S E L E N A“Chrissy, you seriously need to relax,” I said, trying to hide my amusement as I watched him pace back and forth across the room, a damp towel clutched in his hand. “Liam's going to be just fine. There's no need to worry so much.”Christopher stopped in his tracks and turned to face me, a look of concern on his face. Ever since the doctor had left the room, Christopher had been pacing back and forth like a caged animal. I could see the worry etched on his face, and I knew it came from a place of love. Liam meant a lot to him, and seeing him sick was difficult for Christopher to watch.Christopher sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “I thought his fever should have gone down by now,” he muttered, resting his chin on his hand. His fingers drummed against his lips as he stared at Liam, who was still sleeping peacefully on his bed.As I placed my hand on Liam's forehead, I felt the fever had indeed started to break, just as the doctor had said it would. I drew my hand away a

S E L E N AThe car came to a stop in front of the movie theatre, and I sucked in a deep breath. As I reached for the door handle, Christopher surprised me by bringing out a face cap.“Here, I thought you might need this,” he said, his voice soft. Huh? My brows knitted in confusion as I stared at the cap in his hand. Wondering what I was supposed to do with it.“We don't want you to be recognized, so this should do the trick,” he said, with a hint of dry humour in his voice. Then, he leaned forward and placed the cap on my head. “I'm not sure if it's necessary, but it's better to be safe than sorry,” he added, his voice soft and reassuring. His hands dropped to my face, his touch was gentle, and I felt a spark of electricity as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. He gave me an assuring smile, then, he pulled away.I sighed and straightened in my seat. I couldn't help but glance at Liam, who sat silently in the backseat. When he was sick or just recovering from an illness, he always

S E L E N A My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Pedro approach me, his eyes shining in the soft glow of the amber lights. He looked so much like our son, and for a moment I was overcome with the urge to reach out and hug him. But I knew I couldn't do that, not after everything that had happened between us. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my emotions under control.“It really is you, Ms. Selena,” he said, his smile wide and bright. The joy in his expression was contagious, and I couldn't help but let out a faint smile. But the moment I did, my heart started to race, and I could feel my pulse quicken. His smile was like a dose of medicine, but I was afraid I was taking too much. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, and I couldn't calm myself down.I tightened my grip around the cap in my hands, silently cursing at myself under my breath. I should have known better than taking the cap off. What was I expecting that I wouldn't bump into Pedro in a place lik

S E L E N A I wiped the water off my face with the handkerchief Pedro had given me when I came to the bathroom. I looked up at the mirror and saw a face that looked half-dead, pale and drawn. I looked exhausted as if I hadn't slept in days. Crying was not something I usually did, and I was mortified to have broken down in front of Pedro over a movie. But the character in the movie had reminded me so much of my own past experience with Pedro and his ex-lover that I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The memories of that time came flooding back, and I couldn't hold back my emotions.It felt like running away wasn't the best option, I felt like I should have stayed behind. But what would have happened? Would my life has been like that character who died for love?“Um,” I took a deep breath, trying to push the what-ifs out of my mind. Whatever decision I could have made, I knew that leaving the city had been the right choice. If I hadn't left, I never would have met Christopher. Meetin

S E L E N A“Chrissy…” I started to say, but before I could finish, Christopher brushed past me and headed for the stairs. I watched him go, feeling my heart sink. It had been days since our night at the cinema, and he had barely spoken to me since. Even Liam had started to notice the change in his behaviour towards me.I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was losing my best friend like my brother, and I didn't know how to fix it. I felt helpless like there was nothing I could do to make things right again.I followed him down the stairs, my footsteps heavy on the wood. When we reached the living room, I saw Liam sitting on the floor with a sketchbook in front of him, his pencil moving quickly across the page while his babysitter sat down to guide him.Christopher paused for a moment, watching Liam draw on his sketchbook.I watched them from the doorway, not wanting to interrupt, but not sure what to do. I felt like an outsider like I was intruding on a private moment. But I couldn