She opened her eyes slowly.The ceiling above her wasn’t familiar. Neither were the walls but one thing she could recognize without question was the pair of eyes staring at her.Tim stood there, arms folded, worry masked under frustration. His eyes were soft.“Do you have a death sentence?” he asked, voice measured. “If something had happened to you, how do I explain that I’m innocent? You collapse outside my door in the middle of the night, no note, no warning…”He paused, his eyes scanning her face. “How can someone just leave their house and do something so reckless?”She tried to sit up, struggling slightly with her weight, and he stepped in quickly, lifting her up with care until she was upright against the pillow.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… it was too cold last night.”Tim narrowed his eyes.“Wait. Are you saying you actually slept outside my door?”She didn’t respond with words. She simply looked down and nodded.That was
Tim looked at the woman in front of him, trying to make sense of what she had just said. Her voice didn’t shake, and her eyes didn’t dart around like someone in distress. She didn’t appear to be insane. Her posture was composed. The fragrance of her perfume filled his nose, a soft, expensive scent he couldn’t place, but one that stuck.Then she said it again, this time slower.“I’m your mother.”Tim blinked once, twice.“You can’t possibly be drunk, Ma,” he said, studying her closely. “You don’t smell like alcohol. Or… maybe you are drunk?”“I’m not, please, just listen….”He didn’t let her finish.“Look, I don’t know what you’re going through, but you need to talk to someone. A doctor maybe. I’ve had a long day, and this isn’t how I wanted to end it. My prayers are with you.”He opened his door and stepped inside.She stood there, alone, as the lock clicked softly behind him. The night air brushed against her skin. For a moment, Patricia didn’t move. She just looked at the closed doo
“I… you…” Pat’s lips trembled as her fingers fidgeted. The words refused to come out. She felt like her voice had gone on strike, leaving her dumb in front of her son.The young man tilted his head slightly, his brows raised in mild confusion, then suddenly stepped back.“I have to go, Ma,” he said quickly. “My sister just gave birth. I need to take this hot, spicy soup to her before it gets cold. You can ask my neighbor if you need anything.”Before she could react, he shut the door and left. Just like that.Pat stood there, still, heart pounding, hand hanging in the air like it was waiting for a second chance.“Follow him, Andrew,” she whispered. “Just follow, without being noticed.”Andrew didn’t argue. He moved quickly but quietly, trailing behind him. Pat stayed behind, watching from a distance.They saw him enter a hospital.“Do you want us to go inside?” Andrew asked, voice low. “You probably have a grandchild in there.”Pat shook her head. “No, I can’t face them now. I’ll brea
“I must say,” the doctor began, removing her gloves and adjusting her coat, “she’s one hell of a strong woman. Contractions hit hard but… mother and girls are doing well.”For a second, Tim didn’t move. Then he moved forward and hugged the doctor so tightly she stumbled a bit.“Thank you, Doctor. Thank you!” he said, breathless with joy. “I’m an uncle… It feels so good.”Before the doctor could reply, Flora and Isabella burst into the waiting room, their faces lit up. They had heard Tim shouting and came running. The three of them embraced each other, laughing and spinning around like school kids on break.Jeff stood at a distance, watching them. He didn’t join in the hug, but he didn’t need to. In his heart, something shifted. A weight, no, a heavy one was lifted. For the first time in days, his chest wasn’t tight, and his breaths didn’t feel like punishment.Finally… some good news.If it was left to him, he would have marched straight into Angelie’s room to see her and the babies.
“What are you saying?” Jeff asked slowly, trying hard to keep his voice down. “Nobody else has access to that warehouse. And what about the security we put there?”“They passed out,” Fred replied, looking around as if the walls had ears. “I was the one that woke them up.”“Shit,” Jeff muttered under his breath, glancing toward the hospital corridor.?He immediately lowered his tone, not wanting to draw attention.His eyes met Fred’s. He gave a quick signal with his chin. “Follow me outside.”The moment they got to the parking lot, Jeff's mind began racing. “Who could’ve had access to that place…?”And then, just like that, it hit him.He didn’t say another word.Leaving Fred standing there confused, he flagged down a taxi and jumped in. The driver barely got a location before Jeff barked, “Just drive, fast”*****“You must have seen your son by now, Mr. Hanson.”“Yes,” Simeon replied. “I know I can always count on you, Lu.”“Good,” Grandpa Lu said, hands folded behind him. “Then unders
“Hold on, Martha, I can’t run more than this… I might as well die before the rescue team finds us.”Angelie’s legs gave way and she slumped against a tree trunk, panting like someone who had been running from a lion.Martha knelt beside her, holding her hand tightly. Her chest was rising and falling fast.“I know, I know… rest small, but we can’t stay here too long. If Mr. John sees us, I’m dead, and you, kiss your family goodbye.”Angelie looked around the bushy path they were hiding in. Everything felt surreal. She still couldn’t believe how fast it had all happened. Just an hour ago, she was in her room. Then Martha burst in, eyes wide, whispering for her to follow her. She didn’t ask questions. She just moved.And now here they were. Hiding in the heart of the island.“What if they don’t find us?” Angelie’s voice trembled, barely escaping her dry lips.“They will,” Martha said, gripping her hand. “I sent another message to that same number. They’ll track us. They’re already on the