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As a student, studies have been so critical and plus...exams!!đđ Well I am very grateful for the constant reading and comments! Exams are done and dusted, and I am back with full energy, a lighter spirit and of course....my museđ Get ready for the upcoming scenesđ„, spicy 𫊠chapters, and yh....lots of interesting conflicts!đż I also want to use this opportunity to thank you all for your support and to say I LOVE YOU đ„čđ° Amyâs POV°I bit the edge of my fingers, my steps dragging across the floor as I moved back and forth in the sitting room. The space felt too quiet, like it was holding its breath along with me. Every second stretched longer than it should, pressing against my chest.I couldnât stop thinking about them.Did they make it?Were they hurt?Were they even coming back?I paused briefly, staring at nothing in particular before resuming my pacing. My hands dropped to my sides, then lifted again, restless, unsure about where to settle.I wished I had gone with him.Even if I couldnât fight, even if I couldnât do much, at least I wouldnât be stuck here like thisâŠ..waiting, guessing, and helplessly hoping.Waiting was worse.It left too much room for thoughts.And my thoughts were not kind to me.It was strange how much this mattered to me. I hadnât noticed when it started, hadnât marked the exact moment things shifted. One day it didnât matter, and the nextâŠ..I cared, too much.I stopped aga
°Jeremyâs POV°The road narrowed as I drove as we followed Lang's scent, the last of the houses fading behind us until only open land remained. Gravel replaced asphalt, the sound of it was steady beneath the tires as I eased the car forward. My headlights stretched across the dark, catching the outline of a low structure ahead. It sat alone, worn down by time, its roof dipping at one end, its walls dull and quiet under the night sky.I slowed to a stop a short distance away. The engine went silent. Marcus pulled in behind me, the others following, their headlights cutting off one by one until the night closed back in.The silence here felt different.I stepped out and closed the door without making a sound. The air carried no breeze, no distant movement, nothing but a stillness that pressed lightly against my skin. My eyes settled on the building again, and the pull inside me was steady.Marcus came up beside me. âThis place has been empty for years,â he said quietly.âMaybe not tonig
°Jeremy's POV °Eliâs room door stood slightly ajar, the way I had left it earlier. I pushed it open fully and stepped inside. The bed looked empty under the faint light from the hall. The covers lay smooth and flat, as if no one had touched them since Mrs. Lang had straightened them after dinner maybeâŠ. His stuffed bear sat propped against the headboard, its button eyes catching a bit of the glow. I ran my hand across the sheets. They felt cool to the touch. The pillow still held the slight dent from his head, but the room carried no warmth from a sleeping child. I checked the closet next, opening the door slowly. His clothes hung in their usual rows, small shirts and pants lined up neatly. The floor space below stood clear. I looked under the bed, moving the storage box aside with one hand. Dust motes floated in the air, but nothing else appeared. The window remained locked from inside, its latch secure. I stood in the center of the room and let my eyes move over every corner again
°Jeremy's POV ° I set the phone down on the desk and looked at Eli standing in the doorway. His breathing had settled into a steady rhythm, and the faint red glow in his eyes had faded completely. I crossed the room in a few quiet steps and knelt so I could see his face clearly. âLet me help you clean up,â I said. I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the dirt from his cheeks in slow strokes, the cloth came away brown. Eli stood still and let me do my thing. When his face looked better, I brushed the twigs from his hair one by one and dropped them into the small trash bin beside the desk. âYou made it here on your own,â I told him. âThat took a lot of courage my boy.â He gave a small nod but said nothing more about the morning. I did not press him. Instead, I walked him to the couch in the corner and sat beside him. The cushions gave under our weight. I rested my hand on his shoulder for a moment, then stood again. âStay right here for a little while,â I said. âI
°Jeremy's POV °The board meeting dragged longer than expected.I sat at the head of the table, listening as one of the directors explained projected figures for the next quarter. His voice flowed steadily, numbers filling the air, charts shifting across the screen, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner settling into the background.I nodded when necessary.I asked questions when expected.Still, part of my attention drifted elsewhere.Amy should have called by now.She had insisted on driving Eli to school that morning. I had almost argued again, but she had looked at me in that quiet way of hers, calm and steady, and I let it go.I glanced at my phone lying beside my notepad.Nothing.I forced my attention back to the presentation.ââŠwhich brings us to the final projection,â one of the board members concluded.I leaned forward slightly.âSend me the breakdown after the meeting.ââYes, sir.âThe room shifted as papers gathered and chairs moved quietly. The meeting had been calm, p
° Amy's POV °Morning light slipped quietly through my curtains, resting softly across the edge of my bed. I laid there for a few seconds, watching the pale glow move slowly along the wall. The house was still, calm in a way that made me breathe easier.It had been a long time since mornings felt like this.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up slowly. My feet touched the floor, cool against my skin. I stretched slightly, then stood, running a hand through my hair as I walked toward the bathroom.The mirror reflected a face that lookedâŠ.. rested. I washed my face, tied my hair back loosely, and changed into something simple. A soft blouse, fitted trousers, nothing too formal. I didn't feel like dressing up today. I just wanted something comfortable.As I stepped out of the room, I heard Eli's voice downstairs.I smiled before I even realized it.Seven years and that little boy still made my chest soften.I walked down slowly, following the sound of his chatter. When I reached the din
°Amyâs POV°The weeks went by faster than I thought they would.Maybe it was because every day felt like a countdown, even when we pretended it wasnât.Christian was everywhere those days â fixing something around the house, running errands with Grandma Lydia, making jokes that didnât always land b
°Amyâs POV°For a second, I couldnât move.Everything around me blurred â the cars, the chatter, the orange-pink sky. All I could think was, this canât be happening right here.Then another contraction came, not too sharp but strong enough to make my knees tremble. That snapped me out of it.âMiaâŠâ
°Amy's POV ° Later that night, after he went upstairs, I stayed in the living room. The house was quiet except for the sound of the clock ticking. The letter was still sitting there on the table, its folded edge catching the light. I reached for it, smoothing my thumb over the crease. âCongr
°Amyâs POV°When I came to, the air smelled like antiseptic and lavender.Weird combination. Right?The ceiling above me was white, kind of blindingly so, and something cool pressed against the inside of my wrist. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming â the kind of fuzzy dream where youâre n







