Everything I Never Told You Audiobook Novels & Stories

"This case is not going well. We need some proof. Something that the court cannot ignore." I wiped my face with my sleeve. "I have told you everything I know." "Then tell me again " he said. He pulled out a recorder and put it on the table. "From the beginning. The day Lucas took you." My stomach felt sick. "I do not—" "Just talk " he said. "Whatever you remember. Details. Smells. Sounds. Anything." I closed my eyes.

she said, and Wren, after a moment's hesitation, began. She told her everything — the patent, the letters, the sixty-five years of erasure, her own mother's silence, Isabella's flight and eventual return, the archive project now underway with Dr. Okafor's team. Ruth listened without interrupting, and when Wren finally finished, the silence on the line stretched long enough that Wren began to worry the call had dropped.

The second the call connected, his voice came through. "Elena." There was no anger in his tone. Only something I had never heard from him before. Panic. "Why didn't you tell me?" I stayed silent. His breathing became uneven. "I know about the baby." My fingers tightened around the phone. "I know you went to London." A pause. "I know you left." The words landed heavier than I expected. "Damian..." "I spent the entire morning trying to find you." His voice dropped. "I called the hospital. I checked your schedule. I went home and saw your closet..."

ELENA’S POV The silence of the university library at 10:00 PM wasn't peaceful. It was the kind of silence that amplified the sound of your own heart until it felt like a drumbeat. I sat tucked away in the deep recesses of the South Stacks, a place where the air tasted of dust and where the security cameras were famously unreliable. I was supposed to be transcribing my notes from the "interview" with Noah but the cursor on my laptop screen just blinked, a mocking line that seemed to count down the seconds of my borrowed time.

I fought back with all my might, my eyes burning with tears. That memory was the hardest for me to talk about. I was the one who got hurt. I was the one who felt the most pain. However, none of them would help me. They did not believe that it happened to me. Only a stranger sent me a text, telling me to stay strong. I never thought they would learn the truth, but Shane showed them everything. The voices from the phone kept playing, and Patrick, in a rage, smashed the phone to bits. Jim and Calvin just stood there, stunned and white as ghosts.

He didn’t look up again, and I retreated back to my desk. I didn’t start working immediately. I stared at my blank screen with my eyes stinging with tears. I was holding back with the last bit of strength that I had. It was mid-morning when Cassandra Riorson’s call came through. “I want to talk to Steven," she demanded. “I’m sorry, Mrs Riorson, but Mr Riorson is currently busy and won’t be able…” “Are you deaf?” She screamed, and I pulled the phone from my ear with a wince. “I said I want to talk to my son."

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Nervous is the only thing I can feel right now "You're already here Ms. Esperanza” my psychiatrist suddenly spoke I looked at her and she is sweating bullets. What happened to her? “Your mom talked to me and said you are from your old self, tell me what happened” she asked “Where is North?” I asked immediately She stared at me for five seconds then smiled at me "Sorry but we should talk about your—" she didn't finish because I cut her "This is my problem Doc. He is the reason why I am like this." I said and paused for a second then continue "now where is he?" I asked

He whispers to me with a break in his voice. We sit on the beach sand far away from everyone after we'd wrestled for what felt like hours. My head is against his chest and I'm surprised that I still have tears left. "Why?" I ask barely audible. The pain is unbearable. "I was drunk and stupid. It meant nothing, I promise." I get up from his chest to see him tearing up too. I've never seen him cry before. "But why didn't you call me? I waited for you! I didn't care what the world was saying. I wanted to hear from you Ezra!" I'm getting frustrated. He holds my face to wipe the tears off.

A fine tremor that started somewhere inside and worked its way out. "How dare you?" she said. Her voice cracked on the second word. Philip blinked. He let go of her wrist and stepped back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have underestimated you." He raised both hands. Palms open. Surrendering. "It's just that you never attended any medical school. So how did you..." "It's none of your business, Philip." The words came out hard. Fast. Like she had been holding them in her mouth for too long and finally let them go.