Until they reached the ground, the ride descended into an awfully tangible silence, a quiet that seemed to consume the space around them, wrapping them tightly in its invisible grip. Although it might have appeared that they were all engrossed, gazing through the glass wall, in stark reality, they were just staring into an abyss of nothingness. Christine cradled Ethan tenderly in her arms, her posture radiating an unspoken, fierce protectiveness. Once the immediate dread for Hunter's safety had dissipated, a wave of chilling concern for her son cascaded through her, washing over her in chilly, unsettling waves. Ethan's small frame was still trembling slightly, a manifestation of the massive guilt he was internalizing. For a boy of merely five, such guilt was a colossal weight, a burden too profound. His innocent wish had only ever been for his parents to be closer, to spend more cherished moments as a family. 'Did I make Daddy sick? What if he never forgives me? Or worse, never spea

‘Why is this uncle always getting his nose in other people's business?’‘Damn!’ Hunter cursed in his mind. ‘Why such bad timing? I cannot even convince myself to feel sorry for what I was about to do. Am I becoming a really bad person?’When nobody seemed willing to answer his question, Simon posed another one. “What are the three of you doing together?”Christine took in the gloominess crossing his usually cheerful features, and it instantly made her feel like a villain in his story. She did remember how the one he loved in the past betrayed him. And though she did not believe he held such great feelings for her as well, he was not deserving of the poor treatment from her side.‘How did I manage to get myself into th

A few hours ago:Jake understood that Christine was appalled by the mere thought that a ruthless murdered might be her father, so he needed to find out the truth. Not knowing is always worse than knowing, is fucking torment if one were to ask his opinion.‘She even ignored the danger by requesting me to contact him the other day.’It’s been days since he cloned Markus’ phone and started tracking his activity and he found out nothing. Why was that? To Jake’s surprise, there was not much activity at all. He didn’t dismiss the idea that the man discovered his little trick, therefore, he had to act as soon as possible. On the grounds of that, he decided to contact him.[“I’d like to meet you. I’m a friend of Christine Carter, I believe you remember me.”]He stared at the phone waiting for a reply. ‘Would he even text me back? Better not hold my breath.&rsquo

‘I love you…’  Those three magic words made her heart stop, then drum in her chest with an unhealthy force and rhythm for the poor organ. Without her knowledge, her frame started to shiver. Her insides were a mess, her feelings all over the place. She could feel the hair lift on the back of her head. He declared he wanted to spend his lifetime with her, and a lifetime seemed like such a long time. As much as it was painful for her to admit it, she was in love with him as well. Yet the things she hid from him, those things would turn his love for her into hate in a mere second. She could not risk him to find out, it would be unbearable pain for her, an awful torture to watch how those loving eyes turn into accusing, loathing ones while glancing at her. She was strong, but was she strong enough to handle the s

Martha repeatedly blinked in utter disbelief, her heart threatening to explode in her chest, she could not comprehend the situation.  “Simon!” She shouted hysterically, pulling at his arm in a rather violent manner. His upper body was naked and she was wearing his shirt. What if she were to remove the sheets covering his lower part and see him in all his glory bareness? Beyond the shadow of a doubt, she would never do such a thing! At least, not while she was sober. While intoxicated… that might have been another case entirely. The mere thought made her gulp down the lump in her throat with difficulty. “Ahh, let me sleep! You kept me up all night!” He reached for a pillow and pressed it over his head. ‘I kept him up all night? Oh dammit, what did I do?!’ She snatched the pillow, shaking at the abominable thought of sleeping with him. “Get up! NOW! Get up and talk to me!” “Let me be!” “Tell me… tell me what happened!” She gripped h