LOGINThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next
ThomasI never thought loving someone could hurt this much until I met Kiara.I always knew she hadn’t fully forgotten Jake. That truth had always lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, like a shadow I chose to ignore. But I never believed it would come to this. I told myself that if it ever did—if one day she chose him over me—I would be mature enough to understand it. I convinced myself I was prepared.After everything I had been through—the gunshot, the hospital, the constant feeling of standing on the edge between life and death, fighting for just one more day—I thought nothing could hit me harder than that. I thought I had already endured the worst kind of pain a person could feel.I was wrong.This… this was worse. Far worse than the bullet that had torn through my body. That pain had been physical, sharp, immediate—but it had an end. It could be numbed, treated, healed. What I felt now was something entirely different. This pain didn’t have a clear source I could touch or r
JakeMy phone rang in the morning.I looked beside me. Irina was still asleep, naked under the sheets.The caller ID didn’t recognize the number. I answered anyway.“Hello. Who is this?” I asked.There was silence on the other end.“Hello?” I insisted, not in the mood for nonsense.I thought it mig
Jake “Yes, she has a high chance of dying,” he stated, with a tone I didn’t like. I went from feeling hot to feeling cold. Goosebumps covered my skin, and my stomach no longer had room for coffee. “Kiara’s situation is complicated, and so is one of the babies’. But tomorrow, the other baby coul
Jake I knew I had to confront Kiara, and I couldn’t wait for another day. I told Irina that I suspected the truth about the babies. “So you’re saying you feel like Kiara’s babies might be yours and not Thomas’s?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised by what I had just told her. “But why do you thi
Jake I walked past Kiara and Thomas, holding Irina’s hand. What nonsense. Kiara is trying to drag me into some confusing game of senseless accusations. I could be many terrible things, but I would never send a text message about a baby’s health issues. As we walked toward the house, leaving Ki







