Masuk° Amy’s POV °“Well…. Is this how things are going to be, Amy? No hugs?”My body froze before my brain caught up…. His voice.He stepped closer, holding out a bouquet of bougainvillea and roses. My stomach dropped.He paused, eyes steady on mine. “I’m sorry for your loss.”I didn’t take the flowers. I didn’t move. For a second, it was like my body had forgotten how to breathe.How did he know? Why was he here? And how in the hell did he find me?My throat felt tight, but I forced the words out. “What do you want, Jeremy?” I clenched my fists, biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.He tilted his head, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. “What do I want? Isn’t it obvious?”I looked up at him….same sharp jaw, same stupid confidence in his posture, like he owned the air between us. But his eyes were darker now, heavier somehow.My heart started to pound. He wasn’t here for what I was thinking, was he?“I’ve come to pay my respects, Amy.”He said it so simply, like he
° Amy’s POV °It was weird at first, but it wasn’t bad.Having Mia move in was like inviting a storm that somehow knew how to water your plants. Grandma Lydia didn’t oppose much since she was Eli’s godmother, though she still had her opinions. She always did.Even though she didn’t like the idea that someone like Mia should godmother her grandson, she couldn’t argue too much because, well, Mia was Mia…..hard to reason with, even harder to replace. And for a good number of times, Grandma Lydia had tried telling me that Mia was a bad influence for Eli.“Mia is not gonna do anything that would harm Eli. I chose her because she’s crazy about him, in fact, he’s her favorite person in the world.”That was my go-to line every time Grandma Lydia started her little lectures.But Mia…She was something else entirely.She partied a lot, got drunk all the time, and would stumble into my arms whispering about how “big the dick was” and how “great having one of those inside you felt like” whenever
° Amy’s POV °The wind rushed in before I could even blink.And then there she was—Mia. Standing on the porch in her gray hoodie and big shorts, her hair half-tied, and she was holding a brown paper bag that looked way too familiar.My breath caught halfway, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She looked me up and down once, her expression softening. “You look like you’ve been wrestling ghosts,” she said, voice light but not mocking.I blinked a few times, trying to catch up. “Mia?”“Yeah, who else would it be?” She stepped closer, brushing past me before I could even invite her in, the sweet smell of vanilla perfume trailing behind her. “Unless you were expecting someone else.”Her words landed too close, too sharp. I froze for a second, then quietly shut the door.“I—uh… no, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.Mia didn’t say anything right away. She just slipped her shoes off and dropped the paper bag on the table like she owned the pla
° Amy’s POV °For the first time, I hated black and white, and for the first time, I hated flowers—roses especially.I couldn’t believe this was happening. I needed someone to pinch me and wake me up from this nightmare.We were by the river at the bayou.Everyone had dropped their roses on the body wrapped with white sheets, saying their farewells, their well wishes…..and how Christian was sweet and nice to all of them.Eli wasn’t steady with his steps as he dropped his own rose, being guided by Grandma Lydia of course, his hands hovering over Christian’s body even though I knew he couldn’t see who it really was, wrapped up like a present.Eli looked around, face to face, probably looking for someone who wasn’t there.When he came back to me, I scooped him gently off the ground, straight into my arms.“Mummy… where’s Dadda? I… I dropped his flower for him.”What was I supposed to answer to that?“Dadda left town, somewhere better and safe,” I sighed.Maybe this was just bad luck.May
° Amy’s POV °I wished I hadn't walked away, wished I didn't leave, wished, wished, wished!That was all I could do, helplessly blame myself and wish that everything was gonna be alright.But wishing didn’t change anything.The room was quiet except for the beeping sound that came from the monitor beside him. It was slow, steady, and kind of terrifying. I didn’t like the sound. It reminded me that every second mattered, that something could happen any moment.I held his right hand tightly, pressing my palm against his, as if I could pass some of my strength to him through touch. My fingers trembled, and I shut my eyes, trying to imagine he could hear me, like maybe if I focused hard enough, he’d hear me inside his head.“I'm sorry….. I'm sorry…” That was all I could say.The words sounded useless, like they didn’t even reach him. I said them anyway, over and over again, because I didn’t know what else to say.Grandma was outside, talking to the pack's doctor. Her voice was low and sha
°Amy’s POV°I blinked several times at Mia, who had just gotten up on her feet, stretching her arms until her joints popped. She looked relaxed …. too relaxed for someone who almost got herself into serious trouble few minutes ago.“Oh my God,” she yawned, dragging her words like she’d just woken up from sleep. “I’ll go get ready to go home now, and don’t worry about me, I’m not going to run into rogues this time.”She reached out and tapped my right shoulder gently, flashing me that kind of smile that always made you want to believe her , the honest, clueless kind.“Yeah… good luck,” I muttered, even though my voice felt heavier than it should.My heart had started beating a little too fast , that kind of pounding that makes your chest tight, like something bad was waiting right around the corner.If she was talking about Jeremy, then fate was about to play one of its ugly games again.And then there was the Eli’s scent. That faint trace she mentioned earlier. Did Jeremy have someth







