LOGINSEREIAI woke up to quiet — the good kind, the kind that doesn’t make you brace for what comes next. Sunlight cut through the gap in the curtains in one long gold bar across the bed, and past the window the lake sat flat and bright, catching the light in scattered pieces like someone had tipped a handful of coins across the water.I stretched without hurrying, in no rush to start moving. The other side of the bed was empty, sheets still holding Valerian’s warmth, and somewhere out past the window I could hear him — a chair scraping, the deck boards giving under his weight. I smiled at nothing, at no one, then got up, pulled a blanket around my shoulders, and went to find him barefoot.He was out on the deck already, a mug in each hand, the lake behind him doing that thing where the morning light turns everything pink and gold at once, like it was staged just for him. He glanced up at the sound of the door.“Morning.”“Morning.”I took the coffee, my fingers catching his for a second,
SEREIAThe sun was already warm by the time I made it downstairs, and I blamed myself for that — I’d lingered in bed far longer than I should have, letting the morning stretch out lazy and slow, in no hurry to start a day that already felt different from the ones before it. A few weeks had passed since everything settled. Since Liyana came home. Since the nightmare that had swallowed our lives finally let go. Since things started feeling, impossibly, like they were ours again.The house was too quiet when I stepped into the hallway, and for half a second the old fear flickered — that particular kind of quiet I used to dread, the one that meant something was wrong. But then I heard it: muffled giggling drifting up from the kitchen, someone shushing someone else and failing badly at it. I let the breath go and smiled as I walked down the stairs barefoot, the wood cool under my feet.The kitchen door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of light and flour dust to spill into the ha
SEREIAThe drive home was quiet, but not the heavy kind — the kind where neither of us needed to fill it. City lights blurred past the window, gold and red bleeding into each other, and I watched them without really seeing them. Valerian’s thumb kept tracing slow circles on my palm, and I didn't want him to stop.He cut the engine in the driveway. The mansion sat dark except for one light in the foyer — Gracie's doing. Liyana was already asleep upstairs. The house was, for the first time in longer than I could remember was entirely ours.He turned to look at me. "Ready?"I nodded because I couldn't trust my voice with anything more.He came around to my side, opened the door, took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and led me up the steps. The door clicked shut behind us — soft, but final, the way doors sound when something is actually ending and something else is actually beginning.The foyer clock ticked into the silence. I listened for some sign of Liyana upst
SEREIAThe front door barely clicked shut before I heard the tornado coming.“Mommy! Mommy! He’s here!”Liyana hit the stairs at a dead sprint, purple dress swirling, rabbit dangling from one fist like she’d forgotten she was holding it. A week ago she could barely make it to the bathroom without stopping to catch her breath. Now she nearly took out the side table.I caught my coffee cup before it tipped and watched her launch herself at Valerian the second he stepped through the door, full body, no hesitation, like he might disappear if she didn’t get there fast enough.“Daddy!”He caught her mid-air with a grunt that turned into a laugh halfway through. “Easy — you’re going to knock me over.”“You’re too big to knock over!”“I was only gone two hours.”“That’s too long,” she said, face already mashed into his shoulder, and he just kissed the top of her head like that settled it.“I agree.”I stood in the doorway and didn’t say anything. Daddy. Like she’d been saying it her whole lif
SEREIAThe hospital room felt smaller than it had three weeks ago.. Maybe I was just ready to leave. The white walls. The beeping machines. The smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes even after I changed. Liyana had been cleared for discharge that morning. Dr. Hayes said her counts were stable. Her body was accepting the marrow. She needed rest, good food and love."We can go home today " I told her excitedly.She was sitting up in bed her rabbit tucked under her arm her hair finally brushed. Color had returned to her cheeks. The dark circles under her eyes were fading."Home home?" she asked. She sounded curious."Home home " I replied with a smile.She looked at Valerian. He was standing by the window his hands in his pockets watching us."Is Daddy coming?" she asked.My chest tightened. She had been calling him that since she woke up. Every time. No hesitation. No awkwardness. Like she had always known.Valerian walked to the bed. Sat on the edge. "I'm coming, one " he said
SEREIAThree days went by slowly.I sat next to Liyana’s bed every morning every afternoon and every night. Valerian sat on the side of her bed. We did not talk much. There was nothing to say. We just sat there. Watched her breathe. We listened to the machines beeping. We saw the color coming back to her cheeks.I couldn’t stop thinking about the night Liyana was conceived. I remembered the rain, the street and the man who yelled at me. I remembered the bar and the whiskey. I remembered his hands on my waist and his mouth on my neck. It was one night. One stupid night.. Now we had a daughter.I looked at Valerian across Liyana’s bed. He was staring at her face. He did not know I was watching him. He did not know I was thinking about that night.I looked away as blush creeped up my cheeks.---On the third day Liyana’s fingers moved. I was holding her hand when it happened. It was a small movement. I thought I had imagined it. Then her eyes flittered open."Liyana?" My voice was roug
SEREIAThe elevator was silent and the tension on it was thick enough to be cut with a knife but thankfully the elevator moved fast. I stared at the steel floor feeling the weight of everything that had just happened.“You fired her.” I whispered holding my CV tightly in my hands.“She was incompet
SEREIAThe air in the Nethrix lobby always felt five degrees colder than the New York air. I stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, my heels clicking against the marbled floor.I walked towards my desk and sat on my chair as I checked my reflection on the compact mirror making sure I looked
SEREIAI stumbled out of the office, the folders of the report felt like lead in my hands. My eyes blurred with tears but I refused cry atleast not over paper.I’d spent the entire half of the morning ensuring the margins were perfect and the staples were at a 45- degree angle only to be told the p
SEREIAMonday morning arrived quicker than I expected, I had spent the weekend preparing for the meeting and of course researching about the great Valerian Ashford.Turns out he is a billionaire tech CEO. His company is called Nethrix and they build elite cybersecurity and infrastructure systems us







