EZRA.I stood, yielding smooth and calculated movements, and I am headed towards the window, like a slowly dawning day opening a wicked grin. Now, in contrast to this bath of sunlight with radiant beauty, the sunlight highlights the impression on my face, with my eyes sparkling bright with an almost suggestive twinkle. I let out a deep laugh, the sound of which was extinguished between heavy promises of a shared secret. I barely managed to mutter a faint, "Ahaha." "She is gone, my queen," I murmured, in a dark husky voice, to Ava, who was staring back at me so intensely it could have melted any skin with awareness. The heavy meaning lay thick in the air, but Ava was staring unrestingly at my eyes as she rose from her seat in a graceful, deliberate fashion.Her eyes were ablaze as she came. It was everything I needed; in fact, I felt there was this heat being generated inside her; even the tension was palpable as it brushed past every single air molecule between us. Her lips gently m
ASHLEY POVI moved at an increasing pace through the crowded market stalls. I quickly approached the friendly saleswoman and requested her to serve me more quickly."My newborn is home alone," I told the madam urgently. The seller showed a gentle expression and gave an apologetic nod. She apologized for being late as she accelerated her work to process my sale while addressing me as "mam."My mind raced with thoughts of my newborn and the tasks awaiting me at home while I fidgeted with anticipation as I waited. A seemingly endless wait came to an end when I finished purchasing. After completing my payment to the seller I collected my bags and exited the market feeling a deep sense of relief. Today I will discover Ezra's intentions," I declared to myself while determination showed across my face. The journey back home began when I entered the car, my thoughts consumed by the upcoming confrontation.To prevent alerting anyone inside my house, I did not use my car horn as I drove closer.
ASHLEY POV Ava held Ezra's hand with a firm grip that reflected her need for security while Ezra kept his eyes fixed on me.Unspoken words and unresolved problems created an overwhelming emotional tension throughout the space. The heavy silence between us became a tangible force that felt like it might strangle me. The waves of hurt and anger engulfed me completely without any prospect of rescue. Our eyes remained locked together while I spoke in a barely audible whisper asking him "You're cheating on me, aren't you?" The words we exchanged hovered like both an accusation and challenge between us as I listened intently for Ezra's response.My eyes burned with both anger and pain as I stared at Ezra. You deceived me by hiding that she was your younger sister and now you're having sex with her in the guest room. My mouth spilled words filled with shock and betrayal along with disgust. The words hit me like a physical punch to my stomach that took my breath away.My growing anger cause
NINA."Hey Bryan, your phone is going crazy again," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes and brushing through my damp hair.“Don’t snoop around my phone!” He snapped from the bathroom and I reared back, offended as he rushed out to grab it. “I wasn’t even.” I said with a frown as he thumbed through it then sighed in relief before turning it off. He turned to me apologetically and said, “Sorry.” Brushing my hair back, he asked, “Are you okay? You look down.”I hesitated. "Yeah… just thinking.""You’re too quiet," he said, kissing my shoulder. "Talk to me.""It’s Mom," I said finally. "I’ve been thinking about her."His brows furrowed. "Your mom? It’s been, what, years, right?"I frowned at his tone. "Yeah. But sometimes it hits like it just happened. Audrey was so little, she barely remembers her. I had to step up. For her and for Dad. He nearly lost it when Mom died."Bryan met my eyes in the mirror, wary and awkward. "You never talk about this.""Because it still hurts," I whispere
NINA. Dad stares at me in silence, his expression unreadable. My hands tremble slightly, but I curl them into fists, anchoring myself. Then he sighs, shaking his head, and speaks softly, "My sweet girl," and approaches me, taking my hands gently.I stiffen. "I love him, Dad. I don't care about his economic background or social status, and I…"Dad interrupts, voice firm but gentle. "You don't. But he does care about yours."I stiffen again, pulling my hands free from his grasp. "That is not true! We've spent hours, days, even months talking about these things. He's never shown an interest in my money. He loves me for myself. You have to trust me."Dad shakes his head. "I do trust you, Nina. But I will watch out for you and protect you more. That boy is not what he seems. I get the feeling there are ulterior motives behind him.""That's ridiculous." My voice rises a notch, my heart pounding in annoyance. "You don't even know him. You hardly had a complete sentence with him!""I don't w
