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Chris watched as Jack led Lilian away, his hand wrapped around hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. Irritation crept up his spine, twisting into something sharper, something unfamiliar. Why the hell did it bother him so much?His fists clenched involuntarily. He hadn't even noticed until soft hands curled around his, grounding him."Are you okay?" Rita's voice was smooth and concerned, drawing him back from the unsettling thoughts swirling in his mind.Chris turned to face her. Her beauty was striking as always, her features soft yet captivating. She’s the one I want, he reminded himself. Not Lilian. Never Lilian. It shouldn’t matter who held her hand. Who made her laugh. Who made her—His jaw tightened."Yeah, I am," he muttered, forcing a smile. Rita returned it, and for a moment, he almost convinced himself that her smile was enough. That her touch was enough. That she was enough.Then Lilian returned—still laughing, still at ease. And all his irritation came rushi

Jack gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other arm loose over the gear shift as he drove through the quiet evening streets."Well. Chris?" Jack finally broke the silence."He's my ex-husband," she replied coldly, staring out the window.Jack hesitated before he said anything. He was giving her the opportunity to say more, but Lilian didn't want to play along. And that kiss—almost.She exhaled sharply.Jack’s voice pulled her back. “I thought he was with Rita?”“He is.”“Then what’s the deal?”Lilian adjusted in her seat. “It’s complicated, and I don’t want to talk about it.”Silence again.Jack nodded as if he understood what she was telling him, but he really didn't. "Okay… I won't push it." "Just so you know, I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone at some point."Something in his tone—gentle, peaceful—soothed the tension in her She had never received that from anyone else before. If she was having an issue, she took care of it herself. There was never anyone there to

A driving, aching pain went through her head, a never-ending thud that refused to abate. Lilian's body felt foreign to her, all her muscles refusing to let go, all her limbs rooted to the spot. A mist enveloped her mind, thick and unbreakable, devouring all her efforts at understanding. She attempted to lift her eyelids, but they were jammed, pressed down by heavy stones. Fear crept in through her, a silent, malignant fear that engulfed her heart. She struggled to say something, but nothing emerged.Then, movement.She wasn’t still. Someone was moving her. Every move brought fresh waves of pain all over her body, searing and limitless. Her brain commanded them to stop, to decelerate—to cease the pain—but the cry remained locked inside her, muffled and unheeded. A voice pierced the fog.Immediate. Panicked. "We need a doctor!"Doctor? What happened?The pain increased, pulling her back into the darkness again. She let herself be consumed by it, drowning in the darkness like a ship pound

"How is she doing, Chris?" Diana's voice cut through the stillness like tension-strung glass—soft, controlled, and yet with suppressed feeling. She fought back tears. The last two days had been terrible. Uncertainty lingers in the air, and apprehension dangles in the air like smoke on fire. "She woke up yesterday," Chris said, entering the empty hallway outside Lilian's room. "A few seconds before falling asleep again." The doctors had told him it was nothing. Patients with head trauma sleep more in the beginning. He heard her suck in a sharp breath, as if she'd been holding it for some time. Diana had changed since her husband died. The once lovely woman now clung to hope like a widow would cling to the final photo from the past. She had been trying to re-open lines of communication with Lilian for months, hoping to bridge the pain and loss-filled gap. But Lilian had shut her out of everything, closing the world away with an impenetrable will and no reason. "Is she going to be all

She held the phone to her ear, her bruised fingers trembling."I missed you, sister." "You haven't spoken to me for some time," William answered quietly and sorrowfully.She shut her eyes to fend off the sting of tears."I apologize, my love," she murmured gently, pushing the falsehood past her lips. “I lost my phone.”It was a poor excuse. She knew he’d see right through it, but what could she say? That someone had tried to blow her to pieces? That the charred wreck of her car now sat behind a police barricade as evidence of an attempted murder?There was silence on the other end—brief but heavy.“Can we do a video call? Are you okay? I want to see you,” William asked, voice tinged with urgency and something deeper… fear.He knew. Not everything, but enough.“I… not right now, dear,” she replied, adjusting the oxygen tubes across her face. “They don’t allow video calls where I am.”Another lie.“That’s a stupid rule!” he yelled. “Who makes such stupid rules?”She bit her lip and let