The police station was chaotic when I got there. There were many reporters flashing their cameras at us when we got out, and the buzzing tension made it hard to focus. I spotted Aiden immediately, pacing back and forth near the entrance. His hair was a mess, and his face looked pale. Asher was beside him, trying to calm him down, his hand gently rubbing Aiden’s back. I ran toward them. “Aiden! What happened?” Aiden turned to me, his face red with frustration. “The fucking police dragged Hayden away like he was some criminal! He was just picking Blake up from school, and they arrested him in front of everyone. There were cameras everywhere. Reporters, parents, students—everyone saw it. God! I would have punched that police in the face if I was there.” My stomach dropped. “In front of Blake?” Aiden nodded, biting his lip hard. “They didn’t care. They just took him. Like it was all some show.” I turned to the front desk. “Where is he? I need to see him.” One of the officers be
I stepped out of the house, closing the door behind. Dominic was waiting outside by the gate, his hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze distant, but as soon as he noticed me walking towards him, his expression changed, and he gave me a soft smile.“Can we talk?” I asked. “Just… not here.”He nodded without hesitation.We got inside his car and drove to a nearby park. We got out and the sky was a little dark, it was starting to snow, the snowflakes were falling slowly from the sky. I stretched my hand and one snowflake landed n my palm, and it melted slowly, till it disappeared. I wrapped my arms around myself, regretting not grabbing a jacket. Dominic must have noticed my discomfort because he then offered me his coat.“Here,” he said, slipping his coat off and draping it over my shoulders.“I’m fine,” I tried to say, but he chuckled.“Don’t make this more awkward. It’s just a jacket. I’m being a gentleman, not proposing to you.”I gave a tiny smile and let it go.We sat on a wooden
Breakfast was quiet. Hayden and I sat across from each other, sharing a normal meal like we always did. He had cooked bacon and eggs, and I made toast. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, wrapping the kitchen in its warm aroma. It felt normal, but even if you’re an outsider you could easily tell with one glance that something was wrong. I couldn’t shake the tension tightening around my chest. We didn’t talk about the news.We didn’t talk about Cedric. We just…stopped talking. I’ve always known that growth with your partner is tough, but I didn’t thought it would be to this extent. Probably because I’ve been too accustomed to Hayden being the one who did all the protecting, and now…I have to step up, to support him in all the turmoils he’s facing.I kept looking up from my plate, watching Hayden’s face carefully. He looked calm as he ate his breakfast. Should I ask him?My fingers trembled slightly as I buttered my toast. Then—out of nowhere. The front door slammed open.I jump
The drive back from Cedric’s place felt like walking through fog. I declined his offer when he said he’d drive me back and called myself a cab. My body was in the car, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Every word he said played on loop in my head—about Cassie, about Hayden, about what supposedly happened. About how Cedric claimed Hayden was the reason she was gone.And worst of all, he sounded like he believed it with every inch of his being. I leaned against the window, staring blankly at the passing streetlights. Should I ask Hayden? Should I tell him what Cedric told me? What if it wasn’t true? What if it was?By the time we reached my place, I hadn’t made a decision. I thanked the cab driver before getting out. The moment I stepped inside the house, I felt something strange. The lights were dim, the television was left on in the living room, and toys were everywhere. A little red truck sat sideways on the armrest of the couch. A stuffed bunny lay on the floor as if Blake
“I tried to keep the family together, but it wasn’t enough. Our parents blamed each other. Eventually, they separated. Fiona... she drifted too. I could never get her back. Not until recently.""You talked to her?" I asked quietly.He nodded. "Yes. She seems happy now. Genuinely happy."There was a small, sad smile on his face before he looked back toward the hallway. "You probably have a lot of questions, don’t you?"I hesitated, but the moment had come. "I do," I admitted. "Why do you dislike Dominic and Hayden so much?"For a moment, his eyes dimmed. He didn’t speak. Instead, he turned and started walking up the stairs. I followed. Not because I trusted him fully, but because I could tell he wasn’t trying to hurt me. I was starting to understand his pain.He opened a room at the end of the hallway, and as soon as I stepped in, I felt it. The scent was faint, but it was there—a mix of lavender and old books. Cedric walked to a tall cabinet and opened it, pulling out an old photo al
I stepped out of the restaurant, feeling drained. The meeting had gone well, but my energy was completely spent. All I wanted was to go home, take off these heels, and maybe sleep for a week. I pulled out my phone and started tapping on the cab app, already thinking of what presents I should take home with me for Blake. But my actions halted when I saw him.I wore a confused look as I approached him, as he leaned against the door of his car. His black car gleamed under the afternoon sun, parked just a few meters away from the restaurant's exit. The moment he saw me looking, his face lit up. He pushed off the car and made his way toward me."Perfect timing," he said with a smile. “I was getting bored. Hop in, I’ll drive you back."I opened my mouth, ready to decline, but before I could say a word, he raised a hand and said, "I know you have questions. A lot of them. And I’m willing to answer all of them."That made me pause. I studied him carefully, unsure of what game he was playing