LOGINThe hospital had grown quieter for Lisha. Not because the noise had disappeared but because she had finally stopped fighting it.The machines, the footsteps, the distant voices… they no longer felt overwhelming. They were just there. Like everything else she could no longer change. She sat by the window that morning, sunlight resting gently on her face. Her hands lay still in her lap.“I can’t change it…” she whispered to herself.The words hurt. But they didn’t break her this time.Across the corridor, in another room—Dave’s fingers twitched and his breathing shifted.Slowly… painfully…His eyes opened.Blurred light. A ceiling he didn’t recognize. Then memory hit him all at once.The road.The crash.Ava.His chest tightened.“Ava…” he croaked weakly.A nurse rushed in immediately. “Sir, you’re awake. Try not to move.”Dave’s eyes darted around. “My daughter—where is she?!”The nurse hesitated. That silence again. The kind that carried too much truth. Dave’s face crumpled.“No…” he
The road home felt endless. The sky was gray, matching everything inside the car. Lisha sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes swollen from crying. She hadn’t said a word since they left the cemetery.Dave drove.But he wasn’t really there.His mind replayed everything—Ava’s voice.Her small hand in his.The sound of soil hitting her coffin. The gossip about Lisha which to him was partly true.“I should have stayed home more…” he whispered.“What?” Lisha asked faintly.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.A flash of memory—Ava laughing.Ava saying, *“I’ll play with my rabbit.”*His vision blurred and a horn blared loudly. Bright lights rushed toward them.Lisha turned sharply. “Dave—!”**CRASH.**Darkness swallowed everything.Two weeks passed.The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Lisha’s eyes fluttered open slowly. Her body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to her, she was in pain .She blinked, trying to focus all
The hospital room had changed. It no longer felt like a place for recovery. It felt like a place for goodbye.Soft toys filled the corners now. Balloons floated near the ceiling. Crayon drawings were taped carefully onto the walls — crooked, colorful, full of life that didn’t match the quiet machines surrounding Ava’s bed.She looked smaller each day.But when she smiled… the whole room still lit up.The door opened gently.Gladys walked in first, her usual elegance shaken, her eyes already red. Behind her, Mr Wellis stepped in slower than usual — no sharp remarks, no clever words.Just silence.Lisha stood up immediately. “Gladys… Dad…”Gladys rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Oh my baby…” she whispered, even though Lisha was no longer a child.Mr Wellis placed a steady hand on Dave’s shoulder.No jokes and sarcasm this time around. Just a quiet squeeze.“I’m here,” he said simply.Dave nodded, unable to speak.Ava stirred slightly.“Grandma?” she said weakly.Gladys tu
The house had become a place people passed through. Shoes by the door. Laptop bags on the table. Phone calls echoing through hallways. But not much time. Lisha had also found a nanny for little Ava to keep her company. Ava sat on the couch one afternoon wrapped in her small pink blanket. Her stuffed rabbit rested in her lap. Her cartoon played quietly on the television, but she barely watched it. Her small nose was red. Her breathing slightly heavy. The nanny was almost busy all the time cleaning the mess left by Lisha and Dave to pay attention to little Ava. She coughed again. “Mommy?” she called softly. But the house answered with silence. Lisha had left early that morning for a meeting with investors. Dave had already been at the bakery since 4 a.m. Ava leaned her head back against the couch. “I’m okay,” she whispered to her rabbit, copying something she had once heard her parents say. Over the next few days, the cough didn’t go away. She became quieter.
In several years the evening used to be the loudest time in their house.Ava’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Dave chasing her around the couch. Lisha reading bedtime stories in dramatic voices that made Ava laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe.But lately, the house had grown… quiet.Too quiet.---It started a few months earlier in Mr Wellis’ office.The old man sat behind his large desk, glasses low on his nose, reviewing documents. For the first time since Lisha had known him, he looked tired.“Sit down,” he said gently.Lisha frowned. “You look serious.”“I am serious,” he replied. “I’m getting old.”“You’re dramatic.”“I’m realistic.”He folded his hands together. “This company needs someone who understands it. Someone I trust.”Lisha already knew where this was going.“You’re the only heir,” he continued. “And you’re smart. Smarter than most people working here.”Lisha hesitated. “Dad… I have Ava.”“I know.”“I have Dave, the house, the bakery business we help with…”“And you ha
The new house smelled like fresh paint, new furniture… and cinnamon bread.Dave insisted on bringing some pastries from the bakery, even though Lisha kept telling him, “It’s a housewarming, not a bakery convention.”But Dave had placed trays everywhere anyway. On the kitchen island. On the coffee table. Even beside the flowers.Above the doorway hung a wooden sign that read:**WELCOME HOME**And on the dining table sat a framed photo of the newest pride of Dave’s growing business:**LOVE AVA BAKERY – SECOND BRANCH NOW OPEN**Guests filled the living room, laughing and chatting. Bakery workers, friends, neighbors — everyone proud of how far Dave had come.Dave stood near the window holding little Eva, who was chewing on the ribbon of a balloon. Lisha walked up beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist.“Second branch owner,” she teased. “Mr Big Business.”Dave shook his head. “I still wake up thinking someone will call and say it was a mistake.”“Well,” she said, smiling, “it was
Husband and wife still debating on who should eat the food first , Lisha decided to clear all suspicion by eating first hence Dave finally ate his breakfast with relief. Later in the day Lisha took that small bottle tha she was given by Akua , measured with a teaspoon and drank it. “You know the d
All through the night Dave and Lisha thought of plans to destroy each other.Dave had reached a conclusion.“If you want something done right, hire a professional.” Dave proudly thought to himself. After three online searches, two suspicious phone calls, and one man who might actually have been a pl
Going back home was a tough decision for Dave but he knew he had to get up and face being a man and most importantly being a dad.Weeks pass by of Dave being a trying father. The email came at 08:12 a.m. Dave had been awake since 5:30 — not because of the baby this time, but because of hope. He sat
“What is his name again?, the man who scammed you”.“Well it was two men but they said their boss wan a guy named Erikson Raymond “.“Aha!, no wonder I dislike that man”.“You know him sir?”“Yes , I see him at the golf course from time to time, don’t worry I’ll sort it out”.“Thank you so much sir







