LOGIN° Amyâs POV ° Things had changedâŚ.and not in a way anyone could fix. Somewhere along the line, everything had taken a wrong turn, and no matter how much I tried to trace it back, I couldnât find the exact moment it all started falling apart. Maybe it wasnât just one moment. Maybe it was a series of small choices, small mistakes⌠things we thought didnât matter at the time. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection longer than necessary. The makeup sat perfectly on my face, every detail carefully done, every flaw hidden just enough. It didnât make me look brighter or happier, but it did its job wellâit covered what needed to be covered. At least on the outside. I let out a quiet breath, my fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the table as I tilted my head slightly, studying myself like I was looking at someone else. So this was it. This was how fate wanted it to be. It was almost funny, in a bitter wayâŚ. how life could drag you right back to the same pla
° Amy's POV °I watched Eli sleep, barely daring to move in case the moment broke.The curtains had not been fully drawn, and the early morning light slipped quietly into the room, It settled over his face and softened him in a way that made everything feel painfully normal, as though the night before had never happened and nothing had changed.But everything had.My fingers curled slightly against my arm as I stood there, trying to steady the tightness building in my chest. The rise and fall of his breathing was slow and even, and for a moment I let myself focus on that alone, clinging to it like it was proof that he was still here, still mine, and that he was still safe.He was only six.The thought pressed harder the longer I stood there. Six years old, and already his body had betrayed him in ways no child should ever understand. I could not stop myself from imagining itâŚ.the way his bones must have shifted under his skin, the cracking, the breaking , the way the pain must have co
°Amyâs POV° Meeting him right here in the woods wasnât surprising, but it still wasnât something I had been expecting. The night had already been strange enough on its own. The air felt too thick, like it was pressing down on my skin, and every sound carried farther than it should have. Even the wind through the trees had this low, restless hum to it, like it knew something I didnât. So when I saw him standing there, half-shadowed between the trees, it didnât shock me the way it should have. It justâŚ.. settled into the night, like he belonged there. I scoffed before I could stop myself, shaking my head slightly. Of course he was here. Of course. I folded my arms loosely, more out of habit than confidence, and looked at him properly. âYou shouldnât be here,â I told him. My voice came out steadier than I felt, which was good, because the last thing I needed was for him to hear anything uncertain in it. âI donât need to explain to you why I am here,â he said, frowning. That an
°Amyâs POV°âWhat are you going to do now?âMiaâs voice drifted through the room like she was discussing something small. Something unimportant.âAre you going to claim Luna and watch your son dieâŚ?âShe kept talking.Talking.Talking.Like Eliâs life was just another card she had pulled from a deck.My jaw tightened.She only cared about one thing.That stupid title.That chair in the council room.That little word everyone worshipped.Luna.I watched her for a second, really watched her.The way her fingers rested on the edge of Eliâs desk.The way her lips curved slightly like she was already enjoying the ending of this story.âYou know you're no match for me.âThe words slipped out through clenched teeth before I even realized I had spoken.Her eyes flickered.Just for a moment.âYou're just trying to get rid of me logically,â I continued quietly, âwhich I find strangely amusing.âSomething moved across her face.A tiny crack.Maybe discomfortâŚ..Then she quickly smoothed it over.
°Amyâs POV° I let out a slow breath. It came out shaky. My heart was beating so loud it felt like it had moved up into my ears. Every thump echoed through my head, heavy and uneven. The room felt smaller than it should have. Too quiet and too tense. âRip her apart.â Giaâs voice slid through my mind, low and dangerous. âTear her into shreds⌠and anyone who'd pose a threat to our son.â There was no hesitation in her voice. No confusion. Gia already knew what she wanted to do. She was ready. But me? I wasnât ready for anything yet. My thoughts felt tangled. Like someone had dropped a thousand puzzle pieces into my head and expected me to make sense of them in five seconds. Nothing made sense. Nathan was gone. Jeremy was not here. And somehow Mia was standing in front of me talking about my son like he was a problem she needed to fix. Across the room, Mia stood by the large glass windows now. The modern ones Nathan had installed last year. She reached out and pushed
°Amyâs POV°I stared at her.Right into her eyes.Neither of us blinked, like we were both waiting to see who would break first.The moonlight spilled across the balcony behind her, washing the room in a pale glow, and somehow it made her look even more unreal.So much about her had changed.Her skin looked smoother than I remembered, almost glowing under the silver light. The short dress she wore clung to her body like it had been made just for her, the fabric shimmering every time she shifted. Even the glass heels on her feet caught the moonlight and reflected it like tiny stars.I barely recognized her.My mouth opened, but nothing came out.It felt like my brain had stopped working.How was this even possible?âWe meet again⌠Amy.âHer voice was soft, almost calm, but the way she lifted her chin made it feel like she had been waiting years to say those words.My throat tightened.âWhat the⌠how?âThe question slipped out before I could stop it.Before I could even think of steppin
°Amy's POV °The shower felt too good⌠too calm⌠too unlike the chaos in my head.The warm water, soft steam, and expensive soap that smelled like flowers I couldnât even name.I stepped out slowly, still thinking about, Grandma Lydia and how disappointed she'd be if she found out I'd left, she'd c
°Amy's POV ° I blinked twice, but she still wasnât there. Honestly, no one was. Just the echo of my own thoughts doing laps in my head like they had nowhere else to be. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe I was scared for her. Maybe both. She had people though she was an orphan, cousins, auntie
°Amy's POV° â I knowâŚ..Iâm sorry,â he said. âI lost it back there. I know. I shouldnât haveâŚ..â âThat is all you can say?â The words snapped out before I could soften them. I turned to him, eyes burning. â If weâd hit that car, if something had happened to meâŚ..to Eli waiting at homeââ My voice c
° Amyâs POV °The knock didnât come.The door just flew open like whoever was on the other side had misplaced the concept of manners entirely.âWhere the fuck is she?!âThe voice was sharp.The kind of voice that had never been told no and clearly didnât expect today to be the day.I straightened s







