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PHOEBEI didn’t realize how tightly I had been holding onto my emotions until I finally let go in Ramon’s arms. The moment he wrapped his arms around me, the fight inside me melted away, leaving behind exhaustion and the weight of everything that had happened. My body trembled slightly, the aftershock of my anger and frustration still lingering, but at least I wasn’t shaking with rage anymore.Ramon didn’t say much. He just held me, rubbing slow circles on my back, his warmth steady and comforting. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t have to explain myself. I didn’t have to argue, to defend my emotions, or to pretend I wasn’t as upset as I really was. I could just breathe.“Do you want me to take you to another hotel?” he asked softly, his voice calm, careful.I shook my head instantly. The thought of staying in another hotel made my stomach twist with unease. Hotels didn’t feel safe anymore. The unfamiliar walls, the hollow silence of a space that didn’t belong to

RAMON“Get out.”“I’m not going anywhere.”“I said get out, Richard. And don’t come back here making plans behind my back. No more games. No more secrets. No more surprises.”“Watch yourself, Ramon. Don’t forget your place.”“My place? You think you still get to tell me what to do?”“I’m not telling. I’m reminding. You owe everything to me.”“I don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.”“You think just because you got a house and a little money you can run from the family? From who you are?”“I’ve built everything I have with my own hands. You didn’t do this. I did.”“I raised you.”“You controlled me.”Richard smirked. “Same thing.”“No. It’s not.”He stepped closer, eyes locked with mine. “You’re soft now. Letting that girl in here, messing with your head.”“You don’t get to talk about her.”“I’m just saying, don’t get too comfortable, nephew. This thing, it’s bigger than your feelings.”“This ‘thing’ you keep whispering about? Whatever it is, it’s not happening. Not with me. I’m done.”

RAMONShe looked at me like I’d just ripped her world open. Those wide eyes, full of confusion and hurt, made something twist deep in my chest. And I hated myself for it, hated that I was the one who put that look on her face.But then she stepped closer.Soft. Careful. Like I was something fragile for once.“Ramon,” she whispered, voice barely there, “just shut up.”I barely had time to breathe before her hands were on my chest, sliding up to my neck, and her lips pressed against mine.God.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow.It was everything I’d been holding back.Her mouth was soft, warm, but urgent. Like she needed this. Like she needed me.And I couldn’t stop myself.My hands gripped her waist, pulled her flush against me. I kissed her back harder, deeper, groaning into her mouth as all the tension from before snapped and turned into something else, something hotter, something real.Her fingers tangled in my hair. I pressed her back gently until her legs hit the edge of the bed. I

PHOEBEI couldn’t stop smiling.Mom actually said it. She said she’d give Ramon a chance. I didn’t even know what to say. I just hugged her, tighter than I ever had.“Thank you,” I whispered. “You have no idea what this means to me.”She smiled, but her eyes still looked cautious. “Don’t make me regret it, Phoebe.”“You won’t,” I promised, still holding onto her like I never wanted to let go.It felt like the air had shifted in our house lighter, warmer. All that tension between us, all the arguing and silence and stares, it felt like it cracked open into something soft again. Something hopeful.The first person I thought about next was Granny. I needed to tell her. She always understood me more than anyone. Not just listened, but understood, like she could feel what I felt without me even saying much. I had to tell her. I needed to see her face when she heard it.I grabbed my bag and headed straight to her place. As soon as I walked in, she was already at the door, like she knew.“Ba

SHAWNAI met up with Damien later that evening, just after the sun had started to dip below the trees. The sky was painted in soft oranges and purples, the kind of calming colors that made you want to slow down and breathe. The air was cooler now, the heat of the day finally giving way to a gentle breeze that brushed against my skin. I pulled my cardigan tighter around me as I walked toward the little park near our house. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a few benches, a narrow path, and a small patch of grass, but it was our place. Whenever things felt too loud or too heavy inside the house, this was where we came to talk.Damien was already there, sitting on one of the wooden benches under a tall oak tree. His head was bent over his phone, his fingers scrolling slowly. His expression was calm, focused, the soft glow of the screen lighting up his face.“Hey,” I called softly as I got closer.He looked up immediately, and when our eyes met, he smiled, that easy, warm smile that always m