LOGIN(Serena's POV)The kettle clicked off, signaling the water was ready.I took hold of it and poured some water into my mug. The flat was quiet. Emma had left with Julian an hour ago for their weekend together. She'd been talking nonstop about going to the zoo. Julian had promised her they'd see the penguins. And I was happy I got to taste and savor my tea instead of hurriedly gulping it down between Emma's breakfast and getting her ready for school.I took my tea to the living room and set it on the coffee table.Two full days alone. Forty-eight hours of silence and space and nothing to do except what I wanted.Four years ago this would have sent me into a panic. The empty flat. The silence. No one needing me. I would have filled the time with noise. TV on in the background. Music playing. Anything to avoid sitting alone with myself.Now I just sat down on the couch with my tea.My laptop was on the cushion next to me. I opened it and pulled up my email.The message was still there.
(Julian's POV)"It's been four months since your last appointment."Dr. Morrison was looking at her notes, and I was sitting in my usual spot."I know," I said."Any particular reason?""Things have been good. Stable. I didn't feel like I needed to come in as often.""That's actually a positive sign. But I'm curious what's been happening. Catch me up."I settled back comfortably on the chair. "Emma started Grade one. Real school now. She's doing well. Likes her new teacher and made friends already.""That's wonderful.""The consulting firm is steady. Not growing dramatically but really profitable. I'm not working sixty-hour weeks anymore.""How does that feel?""Good. Strange at first. I kept thinking I should be doing more. But I'm not. And things are fine anyway.""What else?""I moved to a better neighborhood. More parks. Good school district. Emma has her own space."Dr. Morrison wrote something. "That's a significant change.""It needed to happen. The old place was fine but this
(Elena's POV)(...Four months later…)"Stop moving."Lena chided, her hands in my hair again. We were in the bridal suite at the venue Daniel and I had booked. Small place in Kensington. Garden ceremony and dinner reception inside. Just like I wanted.In case you, my darling readers are not aware, it's my wedding day!Today, I tie the nuptial knot with my heartthrob, Daniel Hart."I'm not moving," I defended."Yes, you are.""Because you're taking forever with my hair.""I'm taking my time. There's a difference."Charlotte was on the floor playing with the hem of my dress. She'd been following me around all morning. Toddling after me wherever I went. Almost a year old now and walking like she'd been doing it forever."Charlotte, don't pull that," Lena said without looking down.Charlotte let go immediately and went back to playing with her stuffed rabbit instead."How much longer?" I asked."Five more minutes. Maybe ten.""Lena.""Do you want to look good or do you want me to rush?""
(Adrian's POV)It happened gradually over two weeks in the eighth month.Not all at once like I'd hoped. Not a sudden switch flipping where Lena woke up one morning and us suddenly her old self. Instead it came back in bits.First was the long-term memories. The wedding stayed. BioGen stayed. Our early relationship stayed. Things from before the pregnancy that had been blurry started sharpening.Then the pregnancy itself. She remembered being sick. Remembered the appointments. Remembered working until she started working from home.Then the birth. That took one longer. It came back in pieces over several days. The labor. The delivery room. The first cry. My hand in hers.Dr. Rahman said this was normal. Memory restoration following the natural timeline. Working backward from most recent to oldest.But the baby, that was the last thing to fully return.Week one of month eight Lena could hold her without panicking. Could feed her. Could change her diaper. But it still felt clumsy. Like
(Elena's POV)The parking lot was empty when I pulled in.I'd left the house four hours ago after telling Adrian I needed to pick up groceries. That was a lie. The fridge was full, but I just needed to be somewhere that wasn't that house for thirty minutes.I turned off the engine and sat still.The steering wheel was cold under my hands, and outside the sky was getting dark. It was November again in London, and rain was probably coming soon.I pressed my palms against my eyes. Then I started crying.I let it all out. The fear, pain,anxiety, stress and tiredness. I wanted all of them out.My phone buzzed, interrupting the moment a few minutes later. The direct contact circle was small, and I knew it would be Daniel or Adrian. I was right, it was the latter.“Baby has been fussing for a while now, and all my efforts to calm her down are proving futile. I think she wants you. When will you be back?”I sniffed and typed back: “In twenty minutes.”Then I kept the phone away and resumed cr
(Adrian's POV)Elena and I had been sitting at the kitchen table for the past hour. Both of us staring at cups of tea that had gone cold. The clock on the microwave read three fourteen in the morning.She'd come downstairs first. I'd heard her moving around and followed ten minutes later when I couldn't fall back asleep anyway."You should try to rest," She said without looking at me."So should you.""I will. After I finish this." She gestured at her tea but made no move to drink it.I picked up my own cup, but set it back down without drinking. "How much longer do you think you can keep doing this?""Doing what?""Living here. Taking care of the baby. Managing BioGen. All of it."She finally looked at me. "As long as it takes.""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer I have."The baby made a small noise through the monitor. We both stopped talking and waited, but the noise didn't come again.Elena pushed her cup away. "Daniel asked me the same thing last week when he was home.
(Evelyn's POV)I watched Adrian walk out of the cafe, the door closing softly behind him. Elena immediately grabbed both documents from where I'd set them down and started reading them more carefully, her eyes scanning every single line with intensity."Holy shit," she muttered after a few minutes
(Evelyn's POV)Julian's car pulled away from the street the moment the police sirens became audible in the distance. One second it was there, and the second the car engine revved and he was gone, swallowed by the London night.The police approached me with Elena following closely behind. I showed
(Evelyn's POV)"Elena…”I was already dialling her number with shaky hands before I'd finished reading Serena's message. "I need you at the lab. Now.""What happened?""Something bad has happened. Serena just tried to hack our system. Get here now."“What the hell—”But I already ended the call and
(Evelyn's POV)One week later, I stood in the newly renovated BioGen Dynamics lab in East London. It was smaller than what Adrian's version would have been, with no expensive windows, or sleek furniture. But it was okay by me, and I was content. The walls still smelled of fresh paint. The floors w







