Mia's POVThe morning sun cast long shadows across the construction site as I surveyed what would soon become the children's center. Yellow tape marked the boundaries of our project, and stakes with bright ribbons outlined where the main building would stand. The autumn breeze carried the scent of freshly turned earth and the lingering sweetness of late-blooming wildflowers."The drainage system needs to be adjusted here," I noted, marking the spot on my tablet. The ground sloped slightly more than our initial surveys had indicated, which could affect the garden terracing. "We'll need to factor in additional retaining walls."Sarah, one of the junior architects, made a note. "Should we modify the existing plans for the sensory garden?""No, let's work with the natural grade." I traced the path with my finger. "The slope could actually enhance the waterfall feature. We'll just need to—"A rustle in the tall grass near the property line caught my attention. At first, I thought it might
Mia's POV"Alright, Gasoline," Dr. Wilson smiled as she finished the examination. "You're a bit undernourished, but otherwise healthy." She scratched behind Gas's ears, earning an enthusiastic tail wag. "He's probably around six months old, and despite his rough start, he seems to have a great temperament."I watched as Gas leaned into the vet's touch, his earlier wariness completely gone. "Any special care instructions?""We'll start him on supplements for the malnutrition," she said, making notes in his new medical file. "I'll also give you deworming medication and schedule his vaccinations. But mostly he just needs good food and lots of love." She smiled. "Though from what I've seen, that won't be a problem."After collecting prescriptions and scheduling follow-up appointments, we headed to PetSmart. Gas sat in the shopping cart like a king on his throne, drawing coos from every employee and customer we passed."You're going to be spoiled rotten," I told him as I added another toy
Mia's POVThe autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I watched Gasoline bound across the park lawn, his golden-brown fur catching the morning light. He raced ahead, then circled back, as if making sure I was still following. For a former stray, he'd adapted remarkably fast and well to domestic life - though his enthusiasm sometimes overwhelmed even me."Gasoline!" I called as he charged toward a group of dogs near the walking path. "Be nice!""Interesting name choice," Nate commented beside me, expertly handling the leashes of his three dogs. "Most people go with Max or Buddy.""He named himself, really." I smiled as Gasoline approached Nate's dogs with typical exuberance. "Your three seem very well-behaved.""Meet the gang," Nate gestured to each dog in turn. "Einstein here is the mastermind," he pointed to a dignified grey Weimaraner. "Schrödinger," a black Scottish Terrier, "is simultaneously well-behaved and chaos incarnate. And this little lady," he scratched behind
**Mia's POV**"Would you like water?" Dr. Sarah Matthews asked, already reaching for the glass carafe on her side table. "You seem tense today.""Just tired," I admitted, accepting the water gratefully. "Gasoline decided 3 AM was the perfect time for a barking concert."She smiled, settling into her chair. "Tell me about him. Pets can be incredibly therapeutic.""He's..." I found myself grinning. "He's chaos incarnate. Yesterday he decided my architectural sketches would make excellent chew toys. But then he gives me those eyes, and somehow I can't stay mad.""Having something to care for can be healing," Dr. Matthews observed. "How are you sleeping, aside from canine concerts?""Better, actually. The nightmares about the stairs are less frequent." I traced the rim of my water glass. "Though sometimes I still wake up thinking I feel them - the babies, I mean. Moving.""That's completely normal," she assured me. "Grief has its own timeline. How do you handle those moments?""I used to
Mia's POVMy phone buzzed again with another message from the unknown number, making me sigh as I opened it."You like to shuttle between different men, sister," Taylor's text read, dripping with familiar venom.My gaze lingered on the attached photo showing Nate and me at the dog park, heads close together in what looked like an intimate conversation. So that's why Kyle called that day. Taylor must have sent him the same photo.I stared at the image, studying the careful angle that made a simple conversation look like something more. Classic Taylor, always manipulating perceptions."Don't you ever get tired of playing this game?" I typed back, surprising myself with how steady my fingers felt. "Stop bothering to follow me, or I will sue you for stalking."The response was immediate: "Is that a threat, dear sister? 😘""No, it's a promise." More messages flooded in:"You think you're so special now?""Just because Kyle's been playing nice?""We both know you'll always be second best.
