LOGINHappy New Month, my Loves... Wishing you all nothing but the very best❤️🥰.
I never pried because I thought that once we were more serious in our relationship, I’d meet them because they were part of his circle, just like he would get to meet Lilly.Looking back at those conversations…I should have asked more. I should have pushed. I should have at least asked for a name. M
SIERRA.“Adrian?”The name leaves Noah’s lips like a ghost.His name and the familiarity in it loops in my mind on repeat, echoing over and over no matter how hard I try to shut it out.“Noah?”Besides me, Adrian stills as if he’s seen a ghost. He looks at Noah like he doesn’t trust what he is curre
He doesn’t move or speak. He doesn’t even blink for a second.Then finally, after what feels like decades, he breathes, “What the fuck…”“Exactly what I thought," I say, looking at a spot on the floor.“I thought she was bad,” he continues, running a hand through his hair, pacing now. “I thought sh
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here… Minutes? Hours? Days?Time doesn’t make sense anymore. Not after everything I read. Not after everything I know now.I’ve been sitting here, wracking my brain, trying to understand how I missed it all these years. How I never once got even the slightest
I slam the diary shut and hurl it across the room as my chest heaves, my breaths coming in uneven bursts.“Sorry?” I rasp.She was sorry? As if that fixes anything. As if that erases years of damage. As if that gives Sierra back everything we took from her.A guttural sound rips from my throat as I
“My God…” The voice that leaves me is unrecognizable.I thought Chloe and I had built something real, something beautiful, only to realize that it wasn’t. It was stolen.I lived a life that was never meant to be hers. A life that belonged to Sierra.I lived out a dream, while the woman who created i
The table is alive with noise. Nolan’s telling some wild story about his soccer practice, Nova interrupting every other sentence to “correct” him, and my sisters are laughing their asses off.I try to listen, I really do, but my mom’s voice from earlier still pulses in my ears.The words are like a
Lilly answers on the third ring, her voice clipped. “What do you want?”“I need Sierra’s number,” I said flatly.Silence. Then, “Why?”“I have something to discuss with her.”Her tone sharpens instantly. “If this is about the pregnancy, Noah—”“It is,” I cut in.A tense pause, and then she threatens
“Would you like some tea?” Mom asks, standing up.Mom has always had a special way of making it. I don’t know how she does it or if there is a secret ingredient; all I know is that her tea is amazing.I’ve tried making it a couple of times, but no matter how I follow the instructions, I’ve never bee
Aunt Ava nods knowingly. “That’s what motherhood does. I was scared out of my mind when I found out I was pregnant with Noah, but you realize there’s someone depending on you completely. You pull your big girl panties on and do what it takes.”Her words sink deep, warm and steadying. I’d do anything







