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ONLY FIVE

The name she gave to Gwen was a surprise to us. But the most surprising thing was how on earth did she know I lied to her. She was just Five. Gwen looked at me and I was also looking at her trying to gather a defensive response in my head but none came. We were both paralyzed, like deers caught in the headlights. “Honey,” Gwen began, her voice uncharacteristically gentle, “I know you miss your mummy. We are not going to hurt you.” “I know,” Angel said, her gaze shifting to me. “Mr. Uncle won’t hurt me. I can’t say the same for you.” Gwen was visibly offended, her hands flying to her hips. “Well, why on earth does he look more safe than me? Look at him! He’s got long beards that covers half his face, and I look like a harmless Auntie!” "Mr. Uncle calls Mummy’s name out in his sleep on our way to this place. He loves my mummy. I believe he won’t hurt me. If he would, he would’ve done that many times before now.” The revelation that I’d been talking in my sleep, bet

ALLERGY

Unfazed by Gwen's explosion, Angel tugged gently on my sleeve.“I am hungry, please. Can you get me something to eat, Mr. Uncle?”She pleaded politely.“She is so polite with you, but disrespectful to me.”Gwen snapped, her frustration boiling over.I sighed.“Angel,” I said, crouching to her eye level. “Gwen will be in charge of you while we’re here. Can you please… try to have a good relationship with her? For me?”Angel’s bold face dropped, her lower lip trembling as her eyes started filling with tears.“Angel?”I whispered with concern.My heart raced.“I don’t like her. She said my mother doesn’t look like me. Bullies told me that in school. I don’t like that statement. They said I was adopted. They always call my mummy ugly to hurt me… so I fought them. I told Daddy. He scolded me for fighting, saying that I fight because my mom is aggressive. He blamed me always, so I stopped telling him. I let the bullies talk and never did anything.”She cried loudly.I looked up at Gwen. Al

A REACTION

I sat down on the chair beside Angel, leaving a careful foot of space between us.“You must be worried about your mom.”“She must be worried about me. I hope Daddy won’t hurt her again.”That reply was so mature it made me pause. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But I’ve got everything under control. Trust me.”She looked at me, then nodded. I smiled back.Soon, Gwen brought the sandwich over with a glass of milk. “And here you go.”“Thanks, Gwen,” Angel replied, taking it.Gwen smiled as she watched Angel bite into it. “So, how is it?” she asked, settling beside her.Angel gave her a thumbs up.Why does Charlotte deny her peanut butter? Could it be she was on a diet with her mom?Angel was halfway through the sandwich when I noticed it.She slowed.Her chewing stopped, her small fingers hovering midair as if she’d forgotten what to do next.“Angel?” I called softly.She looked up at me, confused. “Mr. Uncle… my mouth feels funny.”My stomach dropped.She rubbed her lips, then her throat, frowni

BE MORE CAREFUL

The medical doctor sent by the Island medical team finally arrived and immediately began attending to Angel.“Peanut allergy?”“Yes… please,” Gwen replied.“It’s severe,” I added.The doctor nodded. “Please step aside,” she instructed us.Gwen and I did as she said, watching the process while praying silently. Gwen started crying again.“I feel so bad…”I understood her. I felt like shit—a guilty, useless piece of shit.The doctor turned to us and spoke softly, to encourage us. “She’s going to be fine.”I glanced at Angel. Her breathing was still uneven but no longer frantic. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, her curls damp with sweat. Red blotches still marked her neck and cheeks, but the spread had slowed.“Any other known allergies?” the doctor asked.Gwen and I exchanged glances. “Not that we know of,” I replied.“Alright,” she said, stepping closer to Angel. “I’m Doctor Celine,” she said gently, placing a stethoscope against Angel’s chest. “I’m going to listen to your

MIGHT BE

For hours, I stayed by her bedside—Gwen too. None of us felt the need to sleep. The doctor was given a room to stay for medical supervision, to ensure nothing happened during the night. Although Angel was showing signs of recovery. She woke up crying for her mommy and requested a bubble bath. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” Fortunately, she didn’t refuse Gwen’s offer like I feared. I thought she would insist on her mother, just like most children her age. Gwen carried her to the bedroom. I left the room and sat on the couch in the lounge. After an hour or so, Gwen joined me in the lounge. I was smoking a cigar. “She’s really doing better. You don’t have to keep smoking and drinking like that.” She said and sat down beside me. I ignored her. “I know you’re regretting taking her away from her mother, but we can figure this out. She’s also a smart kid. I know you two can do it.” I sighed and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I placed Charlotte in the middle

