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Anna’s POVThe air in the hallway felt sharp, cold, and heavy with fear. I could still hear the doctors shouting orders behind the glass, the faint beeps and metallic clicks of life-saving machines blending into a storm of noise. My hands were pressed together, my lips moving without sound… every silent prayer I could remember spilling from my heart.Then the door burst open again.“Rissa!” Alex’s voice was a growl that turned my blood cold.I turned just in time to see him striding toward her, fury written all over his face. Rissa stood frozen near the doorway, eyes wide, tears still streaking down her face. Kristoff hovered behind her, silent, his jaw tight.“You better start talking,” Alex said, his voice rough, low, and trembling with anger. “What the hell did you mean by that?”Rissa blinked, still pale from the chaos moments before. “Alex, please… this isn’t the time:..”“Don’t,” he cut in sharply, taking a step closer. “Don’t feed me that. You said something… something about kn

Mrs. Quinn’s POVThe moment that insolent girl turned and walked away, my blood boiled hot enough to scald my veins. That woman… no, that girl… had the audacity to stand before me and talk about the truth as though she had any right to define it mir meddle in this family’s affairs.Anna.Even her name left a bitter taste on my tongue.She didn’t understand what it meant to protect a family built on fragile glass. She didn’t understand how much strength it took to smile when everything underneath was rotting. For years, I’ve kept the pieces of this family together, no matter how much it tore at my soul. But now she wanted to destroy it in a single breath… all in the name of truth.Truth.People always worshiped it like a saint, but the truth was cruel. Truth didn’t heal… it broke.I stood in the quiet hallway, my pulse thundering in my ears, anger rising until I could taste it. Alexander was already teetering on the edge of hatred toward me; Clarissa barely looked at me these days with

Anna’s POVThe schoolyard was already thinning out when Alex pulled into the parking lot. I could see parents waving at teachers, children sprinting toward their parents' cars, backpacks bouncing with the rhythm of carefree hearts. For a moment, I envied them.. their laughter, their simplicity.I drew a deep breath, plastered on the faintest smile, and called out, “I’ll be right back, baby. Just wait for me in the car, okay?”Alex rested the gear at Park before giving me a small nod, he drew his phone before I stepped out and his eyes glued to it instantly. He hadn’t said a word since we left the hospital and I didn’t press. His silence was heavier than words ever could be and I heard them clearly.Inside the school, the smell of chalk dust wrapped around me. As soon as I reached Nolan’s Homeroom Door, I heard his unmistakeable voice.. bright and bubbling like a spring.“Mummy!” He ran into my arms, almost knocking me off balance. We hugged for some seconds before he broke it and bega

Alex’s POV The morning sun poured through the blinds like quiet forgiveness. For the first time in days, the house didn’t feel like a battlefield. It felt… lived in. Nolan’s laughter bounced off the walls as he darted down the hallway with his little backpack slung over one shoulder. Toy cars peeked from the open zipper, one tire already threatening to fall out. He was already dressed — a blue shirt with tiny rockets, his favorite sneakers that lit up with every step. “Come on, Daddy, you promised!” he shouted, his voice carrying from one room to another. I stood in the kitchen doorway, mug in hand, watching him spin circles near the couch like a miniature whirlwind. I hadn’t slept much, but somehow, I didn’t feel exhausted. Maybe it was the sound of him laughing again… something that had been missing for far too long. Anna walked in quietly from the other side of the room, her hair pulled back into a loose bun. She looked fresh, soft, but her eyes still held the residue of t

Rissa’s POVI’d been driving in silence for so long that the ring of my phone made me jump. The road was empty, the kind of quiet that leaves too much room for thinking. I reached for the phone display on the dashboard, already knowing who it was before I saw his name flash on the screen.“Kristoff,” I mutter, glancing at the name flashing across the screen. For a second, I debate letting it ring out, but my conscience wins. I hit the green button and press the phone to my ear, shifting it between my shoulder and cheek as I steer.“Hey, baby,” his voice filters through, warm and lazy, “are you coming home yet?”“Not yet,” I answered, eyes fixed on the road. “I’m stopping by the hospital first.”He sighs softly. “The hospital again? You sure you don’t want me to come along today? What if Alex is there too? You know that brother of yours has quite the anger..”I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “No, Kristoff. I’ll be fine. If Alex tries to talk to me, I can handle him. Like yo