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He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Medical records from my miscarriage. The more he read, the paler he got, and the light in his eyes slowly faded. Suddenly, he grabbed a crystal ashtray from the table and hurled it at Alanna. The ashtray bounced off her and hit the carpet with a dull thud. She collapsed to the ground, blood seeping from her forehead. "Brandon, they're lying! You can't do this to me…" He stared at her, his voice hoarse and terrifying. "The diagnosis you gave me three years ago was fake? The cancer spreading to your lymph nodes, fake? Was your last wish to travel the world fake, too? I trusted you! So why did you frame Jocelyn? Why did you trick her into seeing that staged body?"

I'm so excited. "Thanks a lot, Tye." "No problem." He looks away. "Uh, I see some of my friends so I'm gonna go, but have fun." I nod and he walks away. It's obvious he didn't see any of his friends, even if he did I'm sure he wanted an excuse to leave. One thing people don't know about me is that I'm an observer. I observe people. And right now, I see Nathan back to his normal cheerful self now that Tye's gone.

Minus Waking up next to Cricket this morning was at the top of my list of life’s great moments. Unfortunately, the feeling was short lived as a sense of dread crept over me. We hadn’t exactly finished our conversation last night. Far from it. I still had one key detail to fill her in on, and I knew she wasn’t going to be happy about it.

Bonus Scene 2 — Office After Hours Setting: A few months after the main story’s boardroom victory late night, long after everyone else has gone home. The creative floor is dark except for the single desk lamp burning in Julian’s office. Jamie is bent over the large light table in the corner, sleeves rolled up, hair falling into his eyes as he makes final adjustments to a motion graphics sequence for a client pitch tomorrow morning. The clock on the wall reads 11:47 p.m.

Without a word, he filled the two teacups, stretching the other to Andre. "What's in the tea?" Andre asked, holding his hand on a suspended level. "It didn't kill you the first time, you think it will now?" Macklemore teased. "I mean, is it like a truth syrup or some kind of therapeutic stuff?" Andre finally has a sip. "The tea is to help you relax, other than that, it does nothing else. Everything you see when you enter your subconscious is a manifestation of the residual files in your brain, just as our mobile applications contain residual files and cached all piled in the junk folder."

I was busy getting my nails done at the nail salon when a figure appeared in front of me and to my utmost surprise it was the one and only Jordan Myers. "What do you want?" I asked uninterested and also rolled my eyes for more drama. "You! If that is possible" he replied with the so old line. "That is so last year jerk, if you have nothing important to do, get lost!" I told him stressing the last part. He went quiet for a while looking like he was thinking of what to say, cat got his tongue, I guess. "I am here for a manicure darling" he replied and left. For no certain reason I felt sad, I thought he was going to stay longer, try to reach out, did he get bored that quickly?

IRIS It was a simple sunny afternoon, where the sky was entirely blue, without any hint of clouds, and the fresh breeze brushes though my hair as I lean my head on the side of the window. The sun shines between the branches of the trees, and I’m not lying when I say I can hear the birds chirping as if it was singing me a song. A welcoming song because finally, after 8 years, we’re coming home. The home we abandoned after the tragedy of losing our king after being in a battlefield for almost all his life. And we knew he needed rest, but we didn’t want it to be forever. Would it be heartless for me to call him selfish for leaving us just for a very long nap? Or should the selfish one be us for

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."