NINA. The words hit me, a creeping, slow horror spreading in my stomach. I stared at him, speechless. What was there to say? The look he gave me was so angry and almost hateful. I stepped forward, hands outstretched to do what? Apologize, do something…But he took a step back from me and my heart fell to the ground. I hated disappointing him because I loved him. With a clenched jaw and no other words, he grabbed his coat and left. ——-I didn't speak to Dad for almost two weeks. He called, texted, even sent Mom by once, but I wouldn't speak to him. I wasn't ready. I was still too angry. And maybe… maybe I was scared too. Scared of what he'd say. Scared of what I'd do if I let myself forgive him. Scared that he was right. Meanwhile, my relationship with Bryan had reached rock bottom. He barely even spoke to me anymore, and when he did, it was curt, icy. It was like I was the one who got him fired. Like I was the reason his life fell apart. He no longer came home most nights, and whe
NINA. The drive to the police station was a nightmare, the kind where you're screaming and screaming, but no one can hear. My body was moving independently, my fuzzy flip-flops smacking the pavement as I was led away by the officers. There were onlookers. I heard some of them whispering, their glances flicking from my ridiculous pajama bottoms to my face.I wished I could scream at them. What are you gawking at? Y’all never seen a woman being arrested in nightwear?They escorted me to a cold, clinical interrogation room, the fluorescent lights overhead humming gently. I stared at the table stupidly until a detective, middle-aged, tired-looking, sat across from me."Miss Davies," he started, extending his palms wide on the tabletop.I bestowed upon him a skeptical blink. "I wish to make a telephone call to my attorney."He shook his head and scooted a tacky police station phone over in front of me. I grasped it up in shaky hands and called the number of Lauren Hilton.She answered on
NINA. Was I dead? I didn’t know. I was floating, drifting somewhere in nothingness, weightless, thoughtless. Time didn’t exist here. I didn’t exist here. Not until I saw a light.It flickered at first, a tiny dot on the horizon. Then it grew, shifting, extending, twisting into shapes, hues, memories. I was moving toward it, drawn like a moth to flame, like something inside me knew it.And then I was there.A tangy scent filled the air; paint. The metallic smell of acrylics and oil paints, turpentine and canvas. The air was hot, alive with laughter.I stood in the midst of a bright studio, walls smudged with smears of color, swooping abstract brushstrokes, half-finished pieces everywhere. My dad knelt beside little Audrey, both of them smothered in paint.My breath hitched.Dad.Alive. Well. Young.My heart hurting, I went closer, letting myself take everything in, the glint of joy in his eyes, the way that his smile drew lines on either side of his face, the blue smudge of pain
ASHLEY POV Ava held Ezra's hand with a firm grip that reflected her need for security while Ezra kept his eyes fixed on me.Unspoken words and unresolved problems created an overwhelming emotional tension throughout the space. The heavy silence between us became a tangible force that felt like it might strangle me. The waves of hurt and anger engulfed me completely without any prospect of rescue. Our eyes remained locked together while I spoke in a barely audible whisper asking him "You're cheating on me, aren't you?" The words we exchanged hovered like both an accusation and challenge between us as I listened intently for Ezra's response.My eyes burned with both anger and pain as I stared at Ezra. You deceived me by hiding that she was your younger sister and now you're having sex with her in the guest room. My mouth spilled words filled with shock and betrayal along with disgust. The words hit me like a physical punch to my stomach that took my breath away.My growing anger cause
ASHLEY POVI moved at an increasing pace through the crowded market stalls. I quickly approached the friendly saleswoman and requested her to serve me more quickly."My newborn is home alone," I told the madam urgently. The seller showed a gentle expression and gave an apologetic nod. She apologized for being late as she accelerated her work to process my sale while addressing me as "mam."My mind raced with thoughts of my newborn and the tasks awaiting me at home while I fidgeted with anticipation as I waited. A seemingly endless wait came to an end when I finished purchasing. After completing my payment to the seller I collected my bags and exited the market feeling a deep sense of relief. Today I will discover Ezra's intentions," I declared to myself while determination showed across my face. The journey back home began when I entered the car, my thoughts consumed by the upcoming confrontation.To prevent alerting anyone inside my house, I did not use my car horn as I drove closer.
