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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆It was the weekend… No, not The Weeknd.I’ve been dying to use that one forever. Pardon me. I do love listening to The Weeknd, by the way.Well, It was the weekend. Hayden and I decided to spend some time together despite everything that had happened. He said we didn’t need to stop living because of bad times. I thought it was a wise thing to say. But dude. Whatever!Don’t stop living because of bad times. Remember that one, Summer. The city buzzed around us. Neon lights, honking cars, people rushing somewhere. Hayden parked at a reserved parking spot in a high-end boutique. He held my hand and guided me inside. He was recognized the moment we stepped in. Staff appeared as if summoned, all greetings and smiles. The boutique was quiet. Completely closed for us. The lights were soft.The newest collections were displayed on pedestals, waiting. A personal stylist hovered nearby, arms crossed politely, taking in our whims but saying nothing unless spoken to.“Try this o

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Hey, Hayden. It’s been a while.”She stopped beside him, smiling. Hayden froze, his shock plain. His eyes darkened. That wasn’t a good sign. He wasn’t happy to see her.I guess this is another one of your bad ideas, Summer. You could’ve just told him about it. “Dr. Lana.” Hayden’s voice was guarded. “I haven’t seen you in… How did you—” He cut himself off, eyes narrowing at me. “Wait. You set this up?”“I did,” I admitted, forcing a smile. “Can she sit with us?”“Sure, she can. You didn’t ask me before you called her, so she might as well sit. It’s a public space.”Okay. That tone? Maybe, he’s a teeny weeny bit mad.Dr. Lana took a seat, grateful.“I’m sorry, Hayden. Don’t be mad at Summer. I told her not to tell you about what we discussed.”“I’m not mad at my girlfriend, Dr. Lana. I’m just wondering how you both got to know each other and how you convinced her to bring me here.”“I reached out to her. I found her card in the house,” I said. Hayden let out a deep s

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ “Your grandma?” Dr. Lana asked. “Yes,” Hayden responded. “She doesn't like Nancy. None of them likes Nancy except Mr. Dylan. Our father.” “And why is that?” “Because she’s different… as I am.” The screen blacked out instantly. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” Hayden replied. Silence fell like hail. We just watched the black screen until it was all we could see and think of. I didn't know what Hayden thought of. But I knew what ran through my own mind. What did Hayden mean by different? How was Nancy different? Why did Jake push his sister? And his grandma was holding Hayden back from saving Nancy while she drowned? Her own granddaughter? Why didn’t they love her? Hayden’s hand curled on the desk. His knuckles had turned pale. Then he spoke without looking at me. He said, “I’m racking my brain.” “What is it?” “But I can’t remember anything. I need more answers.” “Hayden—” “I’ll call Dr. Lana,” he cut in, his voice flat. “But this time… no recordings. An

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Is everything okay? Is Jake with you? Hayden? Where is your brother?”Hayden ended the call with Tara, his jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth might actually crack.God! Tara sounded just like Jake. They really were mother and son. Two individuals cut from the same fabric. I waited for Hayden to explode. He didn't. He just screamed, “Fuck!” And he dropped onto the couch.“Hayden?”He ran a hand over his face, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for years.“I’m so sorry I didn't tell you. JT will be fine. He always goes around with guards. Remember?”He shook his head. “You don’t get it, nugget. Tara is more dangerous than he is. They’ve never met before. If she realizes a stranger connected to me is snooping on Jake’s past, she won’t waste a second sending a bullet into his fucking skull.”“Don't think about it that way. It won’t happen. They’re just going to have a small conversation. That's all.”“A small conversation?” he asked, letting out a dry laugh

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ Jake Dylan. My ex–best friend. Standing in the arrivals like he owned the damn airport. Grin in place. Shades shoved into his hair. Sleeves rolled. Hands in his jeans pockets. All casual, all practiced. I wanted us not to go near him. And lucky for me, Hayden pulled me away. Jake’s smile dropped for a second. Then he followed, quick-footed, trying to keep up. “Hayden, Dad asked me to pick you up personally,” he said, smiling again, eyes sharp. “Said I should make sure you got home safe.” Hayden didn't respond. Neither did I. We just kept walking. “Dad could have sent the driver, but he chose me, your brother.” No reply from either of us still. “Hayden?” Jake tried again. Suddenly, he gripped Hayden’s arm. Hayden went rigid beside me. “You’re not listening,” Jake said, voice soft now. Like he had been wronged. Like he was on the verge of tears. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.” He obeyed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Dad asked me to pick you up.” “You’re lying,”