THIS IS MY LIFE

CHARLOTTE'S POV It’s been two days. I can't even say I’ve been living. My whole life feels like a dream. My baby… my sweet child… the only thing holding me together is gone, and it’s because of my own foolishness. What kind of mother am I? I’ve yelled, screamed, and cried for the past forty-eight hours until I lost my voice and could only speak in a whisper. The sores on my body were nothing compared to the pain in my heart. The bleeding flesh on my skin didn’t even scare me. Did I really expect Marcus to kiss me and hug me when I got home? Suddenly, the door to the room where I was being kept was pushed open. I didn’t look up, didn’t act like someone had just stepped inside. Marcus threw papers at me. They were printed copies from the most prestigious celebrity blogs. “I’ve been chosen for the most important award—Best Leading Actor next month. You knew about this and decided to make your move so I could lose it. You know how much I wanted that award. You know it.” “Marcus… I

EAT LIKE A HEROINE

CHARLOTTE'S POVSterile?Fake DNA result?The words didn’t just hang in the air; they invaded, a toxic gas replacing the oxygen, seeping into my brain and dissolving every foundational memory, every assumption, every moment of the last five years.He wasn’t her father?Is he trying to trigger me?Could it be the truth?Could it be the reason I was unable to get pregnant no matter how much I tracked my ovulation?The nausea was sudden and violent. I rolled to my side and retched, but there was nothing in my stomach to expel, only dry, heaving convulsions that racked my sore body.If he wasn’t her father… then who was?Leo?Tears finally rolled down my cheeks.Guilt and anger spiraled inside of me."I don't deserve to be a mother. How could I deny my own child her father's presence for five years… how could I not know who the father is? I ended up being not just like my mother but worse."Angel’s first steps. Marcus, smiling as he filmed it on his phone. A lie.Her first day of school.

THE DOCTOR

LEO'S POVEver since Gwen told me I could be Angel’s father, I hadn’t been able to name what I felt.It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t fear. It was something worse—confusion tangled with hope.Charlotte had said they did a DNA test which proved Angel was Marcus’s. But what if she lied? What if she knew Marcus wasn’t the father? Or worse—what if it was the truth?Today, I would find out.The DNA results were on the way, and my chest had been tight since morning, like my lungs were refusing to work with me. I hadn’t moved from the lounge chair in hours.“Mr. Uncle?”I looked down.Little Angel stood right in front of me, barefoot, hair still damp from the ocean and her cheeks glowing from the sun. There was sand clinging stubbornly to her ankles, and she held one of Gwen’s oversized sunglasses in her hand like a toy. She’d been surfing all afternoon with Gwen.Thanks to Gwen, Angel had new clothes, proper meals, and a bounce in her step that hadn’t been there before. She had fully recovered—laug

CAN I CHOOSE?

ANGEL’S POV I was inside chewing on my muffin. Gwen made it. It was blueberry and big. I got crumbs on my apron. Then I heard a noise. It was Mr. Uncle. But it wasn’t a normal noise. It was a loud yell from outside. It sounded like, “YES! YES! YES!!!” My chewing got slow. I looked at Gwen and Miss Doctor. They looked at each other with big eyes. Gwen’s mouth made an “O”. I was confused, so my tummy felt funny. Gwen ran outside super fast. Her feet made loud sounds on the floor. Miss Doctor smiled a weird smile. “Come on, sweetie,” she said and picked me up. I still held my muffin as we both went outside. Mr. Uncle was kneeling by the water. He was kneeling in the wet sand as the waves bathed his knees. His arms were out wide, like he wanted to hug the whole ocean. His head was tipped back. “Yes!!! Yes!!!” He shouted as he laughed. “I told ya! I told you, didn’t I?!” Gwen shouted. She was jumping a little. “I fucking won the bet!! And I am an Auntie too!” Mr. Un

FACE HIM

CHARLOTTE'S POVA month has finally come to an end. A month of filled with crying, sorrow, depression and desperation, of holding onto the one fragile hope I had left—Angel. My daughter’s face, her laugh, the way she’d cling to my neck… it was the only thing that kept the cold terror at bay. It ended tonight. Because I am going to make a move, do something. I can't keep being afraid while my baby is out there, living in trauma. I stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom , getting on the weight scale. My numbers were twice than I expected. I exceeded the numbers he gave me due to my desperation to see my daughter. All I did was eat like I would die if I didn't. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my old self coming back yet more unhappy and more depressed. "Okay... Charlotte...you can do this. You are going to confront Marcus and force him to let me see my daughter . After that self motivation, I walked straight to Marcus private lounge, immediately

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