Emily POV I can’t pinpoint the exact moment in my life when I realized things are not always what they seem. Maybe it was a few years back, maybe it’s even now while I’m sitting at a table with Jacob and a stranger I feel an odd affinity towards. I met Thaddeus less than three hours ago, and I get the distinct feeling that he and Jacob are hiding a secret so big that if anyone were to find out, it could change everything. Call it intuition. His fascination with me has now started to make me feel uncomfortable. And yet, I am determined to get to the bottom of this. I am intrigued by their mutual past and must know more. When Jacob told me earlier they had unresolved tension, I preferred not to know. Now, I’ve changed my mind. It’s not like I can interrupt their bromance and say, “Ooh, what happened between the two of you?” What’s more important to me is, what exactly happened to Jocasta? And why are they being so cagey about it? Before I lose the courage, I go in, balls to the wa
Emily POV The air starts to feel stuffy, almost as if the oxygen has been sucked out of it. New York has a habit of being murky this time of the year, but it’s even more so today. A bout of lightheadedness hits me, and I put it down to having too much wine to drink. But after a day of revelations, it’s probably starting to take its toll on me emotionally. Thaddeus’s occasional gaze still makes me feel uneasy. I think it’s time for us to leave, and when I’m about to get up to tell Jacob we should go, I’m hit with another spell. I can’t be sure how I managed to make it to the restroom without falling over. The next thing I remember is sitting in a toilet stall, resting my forehead against the cool sensation of the tiles. The last time I felt like this was when I was pregnant with Liam. The very thought of it has me giggling to myself. The giggles don’t last for long, though, and I’m overcome with an intense bout of nausea. The urge to throw up becomes so strong that I find myself ho
Ophelia POV Exhilarating yet dangerous. That’s how I would describe Astrid. There’s something about her that I can’t seem to get enough of. She’s like a drug, and once I get a hit of her, I want more and more. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I feel like a junkie when I’m not around her, starved of her passion and affection. Maybe the attraction is that we’re both kindred spirits. And, like me, I’m certain that she’s running away from something. I know the type—refuses to stay in one place for too long, not keen on making lasting connections, and falling in love is out of the question. She’s exactly like me. Funny, she knows so much about me, but she’s like a closed book. Whenever I ask about her past or her family, she brushes me off and changes the subject. It’s as if she’s scared to open up to me. I’m even surprised she invited me along on this business trip of hers. Now, sitting here alone at the pool with a now-warm cocktail in my hand, I’m starting to wonder why she asked m
On the bed is a satin red slip dress and a set of black, lacey underwear. The label says Victoria’s Secret. Next to the dress is a pair of strappy black heels in my size. There’s a note, reading: “Please do me the honor of wearing this.” Within record time, I’m out of the shower and slipping on the dress. It feels so soft and sensual against my skin. As a gift to her, I find her perfume and spritz a few drops on my neck and behind my knees. I get a text from her: “Be there in five minutes.” While waiting, I can’t stand still. The suspense is killing me. Also, the urge to pee is so strong, and I try to hold it in, but at the last minute I have to run to the bathroom. When I get back, she’s already there. Dressed in a black tuxedo suit and white buttoned down shirt, she looks absolutely ravishing. Her brilliant blue eyes are even more enunciated by her blood red lipstick. Holding a black blindfold in her hand, she orders me to stand in front of her. Tying it tightly around my eyes,
Jacob POV Dr. Richards is still talking, but I can’t hear a thing he’s saying. It’s like my body is there but my mind’s stuck in another dimension. I should be angry and sad, and yet I feel strangely calm. “How long?” I ask him. “How long, what?” he asks in return. “How long until the disease renders her incapable of doing anything?” I ask. Holding Emily’s MRI results in his hand, he says, “It’s hard to say. This disease is very unpredictable.” “Is there no cure, Doctor?” I ask. “Unfortunately not. For Miss Adams, it’s in its progressive stage, so any type of treatment would be out of the question,” he adds. I get up to leave and then shake his hand. “Thank you, Doctor. For the time being, I’d prefer if we keep this just between the two of us.” He’s taken aback. “Mr Collin, it is my job as Miss Adams’s physician to notify her of her condition.” “With all due respect, Doctor, I understand it’s your job, but I’d rather that she hear it from me,” I say. “As you wish,” he says a
Emily POV “So, I was thinking, how about we go to the Central Park Zoo after I pick you up from school?” I ask Liam with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. He isn’t happy, and he’s been walking around with a frown on his face ever since I told him Jacob had to leave in a hurry for his Brazil trip. “I don’t know,” he sighs. “Come on, it will be fun! I’ll even throw in a corn dog to sweeten the deal,” I suggest. “Oh, okay,” he says, and I see glimmers of a smile forming. That afternoon, instead of taking the car to get Liam from school, I opt for the subway. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a train, I need to feel the heartbeat of the city coursing through my veins again. Besides, I bet Liam will love the adventure of using an alternative route to get to the zoo. I really don’t want to deal with the awkwardness of running into Thaddeus, so I time it so that I get to school just as the last bell rings. Running towards me, Liam’s like a ball of pent up energy. “Can we go to th
Jacob POV After my meeting with Dr. Santos, it feels like there’s no more fight left in me. Someone’s used me as a punching bag, and I’m taking every blow to the groin. Instead of going to the hotel, I decided to take a walk around the university to clear my head. Dr. Santos insisted that she send someone to act as a tour guide, but I gratefully declined. Sitting under the shade of a Brazil nut tree, the finish line seems even further away. I came here with the intention of finding answers, but I’m left with even more questions and an overwhelming sense of dread. All around me, students are sitting having their lunch while enjoying the sunshine. With smiles on their faces, they have their whole lives ahead of them, and all I feel is envy. How can I go back and face Emily and Liam, knowing that she may only have a few years left? How do I tell the woman that I love that, yes, even our love is finite? My chest feels tight and I’m struggling to breathe. Is this what Emily feels when
Jacob POV You know that quote, “You can fool all the people some of the time and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time”? I think it was Abraham Lincon that said it. That’s exactly how I feel entering the apartment after my trip to Sao Paulo. I feel like a fraud, walking over to Emily and Liam and embracing them as if nothing is wrong. I don’t know when I became this person. Maybe it was that day in the doctor’s office, hearing about Emily’s diagnosis for the first time, or maybe it was when I stepped off the plane from Brazil. I breathe in her sweet smell and whisper into her hair, “I missed you so much.” She doesn’t realize the weight of my words and says it back to me. Liam is oblivious to my internal struggle, asking me what I brought him from my trip. “Ahhh, I got you this,” I say and pull out a plush toy from my backpack. “Awesome,” he says and grabs it out of my hand. “It’s so soft, Dad. What kind of animal is it?” “It’s a jagua