadia's POV I didn't hear everything. But I heard enough. I set the last of my supplies down slowly and watched him end the call and turn toward me with that look — the one that had shifted somewhere between the beginning of the call and the end of it. Like I had changed categories withou

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    THERE'S A PROBLEM

    Nadia's POV --- He was not a good patient. Not in the dramatic, thrashing way — Kane didn't move an inch he hadn't calculated first. But there was a stillness to him that wasn't cooperation. It was tolerance. Like he was enduring me rather than accepting help, which was a distinction I felt ever

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    MAN

    Nadia's POV --- Getting him off the ground was its own ordeal. He was heavy in the way that had nothing to do with dead weight — all of it was solid, deliberate, like even his body resisted being helped. He made it to his feet on the second attempt, one hand braced against the car, the other han

  • THE COST OF SAVING HIM    A STRANGER

    Nadia's POV --- "Yuck!" I muttered it under my breath, kicking a pebble off the narrow path as I walked. The shortcut through Delvin Road smelled like wet concrete and bad decisions — which was exactly why I never used it. Except tonight my brain decided to betray me. *Take the short route, Na

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