EZRA.I stood, yielding smooth and calculated movements, and I am headed towards the window, like a slowly dawning day opening a wicked grin. Now, in contrast to this bath of sunlight with radiant beauty, the sunlight highlights the impression on my face, with my eyes sparkling bright with an almost suggestive twinkle. I let out a deep laugh, the sound of which was extinguished between heavy promises of a shared secret. I barely managed to mutter a faint, "Ahaha." "She is gone, my queen," I murmured, in a dark husky voice, to Ava, who was staring back at me so intensely it could have melted any skin with awareness. The heavy meaning lay thick in the air, but Ava was staring unrestingly at my eyes as she rose from her seat in a graceful, deliberate fashion.Her eyes were ablaze as she came. It was everything I needed; in fact, I felt there was this heat being generated inside her; even the tension was palpable as it brushed past every single air molecule between us. Her lips gently m
ASHLEY.Confused as I was, I just stood there watching her-an exceptionally confident and self-possessed woman. With a grace that suggested she had either met him before, or might even know him intimately, but I couldn't quite place her. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement; they seemed to be hiding a secret from me. The feeling of disquiet grew and my memory started raking around to check if any manipulation could be found to explain her familiarity."I'm sorry, dear, who are you, please?" I asked her, trying to introduce some modicum of politeness and formality with which she would find difficult to confront my confused state. But she just smiled, her lips curling up in a subtle, knowing smile. "But I just told you my name, right?" she replied, that voice dripping with a hint of teasing. Any better? My cheeks felt warm from the blood; I must have missed something but I had no idea. "It's just a kind question, dear," I said to ease the mortification that had been creeping betw
NINA."I think it would be a good idea to call her," said Alex. His tone was firm, yet soothing. I nodded in agreement, and Alex's eyes sparked with curiosity. "Okay, that sounds nice," I said with a careful tone. "Do you have her number?" asked Alex, gazing intently into my eyes.After a moment's pause, doubts rushed through my mind. "Yes, I do," I replied evenly. "Why wouldn't my sister's number be stuck in my head?" The last part of my sentence was laced with a little defensive tone. With her gaze so penetrating, Alex narrowed her eyes just a bit. "She is your sister, how...?" He trailed off. A fluttering in my chest began; I was scrambling to come up with an answer that would sound plausible. "Jesus, I ought to be careful," my thoughts raged inside me, a wild curdle of fright and calculation. "Ahahah, I'm just repeating what my friend Nina said," I chattered out, battling to sound cool and collected while trouble was brewing inside me. After a deep breath, I pressed the phone to
NINA."I can't thank you enough, Alex," I said familiarly to him after explaining everything that had happened, my voice lost in gratitude and relief. Alex had been a rock for us, helping us navigate all the challenges thrown at us.“ I cannot say how grateful I was for his support and guidance”. I added. After completing his speech, I turned to my husband, Drew, resting beside me on the couch. "Honey, please, where is Morel?" I would like to see him," Drew said to me, his eyes scanning the room live in search of our little boy."Okay, my love, let me quickly call him," I said and got off the couch and walked up to the hallway. "Morel! Morel!" I hollered loud enough for him to hear. Suddenly, I heard the patter of little feet running towards the living room. "Yes, Mommy!" came his answer, voice full of excitement. Upon entering the room, he found Drew and his lips broke into a huge smile."Daddy!" he yelled , hastening towards Drew for the tightest hug. Drew laughed and lifted him in
ALEX."It was a weird number that called Drew and told him the ransom was thirty thousand dollars," Laurel continued, her voice steady despite the emotions simmering just below the surface. "That's way too much," I said, my brow furrowed with concern, at the recollection of that conversation. The weight of the them demand always hung thickly in the air, the constant reminder that danger was much in the air for Morel."And they gave us this evening as the deadline," she uttered barely above a whisper. The ticking clock seemed to echo in her mind. Every second screamed, Time running out. I can imagine the stress that you went through, I said sympathetically. "The part of uncertainty, or fear, or desperation affected me the most?" Laurel compelled. "That was the reason," she said through sobs. "That was why I fainted when I saw Morel, and in my fainting state, I was obviously surprised. I listened, feeling for her, imagining how it would have been in all the events happening in her l
ALEX.I rushed to Laurel with an anxious heart, seeing her slumped against the floor, body completely limp and utterly dead. "Laurel! Laurel!" I yelled, tears pouring down my cheeks as I knelt close to her head. She lay there pale and clammy with faintness- panic starting to set in now. "Mom! Mommy! Wake up, please!" Morel, with worry lacing his small voice, tugged at my arm for his mother.I shouldered down to Laurel, carrying the body in my arms as I gently lifted her to my chest and carried her to the couch. I had an image of her heartbeat bouncing against my chest like a feather in my arms. I laid her down gingerly, trying not to jolt her, while I used my hand to fan her face. "Morel, get the water," I told him, trying to sound calm yet firm."Yes, sir," he said with utmost seriousness and ran to the kitchen. He came back in no time with the water, and his small hands held a bowl with utmost resolve. "Here sir!" he cried out, holding it inwards as he stared at the face of his mot
NINA.My preparations to see Drew at our son's school were interrupted as I sat before the mirror, thoughts of Morel's disappearance taking over me. "Oh, poor Morel," I cried, images forming in my mind of every possible torture he might be going through, and I felt tears welling. "I can't imagine the torture you are going through, but Daddy and Mommy are coming to your rescue," I said, shaking emotionally. I walked to the wardrobe and, almost mindlessly, brought out a black dress for me to wear as I lost my focus.Buzz, zzz, my phone rang: the babes on the screen. Drew. I picked it up in an instant. "Hello, baby," I told him to try and sound normal. "My love, they're asking for ransom," he said tonelessly, worried and concerned. "Ransom? How? Why?" I asked, trying to clear my mind as I was flooded with a million questions."I don't know, they are asking for a ransom of about $30k," he said, breaking down in emotions adding to the already growing crisis. This is serious, I swole up and