**Mia's POV**The email from Nate's office arrived just as I was reviewing the construction timeline. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the payment notification - the second installment for the children's center design was more than I'd expected."Mrs. Branson?" Sarah appeared in my office doorway. "The construction team is ready for the final site review.""Coming." I gathered my tablet, still processing the number in my account. Part of me wanted to refuse it - it seemed too generous. But I knew my designs were good. For once, I wasn't going to downplay my worth.The autumn air was crisp as we walked the site. Yellow safety tape marked where my vision would soon become reality. My phone buzzed with Scarlett's distinctive tone - the special ringtone she'd programmed herself months ago."Please tell me you're not bailing on my birthday!" she said before I could even say hello."Would I do that to you?" I smiled, watching the construction team mark foundation points."You would
**Mia's POV**The bass throbbed through my bones as I threw back another shot of tequila. The salt lingered on my tongue, mixing with the lime's tartness in a way that made my head spin pleasantly. Paradise's blue lights painted everything in dreamy shades, making the whole scene feel surreal."Another round?" Daniel grinned, already signaling the waitress. His dancer outfit glittered under the strobing lights, though he'd put on a mesh shirt after his performance. Up close, his warm brown eyes held an intelligence that seemed at odds with the setting."Why not?" I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in months. "It's Scarlett's birthday after all." I gestured vaguely toward where my friend was thoroughly enjoying herself with one of the other dancers."Speaking of Scarlett..." Daniel's eyes twinkled as he poured fresh shots. "She seems to be having an excellent time with Jake."I turned to see Scarlett locked in what could only be described as an enthusiastic kiss with her dancer. "Oh
**Kyle's POV**"Sir, Mrs. Branson was seen at the park again this morning." James shifted uncomfortably in front of my desk. "With Dr. Pierce."My fingers tightened on the pen I was holding. "I thought I made it clear that Mrs. Branson's movements were no longer to be reported.""Yes, sir, but—""Then why are you here?"James cleared his throat. "Given the circumstances, I thought you should know that Mrs. Branson appears to be spending considerable time with—""That will be all." The pen snapped in my grip, ink staining my fingers. Perfect. Just perfect.After he left, I stared at the dark stain spreading across the reports I'd been reviewing. Mia's signature was still visible at the bottom - neat, precise strokes that somehow looked different now. When had that changed?My phone felt heavy in my hand as I pulled up her number. Three rings before she answered."What?" Her voice was cool, distant. "The dog park?" The words came out sharper than intended. "Really, Mia?""Are you havin
Mia's POVA week had passed since the twins were born, and my body was slowly healing. Today had been a good day. I'd spent the morning in the NICU with Alexander and Ethan. Both boys were showing improvement—Alexander had been taken off the ventilator yesterday, now breathing with just a little oxygen support. Ethan was still on the ventilator, but the doctors said his lungs were getting stronger every day. I'd been able to hold Alexander for the first time, his tiny body nestled against my chest during our first skin-to-skin contact. The feelings that washed over me were indescribable.Kyle's absence lingered. He hadn't called. I'd tried reaching him twice more, but each time I only got his private nurse, who assured me he was "resting" or "in physical therapy.""It's okay," I said, more to myself than to my mother. "He's recovering too."I was so lost in these thoughts that I almost didn't hear the knock at my door."Come in," I called, expecting Mom or Scarlett with the afternoon
Mia's POVI was finally strong enough to be wheeled to the NICU. The actual sight of my sons—not through a screen—overwhelmed me completely. They were impossibly small. Baby A seemed more active, his little fists waving. Baby B was quieter, more still."Can I touch them?" I asked the nurse."Yes, through the ports. But hygiene is crucial."I reached through the isolette opening for Baby A. His skin was warm, softer than anything I'd ever felt. When I touched his palm, his fingers curled around mine."Hi, baby," I whispered. "I'm your mama."The tears came then, pouring out."Careful," the nurse reminded gently. "We can't let any fluids inside the isolette. Premature babies have extremely compromised immune systems."I nodded, wiping my face with my other hand before reaching for Baby B. He was equally tiny, equally perfect."Have you thought about names?" the nurse asked."Not
Mia's POV"Mia?" The voice was far away. Familiar but distorted.I tried to respond, but my throat was sandpaper. Where was I? What happened?"Mia, sweetie. Can you hear me?" Closer now. Mom's voice. But different. Strained.Slowly, I forced my eyes open. The fluorescent lights above were too bright. I blinked rapidly, tears forming as my vision adjusted."Oh, thank God." That was Scarlett. "She's awake."The room came into focus gradually. Hospital room. Machines everywhere. Tubes running from my arms. A catheter. The smell of antiseptic was overwhelming."What..." My voice came out as a rasp. "What happened?""Shhh." Mom's cool hand on my forehead. "Don't try to talk yet.""Kyle," I managed to croak. "Where's Kyle?"Mom and Scarlett exchanged a glance."Mia, honey, you need to stay calm," Mom said."My babies." Panic rose in my chest. "The twins. Where are they?""They're fine," Scarlett said quickly. "Both of them. Healthy and perfect.""How long have I been...""Three days," Mom s
