NINAThe dam inside me broke as soon as the call with Audrey ended. Raw emotion hit me with incredible force as a tidal wave crashed over me. I entered the bathroom in a staggered state where the cool tiles failed to provide comfort against the unexpected heart freeze. Each sob ripped through my throat as its sound bounced off the flawless porcelain walls.I deeply wished I had listened to your advice, Dad! The words pushed out of my throat while each one pierced my heart with pain. Since that day I've carried the regret with me as a persistent pain lodged deep in my chest. I had always felt remorse over ignoring his advice and now it felt like an open, infected sore."Laurel! Laurel!" My mother-in-law Lilian's voice cut through my pain. The sound of Lilian’s voice acted as a brutal reminder that forced me to confront the present moment and the false front I needed to uphold.I expelled a deep, trembling breath marked by a "Hmmph" sound while I worked to regain my composure. My finge
Nina’s POV The silence was hard enough to cut with a knife. Now Drew came between us. He was breathing hard and teeth clenched together. Somehow, he found himself fighting to hold onto control as everything spiraled rapidly out of hand.” Her smile carried cruelty as her lips twisted upwards, having waited months possibly years for this exact moment. “Well,” I said, arms crossed. “What did you come here to do? Say it.” She pulled back a step and placed her manicured hand on the boy’s shoulder. “This,” she said dramatically, “is Ethan. He’s six years old. He likes dinosaurs. Peanut butter sandwiches. Building Lego cars. Just like his dad used to.” She looked at Drew. Drew’s face was pale. His lips parted, but nothing came out. The boy looked up at him, then at me. Confused, silent — too silent for a child. “I told you already,” she said, her voice sharper now. “We had one night. One mistake, as he calls it. But life doesn’t care if it was a mistake or not. Life keeps movi
Nina’s POV The kitchen smelled warm with the cooking of dinner. Nothing too fancy, but something that would make everyone feel full. I’d done everything just right: Morel’s vegetables, Drew’s steak, and Lilian’s cake. I hoped that perhaps it would settle things. We had been quiet all day, all because of Drew, and him being so distant in his own head. Morel chuckled at his mashed potatoes. Drew savored his steak and Lily looked as usual with a quiet look in her eyes. But she didn’t say much. There was something heavy around us, but we weren’t talking about it, really. Then, as I went to cut into my own food, there was a knock, knock from the front door. I froze. The silence broke. Drew didn’t hear it, either. He was so deep in his thoughts and didn’t see his steak as he ate it. I heard the tension rise. I directed my gaze first at him then at the door. “Take a look,” I said, trying not to reveal my nervousness with my normal voice yet my voice came out shaky. Drew didn’t even l
Lilian’s POV The house was quiet after breakfast. Drew left for the study to retrieve his bag while Laurel was cleaning the table accompanied by her gentle humming. I entered my room briefly to look at my phone screen. And there it was. A single message. Unknown Number. > “Because he left me… he will suffer.” My fingers tightened around the phone. As I tried to understand the text message a second one appeared on my phone. > “Watch what happens at his office.” The words on the screen made my stomach coil in discomfort. This wasn’t a prank. This was personal. And it was meant for me. I hurried back to the hallway where I almost bumped into Laurel. “Mom?” she asked, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?” I demanded his location as I pushed past her to reach him. “He’s by the door. He was just leaving—” I hurried to the entryway. “Drew!” He turned mid-step, briefcase in hand. “Yeah?” “Don’t go,” I said, breathless. “You need to see this. Now.” I handed him the phon
DREW POVWarm golden sunlight poured into the bed the next morning and gently wakened me. I blinked slowly while I reached across the bed searching instinctively for her warmth.But the sheets were cool. She wasn’t there. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked toward the door which was half open and whispered to myself “She’s already awake.” “Early again.” I brushed my fingers through my hair while my body settled into the quiet morning atmosphere. There was no panic, no suspicion anymore. Not like in those first few days. I no longer paid attention to her minor changes such as her towel-folding method, her tea stirring instead of coffee, and the way she spoke my name with newfound gentleness.The accident was the explanation for all that I observed.The trauma. The memory gaps. The healing. After I embraced that truth something inside me found relief.I had her back. I had them back—Laurel, Morel, our home. The situation wasn't flawless but it held enough authenticity. At times the
Nina’s POV The silence was hard enough to cut with a knife. Now Drew came between us. He was breathing hard and teeth clenched together. Somehow, he found himself fighting to hold onto control as everything spiraled rapidly out of hand.” Her smile carried cruelty as her lips twisted upwards, having waited months possibly years for this exact moment. “Well,” I said, arms crossed. “What did you come here to do? Say it.” She pulled back a step and placed her manicured hand on the boy’s shoulder. “This,” she said dramatically, “is Ethan. He’s six years old. He likes dinosaurs. Peanut butter sandwiches. Building Lego cars. Just like his dad used to.” She looked at Drew. Drew’s face was pale. His lips parted, but nothing came out. The boy looked up at him, then at me. Confused, silent — too silent for a child. “I told you already,” she said, her voice sharper now. “We had one night. One mistake, as he calls it. But life doesn’t care if it was a mistake or not. Life keeps movi