Michael’s POVAt first, I sat frozen, hands resting uselessly on the table while Riley folded herself into Viktor’s arms. But the longer I watched, the harder it became to stay still.By the time I realized it, I was already on my feet. I couldn’t remember the moment I rose, only the sudden awareness of my hands clasped tightly behind my back, as if I needed to hold them there to keep from interfering.The room still echoed faintly with Riley’s voice, her laughter softening into something more fragile now. Her shoulders sagged against him like she had finally found a place to set down the weight she carried.Her fingers clutched at his shirt, a wordless expression of relief, longing, and familiarity.And all I could do was stand there, watching from a step too far away.Something sharp twisted inside me, a sting so sudden it almost startled me. I should have been relieved for her, and a part of me was. She deserved this moment, this connection, after carrying so much alone. But alongs
Riley’s POVThe morning air was cool enough to prickle against my skin, though the sun had already started its slow climb above the city. The streets were alive in their usual rhythm, cars rolling past, a vendor setting out baskets of fresh bread, a woman tugging her child’s hand as they hurried toward school. Everything looked so normal, I almost resented how unsettled I felt inside.Aria walked close to me, our shoulders nearly brushing. She kept sneaking glances at me, the kind that weren’t meant to be noticed but always were. As if she thought I might turn around at any moment, bolt down the street, and disappear.I gripped the strap of my bag a little tighter. I’m nervous. Michael is so unpredictable, always pulling things out of nowhere, and I have no idea who he wants me to meet this time. Yesterday softened me more than I expected, it made me see he’s trying, but he still has a long way to go. If he wants forgiveness, he has to earn it. Slowly and patiently, not with surprises
Michael’s POVThe moment I stepped back into my room after the meeting, I loosened my tie and dropped into the chair at my desk. The leather groaned under my weight, almost too loud in the quiet room. My laptop screen was already alive with reminders stacked one after another. Contracts waiting for review, files stacked in digital piles, back-to-back Zoom meetings lined up like soldiers in formation.On any other day, I would have leaned into the chaos, worked through each item until the hours bled together. But tonight, the work felt distant.I should have felt the pull of it, the weight of what I was leaving undone. Instead, I found myself ignoring the blinking notifications.My mind circled back to Riley.I clicked open the file I had started on her case. The notes I had scribbled down earlier filled the page. Half-organized trails that led to more questions than answers. It was not the most urgent matter on my calendar. It certainly was not the most profitable. Yet here I was, pus
Riley's POVThe ocean kept rolling in and out, filling the silence Aria and I could not. My throat ached from speaking, but I wasn’t done.“There was more,” I said, my voice low. “After everything, their parents stepped in. Every charge was pulled back. They buried the whole case because they were terrified of ruining their perfect image.”Aria’s head turned sharply toward me, but I kept my eyes on the water. “They offered protection, a clean slate, a chance to start over. And my grandmother said yes. She believed it was the only way I could heal.”I pressed my palms together, the stone wall rough beneath my skin. “By then, everyone at school already knew bits and pieces. The whole town had some version of it, nobody really knew the truth, but that didn’t stop them, rumors spread faster than facts, some people even said I’d been molested. Others just made up stories to make themselves sound like they knew something.”My stomach tightened, remembering the whispers that followed me ever
Riley’s POVThe hush outside the café felt almost unreal. The beach stretched out before us with only a few people scattered in the distance, their voices swallowed by the rhythm of the tide. The water moved in steady waves, soft and unhurried, so unlike the storm inside my chest.Aria walked beside me, her arms folded against the light breeze. Normally she would have filled the silence with a dozen thoughts, half of them ridiculous, the other half sharper than they had any right to be. But now she kept her eyes ahead, lips pressed tight, as though she already knew the weight of what I was carrying.I slowed at the edge of a low stone wall where the sand curved inward. “Let’s sit here,” I said. My voice came out quieter than I meant, but Aria didn’t question it. She sank down beside me, brushing her hair from her face as she stared at the water. I did the same, letting the quiet settle between us for a long moment.Finally, I drew in a breath. “I told you I’d explain everything. I thi
Riley’s POVAria’s elbow presses gently against my arm, a quiet nudge forward. “Go on,” she murmurs, like we’re standing at the edge of a pool and she thinks all I need is a little push.But my feet don't agree, they feel rooted to the floor like it might swallow me if I wait too long.Michael’s eyes lift then, finding mine across the room. There’s no flash of surprise, or flicker of anything that would give away what he’s thinking. Just steady recognition like he knew I would come, and this was inevitable.The man sitting with him glances over as well. Calm, professional. His suit is crisp but not flashy, the kind of thing worn by someone who wants to be taken seriously without drawing attention. His face tugs at my memory, but the thread slips away before I can pull it loose.Michael stands, pushing his chair back with a slow scrape of wood on tile. “Riley,” he says, voice low but clear, as though testing how my name feels in his mouth after all this time.I swallow, my pulse thuddi