Kyle's POVPain. My eyelids felt like lead weights, but I forced them open anyway.Hospital room. Stark white. The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils. A heart monitor beeped steadily beside my bed, its rhythm matching the throbbing in my chest. I tried to move, but tubes and wires restrained me. My throat was sandpaper dry when I swallowed."Mr. Branson?" A voice. Female. Sharp. "Sir, can you hear me?""Mia," I croaked. God, my voice sounded like gravel. "Where is she? Is she—""Please don't try to sit up, sir." The nurse—young, efficient-looking—pressed her hand gently on my shoulder. "You've had major surgery.""Answer me.""I'll get the doctor immediately."A doctor bustled in. Older man, silver at his temples. Professional mask in place. "Mr. Branson, I'm Dr. Harrison. You've been through extensive surgery. The bullet—""I don't care about the bullet. I want to know what happen to my wife"Dr. Harrison exchanged a look with the nurses. My stomach dropped. No."Your wife..." He pa
Mia's POVPain unlike anything I'd ever known tore through my body, a white-hot blade slicing from my spine to my abdomen. The contractions were relentless now, coming one after another without respite, each one stronger than the last. I could feel myself slipping, the edges of my consciousness growing dim."Her blood pressure is dropping again—80/40," a nurse called out, her voice tight with tension. "Heart rate 135.""She's hemorrhaging," Dr. Levine's voice cut through the haze. "Looks like a partial placental abruption. We need to get these babies out now."A mask was placed over my face, the rush of oxygen cool against my skin. The room swam before my eyes, faces blurring into indistinct shapes as blood loss pulled me closer to unconsciousness."Type and cross for four units of packed cells, two units of fresh frozen plasma, and one unit of platelets," Dr. Levine ordered. "And get me an OR. We're doing an emergency C-section."My body felt foreign to me now—heavy and light simulta
Kyle's POVPain. Unimaginable pain.My consciousness came in waves, each one bringing a fresh torrent of agony. The bullet had torn through me like fire, leaving devastation in its wake. I could hear voices around me, urgent and clinical, but they seemed to be coming from underwater, distorted and distant."BP dropping again!""More blood, now!""We're losing him!"I felt myself slipping. The pain began to recede, replaced by a strange weightlessness that should have alarmed me but instead felt oddly peaceful. Was this what dying felt like?The operating room faded around me. The harsh lights, the metallic clink of instruments, the desperate commands of the surgical team. All of it dissolved into a soft darkness.And then, unexpectedly, light.I was small again. Six years old, terrified, huddled in the corner of a damp warehouse. The ropes had cut into my wrists, leaving them raw and bleeding. I could still feel the ache of hunger, the desperate thirst that had made my tongue stick to
Mia's POV"KYLE!" My scream echoed through the hospital corridor as they wheeled him away, his blood leaving a horrifying trail on the white floor. The medical team moved with terrifying urgency, their faces grim."BP critical at 70/30!" "He's tachycardic, pulse 140!" "Blood loss approximately two liters!" "Move, people! We're losing him!"I lunged forward, desperate to reach him, my hands outstretched toward his motionless form. His face had turned an ashen gray, lips tinged blue, eyelids still. So still. Not like Kyle at all."Ma'am, STOP!" A nurse blocked my path as they rushed Kyle through swinging doors marked AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. "You can't go in there.""He's dying!" I sobbed, my voice breaking. "He took that bullet for me!""If you want him to live, you need to let the surgical team work," she said firmly, gripping my shoulders. "And you—" her eyes dropped to my blood-spattered belly, "—need immedia
Kyle's POVMia.She was alive.The maintenance door opened into a utility closet adjacent to the main room. Through a narrow ventilation grille, I could see part of the penthouse interior—plush furnishings, expensive artwork. A man's voice continued speaking, the tone cultured and cold."...the Branson bloodline ends today."I'd heard enough.The door burst open under my shoulder, splinters flying as the reinforced wood gave way. The scene unfolded before me with crystal clarity—Mia, bound and terrified. Charles Porter, gun raised. Nate Pierce, lunging forward too late.My first shot took Porter in the shoulder, spinning him away from Mia. The second caught him in the upper chest, not immediately fatal but debilitating.Our eyes locked across the room—his filled with shock and hatred, mine with the cold certainty of a man protecting what was his."Kyle," Mia gasped, her voice breaking through the ringing in my ears.Porter recovered with surprising speed, raising his weapon toward me
Kyle's POVTime became a physical entity, something I could feel slipping through my fingers as I raced across the Atlantic. Seven hours had never felt so eternal.As soon as the plane touched down in New York, I was already on my phone. "Status update," I demanded, not bothering with pleasantries."No response from Ms. Williams," Matthew replied, his usual professional detachment wavering slightly. "Her phone appears to be turned off. We've checked her apartment—she's not there. Her mother hasn't seen her since this morning.""And Nate Pierce?""Still tracking. His digital footprint is... unusual. Almost professionally scrubbed.""What about the surveillance feeds? I know you have access."Matthew hesitated. "We've been searching traffic cameras near her building, sir. Nothing conclusive yet.""Keep looking," I said, already striding toward the waiting car. "And tell the security team at her apartment to stay alert. I want to know the instant she returns."But she hadn't returned. Fo