Mag-log inSix months had passed since the retreat. Six months since Elise had learned to breathe again.The wellness center’s opening day had arrived, and Elise found herself in the main hall watching sunlight stream through tall windows onto walls painted in soft, calming colors. In one corner, a reading nook with comfortable chairs waited. In another, a meditation room with cushions and peaceful artwork invited stillness.“Nervous?” Lucas asked, appearing at her elbow with a clipboard.“I am,” she admitted. “What if no one comes? What if they come and we can’t help them? What if—”“What if you stop catastrophizing and trust that you built something beautiful?” He smiled. “The first group arrives in an hour. Everything’s ready. You’re ready.”Elise took a breath, nodding. They’d worked for months on this—hiring counselors, designing programs, creating a space that felt safe and healing. She’d poured everything she’d learned from her own grief into making this place what she’d needed when she
The news reached Alejandro’s phone at midnight.He was in his study, reviewing contracts when Lucas’ call came in.“Boss, you need to hear this. Clara Stanton was in an accident tonight. She survived it, but—” Lucas paused. “It’s bad. Spinal cord injury. The doctors are saying she’s paralyzed from the neck down. And there’s brain damage.”Alejandro set down his pen slowly. “Where is she?”“City General. Margaret’s with her.” Another pause. “There’s more. They found her phone at the scene. She’d been taking photos of the gallery where you and Ma’am Elise were. They think she was following you.”A cold chill settled in Alejandro’s chest. “So she violated her house arrest to stalk my wife.”“Looks that way. But now…” Lucas sighed. “Now she’s in a hospital bed, unable to move or speak. The doctor I contacted says she’ll need round-the-clock care for the rest of her life.”Alejandro leaned back in his chair. He should feel satisfaction, Clara had spent months trying to destroy Elise, and n
Elise A. Mendoza packed her small bag, folding each item carefully. Ranging from the dresses she wore to the journal she had filled with her happy times at the Centre to the note Alejandro had sent, alongside the bouquet. Patricia had already left, tearfully exchanging phone numbers and promises to stay in touch.The week had been better than Elise had expected. Aside from the point of reconciliation that she had come with herself and Alejandro, she had made new friends and bonds. Something that she might have never done if she had stayed stuck in the walls of Alejandro’s estate. There was a soft knock on the door frame. Alejandro stood in the doorway, his own bag slung over his shoulder. “Ready?”She zipped her duffel closed. “I think so.”They’d agreed the night before, that he would drive her back. The only thing they had not decided on was whether Elise wanted to move back immediately.The other retreat attendees were gathering in the courtyard for final goodbyes. Dr. Reyes sto
That night, a heavy storm filled the whole arena. Elise had been sitting in the common room after dinner, half-listening to Patricia describe her grandchildren while thunder rumbled distantly. Most of the retreat attendees were scattered around when the lights flickered and went out completely.The room plunged into darkness so absolute that Elise couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face. “Everyone stay calm,” Dr. Reyes’s voice cut through the rising murmurs. “This happens sometimes with storms. I’ll get the…”Before she could finish, thunder cracked overhead causing the windows to rattle.Elise’s breath caught in her throat.Suddenly she wasn’t in the retreat center anymore. She was back in the mill. Smoke filled her lungs and pressed in from all sides. She felt the heat of flames she couldn’t see but could feel getting closer. Her chest tightened. The walls seemed to contract around her.“I need—” she gasped, standing abruptly. “I need to—”She couldn’t finish the sentence,
The way Elise left Alejandro and went back to her room could not exactly be explained, but in that moment, she gave no response to him. Mostly because what did she want to really say? She skipped dinner for that day, munching on the snacks she had packed as she hated to face Alejandro, in fear that in his presence, her legs might wobble. Yet all through the night, she could barely sleep, restlessly shifting from side to side. “Hmmm…” Elise exhaled softly, raising her back from the bed while folding her legs into themselves. She picked up her phone and scrolled to the old chats she had shared with Alejandro. “I have been thinking of you all day” he had sent with a picture of him. Another one, where he mentioned, “I’ll be leaving work soon. Is there anything that you want?”She went on to read the messages they had shared, mostly from Alejandro, and found herself caught up in the excitement of their child. One thing was clear in all. Alejandro was not perfect but he had shown her
“Morning session starts in thirty minutes,” Patricia already dressed and pinning her grey hair, said brightly. “But breakfast is out on the terrace if you want something first.”Elise nodded, stretching slowly as she had only just gotten up from bed. For the first time in weeks, she’d slept through the night without waking in a panic. Not just that, compared to every other day that she had used vitamins to gather some strength for the day, she felt much lighter and energetic. Quickly taking her bath, Elise changed into a soft cream blouse and loose pants, then packed her hair into a low ponytail. When she stepped outside, the morning air was crisp and clean. The terrace now arranged with small tables set with fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee. About half the retreat attendees were already scattered across the space, eating quietly and chatting in low voices.Elise filled a plate without thinking much about it and turned to find a seat. In front of her was an empty table, much to he