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Is that Summer?”I stood still in the doorway. “Grandma? It’s me.”She smiled, arms wide. “Well, don’t just stand there. Come here.”“Are you—are you real right now?”“Last I checked,” she said, tapping her wrist. “Pulse still working. Come here, baby.”I didn’t move. “You’re… you’re supposed to be in the hospital. In Texas.”She frowned, her arms falling. “And you’re supposed to be in New York. Looks like we both broke the rules.”“That’s not—Grandma!”“Can’t an old woman visit her family?”“Why, yes she can.”“I thought you’d be happy to see me.”“You bet I am.” Tears stung my eyes. “I missed you… so much.”I ran to her, half laughing, half crying. I hugged her. She felt smaller, lighter. “You’re here!”“Of course I am, my little rose” she said. “I wouldn’t miss out on an opportunity to see you.”I held her tighter. Everything was alright. Everything was normal again. I believed so. We pulled apart. Grandma brushed my tears with her thumb.“You still cry like a b

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♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡Jake wasn’t lying about our father asking him to pick me up. The house was lonely as usual. Just the house staff going on about their chores. I found Dad outside, in the garden.The air smelled faintly of jasmine and trimmed hedges. He sat beneath the white gazebo at the edge of the lawn, a chessboard on the glass table between two untouched glasses of bourbon.He moved a piece like someone who’d been waiting for a challenger that never came. His fingers lingered on the pawn before he looked up. Then he grinned.“Hey, son. Welcome home.”That word—son—still sounded wrong in his mouth.“Couldn’t send a driver?” I asked. “You had to send Jake?”“So you two could bond,” he said simply, like he was doing us a favor.I snorted. “That’s new.”He gestured to the seat in front of him. “Why don’t you sit with me? I want to hear about how you've been.”Was he serious right now? My brows furrowed. Was this really my father or had he been replaced? I scrutinized him, waiting to s

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹You ever have one of those moments when you think, finally, the universe has decided to stop using you for target practice?You got the promotion. The boy you’ve been secretly writing Mrs. on your notebook about actually notices you. People stop whispering your name like it’s a side dish at the gossip buffet.And for a second, you think, Wow. Maybe I’m not cursed after all.Then the universe goes, “Psych!” and knocks you flat again.One wrong look. One wrong word. And everything good slips away like it was never real. Happiness apparently has a return policy no one tells you about.Can you imagine that?You don’t even know what you did wrong. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.Okay, look. I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone, but that’s me right now—balancing on the edge between keeping it together and auditioning for a breakdown. Smiling politely while quietly forgetting who I was before life decided to get creative with the pain.I try. God, I try s

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“Hayden. Please, come in,” Dad said, like he was inviting a tax auditor and not my boyfriend who may or may not be the reason my anxiety medication should come in bulk. I’m kidding. I don’t take any anxiety medication.I shuffled aside like a malfunctioning robot, only realizing how weird I was acting when Keith shot me the ‘please stop embarrassing us’ look he’d perfected since birth.“These are for you,” Hayden said, stepping in like some romantic drama hero, handing the bouquet and box of chocolates to my dad. Not to me. I thought those were for me.Dad blinked at the gifts like he was trying to decide if Hayden was bribing him or proposing.“I owe you an apology, Mr. Peterson” said Hayden. “I should’ve told you sooner about me and Summer.”Dad nodded slowly, studying him. “You should have,” he said. “But I appreciate the honesty now. And I love the flowers and chocolate. Call me Edward, son.”Hayden smiled. “I care about Summer. I’m not here to make trouble.”Dad

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☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆We arrived in France the next morning. I was surprised that I slept like a baby throughout the journey. Whenever I woke up, Hayden's eyes were on me. He would kiss me and tell me to get some sleep. I didn’t even remember if anyone else was there at that time. Just him. Only him.Ugh! Then there was Jake. That smug bastard. I caught him pretending to sleep across from us, his jaw tight, his lashes fluttering when Hayden brushed my hair off my shoulder.He was glaring through the cracks of his act, and I knew it. I could feel it. He always looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t—like he was biting back a warning no one asked for. Psycho.Two black cars were already waiting at the airport when we touched down. Hayden and I were left to drive alone together. Thank God for that. We rode behind the rest of his family.The drive from the private airstrip to Hayden’s grandparents’ estate felt like traveling into another world—one where everything was dipped in gold

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