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Is It a Yes or a No…?

Author: Neena
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 00:28:38

Jeremy’s face goes completely blank and the silence that follows stretches so long I start counting the seconds in my head.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Then he stands up fast enough that the chair legs scrape against the floor, and he’s running both hands through his hair, fingers dragging through the dark strands until they stick up at odd angles.

He starts pacing—three steps toward the window, pivot, three steps back toward the door, pivot again.

I watch his mouth press into a hard line, watch his
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  • What We Kept In The Dark   What Is She Doing Here…?

    I’m sitting in Jeremy’s car and my hands won’t stop trembling in my lap no matter how hard I try to control them.I keep twisting my fingers together, pulling them apart, twisting them again in this endless loop I can’t seem to break.The silence between us feels thick enough to choke on.Jeremy glances over at me, then reaches across the center console and covers both my hands with one of his, warm and solid and steady.“It’s going to be fine.”I want to believe him so badly it physically hurts.“What if someone from his family is there?” I ask. “What if we run into someone familiar or—”“It’s a huge hospital, Cam. Five floors. Hundreds of people. The chances are basically zero.” He cuts in “But they go there. His whole family gets treated there.” I say“By their private physician on the top floor. We’re going to the general OB clinic on three. Different wings. Different elevators. We’re not going to see them.”He squeezes my hands once before letting go and putting the car in driv

  • What We Kept In The Dark   Is It a Yes or a No…?

    Jeremy’s face goes completely blank and the silence that follows stretches so long I start counting the seconds in my head.One.Two.Three.Four.Then he stands up fast enough that the chair legs scrape against the floor, and he’s running both hands through his hair, fingers dragging through the dark strands until they stick up at odd angles.He starts pacing—three steps toward the window, pivot, three steps back toward the door, pivot again.I watch his mouth press into a hard line, watch his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, watch the way he won’t look at me even though I’m sitting right here waiting for an answer.He’s fighting with himself.I can see the whole war playing out across his face, the way his eyebrows pull together and then relax, the way he keeps opening his mouth like he’s about to say something and then closing it again.He’s going to say no.Of course he’s going to say no.I just asked him to lie to medical professionals, to pretend to be the father of a baby

  • What We Kept In The Dark   The Request

    I’m still in bed when Jeremy comes back three hours later, propped up against the pillows, the plate of toast and scrambled eggs he made me eat sitting empty on the nightstand.“It’s done,” he says, holding up my phone. “Everything’s wiped. I had him do a full factory reset and reinstall everything fresh. If there was a tracker on there, it’s gone now.”He hands it to me and I turn it on, watching the screen light up.The loading screen feels like it takes forever, that little spinning circle mocking me while I wait to see just how many messages are waiting.Thirty-two missed calls.Forty-seven text messages.Eight voicemails.All from Ryan except for the one from Reina.I scroll through Ryan’s messages without opening them, just reading the preview text that shows up on the lock screen.“Where are you”“Answer your phone”“This isn’t funny Camille”“I know you’re ignoring me”“We need to talk”They get progressively angrier as I scroll down, his carefully controlled mask slipping wi

  • What We Kept In The Dark   The Complication

    I wake up to the feeling of something cool pressed against my forehead and for a second I don’t know where I am, I don't remember how I got here.The ceiling above me isn’t mine.Neither is the bed.I try to sit up and a hand gently pushes me back down.“Easy,” Jeremy’s voice says from somewhere close. “Don’t move too fast.”My eyes focus and he’s sitting in a chair beside the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, and the relief that washes over his face when he sees I’m awake is so obvious it startles me.“What happened?” My voice comes out rough, scratchy.“You passed out. Scared the hell out of me.”There’s someone else in the room—an older woman with graying hair pulled back in a neat bun, kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed.“Who—”“This is Mrs. Kimberly,” Jeremy says. “Sasha’s mom. She lives downstairs. She’s a nurse.”Mrs. Kimberly steps closer and pulls a chair up on the other side of the bed, reaching for my

  • What We Kept In The Dark   Breaking The News

    Jeremy’s standing in the hallway watching me and the second he sees my face his whole expression shifts, concern replacing everything else.“Cam—”“Tracker,” I cut him off, and my voice sounds strange in my own ears, too high and unsteady. “What tracker was he talking about? How does he know where I’ve been?”Jeremy exhales slowly, runs both hands through his hair until it stands up in different directions.“Ryan has this thing he does. Puts tracking apps on people’s phones—girlfriends, business partners, anyone he thinks he needs to keep tabs on. It’s something he’s been doing for years.”“And you knew about this?”“I knew he did it to other people. I had no idea he was doing it to you.”The floor seems to tilt under my feet and I close my eyes, trying to process what that means.Every coffee shop I’ve been to, every time I met Reina, every doctor’s appointment, every single place I’ve gone for who knows how long—he knew.He was watching me.Monitoring my every move.“How long?” My v

  • What We Kept In The Dark   The Tracker

    “Jer! I know you’re home, open up!”Ryan’s fist hammers against the door and the sound tears through the apartment, sharp and demanding.He’s here.Actually here, on the other side of that door, and I don’t understand how this is possible.I didn’t tell anyone I was coming to Jeremy’s—not my parents, not even Reina. The only person who knew I was going to the clinic was Reina, and I never mentioned Jeremy’s name.So how does he know?Jeremy’s already moving toward the door and panic floods through me so fast I don’t think, just react, grabbing his arm and digging my fingers into his sleeve hard enough that he stops.“Wait.” I say, pulling him back. “Please, wait.”He turns to look at me and I can see the confusion spreading across his face, his eyebrows pulling together.“What’s wrong?”“He can’t know I’m here,” I say, keeping my voice low even though Ryan’s still pounding on the door. “Please, Jeremy. Don’t tell him I’m here.”“Cam, I don’t understand, why would—”“Please.” My voice

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