Se connecterShe was staring at me, tears filling her eyes. “Do you know that song?” She asked.I shook my head. “No. I don't think so.”“But you just hummed the next part.”“I know.” I frowned, trying to understand it myself. “I don't know how. I just heard you singing, and the tune seemed familiar.”Eleanor's lips trembled. “Riya…”“I can't explain it. It's like when you wake up from a dream and remember something, but the moment you try to think about it, it disappears.”She slowly leaned forward. “Oh, sweetheart.”Before I could say anything else, she slipped out of the chair and pulled me into her arms. I held on to her as tears ran down my face, she kept rubbing my back, whispering softly. “It's okay. It's okay, my baby.”I don't know how long we stayed like that, for the first time in my life, I was being held by a woman who looked at me as though I was the most important person in the world, and I didn't want her to let go.When we finally pulled apart, Eleanor wiped her cheeks. “I knew th
Riya's POVWEDNESDAY Mateo parked two streets away from the Davidson house, behind a florist's van. “I'll wait here and answer some emails,” he said.I turned to look at him. “You're seriously going to sit in the car for three hours?”“I have work to do.”“You have people who can handle your emails.”“Not these ones.” He picked up his phone and gave me a straight face. “Just call me if anything happens. If you hear a scream, a loud noise, or even someone dropping a spoon, I'll be there.”I laughed and shook my head. “You're ridiculous.”“I'm just being careful.”“Whatever you say.”He smiled. “And before you accuse me of following you, remember that I'm staying in the car.”“Goodbye, Mateo.”“Good luck, Riya.”I stepped out and made my way toward the house. Even though it was only two streets away, my heart was beating so fast that you'd think I had run all the way there. I had no idea what to expect from this visit.Eleanor had asked me to come alone, and I had agreed, but I couldn'
“I think that's enough for now,” Mateo said calmly.His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough authority to make everyone look in his direction.I reached into my handbag, there was something I had brought with me, something I wanted my parents to see for themselves. I took out the pendant and placed it carefully on the table.It was warm from being tucked against my skin. Eleanor's eyes immediately fell on it. I picked it up and pressed my thumb against the tiny carved eye of the bird. Then I twisted it gently, and the pendant opened, for several seconds, nobody spoke. Eleanor raised a hand to her mouth.Richard stared at the pendant as though he had just seen a ghost. “Where did you get that?”His voice was barely audible. “It belonged to my grandmother,” I replied. “I've been told it was made especially for her.”Before anyone could respond, Hannah spoke. “She stole it!”I turned toward her. “What?”“That pendant belongs to me. I told you I lost it!”Eleanor slowly turned her he
Riya's POVI changed my dress three times before finally settling on the one I had wanted to wear from the beginning.The first was a black dress that made me look as though I was attending a funeral, the second was too plain, and the third was a beige dress Kelvin had once complimented because, according to him, it was the kind of dress that didn't attract unnecessary attention.Standing in front of the mirror, I suddenly realized how much of my life I had spent choosing things based on what Kelvin liked, even my clothes.I turned away from the mirror and looked toward the back of my wardrobe, there was a dark green dress hanging there, still with its tags attached. I had bought it two years ago but never found the courage to wear it. Kelvin had taken one look at it and asked if it wasn't a little too revealing.At the time, I had laughed and put it away. Tonight, I pulled it out.It had long sleeves, a fitted waist, and a beautiful neckline. Nothing outrageous, but enough to make me
A nightmare woke me at three in the morning. I sat up with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding so violently that it hurt. The quilt had twisted around my legs, and for a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was.Then I heard the ocean. I saw the wooden beams above me and the faint light coming from the bedside lamp, the inn. I was at the inn. “Riya?”Mateo's voice came from beside the bed. I turned and found him crouching next to me, his shirt was creased, and his hair was slightly messy, but his eyes were wide awake, he hadn't been sleeping. “I'm okay,” I said quickly. “It was just a dream.”“The truck?”I froze. “How did you know?”He hesitated briefly. “You were talking in your sleep.”I looked down at the quilt twisted around my fingers. “What did I say?”He was quiet for a moment. “You kept saying, ‘Please, not again.’”My throat tightened. I turned my face away, hoping he wouldn't notice how close I was to crying. “I don't understand what's happening to me,” I whispered. “Someti
Riya’s POVI stared out of the window, watching the waves appear and disappear in the headlights. My mind kept returning to the message I had received earlier. Who had sent it? And how could they have known what was going to happen?“You’ve been quiet for a while,” Mateo said.“I’m thinking.”He glanced at me briefly. “That’s usually when I start worrying.”I turned to him. “Why?”“Because whenever you get that look on your face, it usually means you’re about to do something that gives me a headache.”Despite everything, I smiled a little. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence, someone playing a stupid prank.”“Maybe.”But neither of us sounded convinced. We continued driving, the silence between us broken only by the sound of the engine and the occasional crash of waves against the cliffs. After about thirty minutes, Mateo reached for the radio and turned up the volume.A newsreader’s voice filled the car.“Breaking news tonight from the northbound highway. A flatbed truck reportedly lost i







