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Instantly, she shook her head as she guessed that Blaze had once again showed his lack of ingenuity with such an ordinary name for a beautiful building. The man in front of Tessy noisily cleared his throat, in order to gain the attention of the girl who was now admiring the lobby. While he enjoyed taking new tenants on tours around the condo, he wasn't in the mood for it that evening. He was eager to go home and meet his mother, who had developed cancer and needed to be taken care of. Meanwhile, Tessy seemed to regain herself and handed him a red card. "I'm here to see Blaze. Blaze Colt."

She shook her head slightly as her gaze darted towards the chart once again – trying to read it line by line. Suddenly, it occurs to her. She had already heard this notable poetry before. ***FLASHBACK… “Mom, I don’t really understand this poem that you’ve given me…” Tamara – on her seventh-grade self – pouted in deep annoyance as she frustratedly scratched the side of her neck. She couldn’t uncover the word that her mother asked her to find based on the poem that she gave her. Her mother put down the scarf that she was knitting and removed her eyeglasses.

Chapter 5 The sound of laughter drifted through the house, soft and unexpected. Elena paused in the kitchen, her hands still wet from washing dishes, and tilted her head to listen. It was Thomas, his voice bright and full of life. Alex’s deeper tone joined him, the two of them caught up in a moment that sounded almost... happy. Elena’s chest tightened, conflicted by the warmth spreading through her. She quickly shook it off, focusing back on the sudsy plates in the sink. She wasn’t here to bask in the sound of a happy family; she was here for Thomas. That was it.

It edges too close to our car, like it wants to push us off the road, or make my mother lose control and crash into the ditch lining the lonely highway. My heart starts pounding, loud and heavy in my chest, and I grip the edge of my seat. “Wear this, sweetheart. It’s your favorite song.” My mother’s voice cuts through the tension, calm but forced. I feel her hand brush my cheek as she places the headphones over my ears, covering them completely. I don’t have a favorite song. But I love dancing to Barbie Girl, so Mom says that means it’s my favorite. She always smiles when she says it, but she doesn't smile now.

I whispered. Maya let out a short breath. "Bite me," she whispered back. "Just play along. Save me." I heard heavy footsteps stop right in front of us. I looked up. Maya's mother stood there. She was a short woman, but she looked very scary right now. She had her hands on her hips. She was breathing hard. She glared at the back of Maya's head. "Don't think you can hide behind your friend," her mother said. Her voice was sharp. "You still have to clean that mess up."

He started playing. At first, the arrangement was familiar. Softer than mine, slower, built for Lily's breathy voice. She came in on the first verse and missed the lower note, but Adrian covered her easily. Then she reached the bridge. And sang a line that was never in the released version. When the last firework fades, promise me you'll still look at the sky. The room blurred for a second. That was my mother's line. She had sung it into the old cassette when I was eight, half laughing because the dryer in the motel laundry room was too loud and I kept missing the rhythm. It was not in any lyric sheet. It was not in any demo I had sent the band.

He and I were never meant to be. I drove back home, strangely calm. *** In my room, I stared at Luca's peaceful, sleeping face and let the worries fade. Being genuine isn't the mistake—trusting the wrong people is. And that was okay. The road ahead was still long, and I didn't need any man to make it through. I wasn't the bullied, helpless housewife I used to be. By then, I'd become a professional—a mother who could stand on her own and support Luca through my own hard work.

"I will, of course. Any requests?" "Sing the song Fire on Fire," Darian said in a strange voice. I cleared my throat and then started the song. *My mother said I'm too romantic* *She said, "You're dancing in the movies"* *I almost started to believe her* *Then I saw you and I knew* *Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older* *Maybe it's all that I've been through* *I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder*

Thaddeus hissed, his breath hot and smelling of cheap gin and expensive desperation. He leaned in, his eyes bloodshot and darting around the room. "You’ve spent three years living off the Hudson name while giving me nothing in return. Now, you’re finally going to be useful." "I gave you my life!" I choked out, a sob catching in my throat as we reached the heavy velvet curtains of the main stage. "I stayed while you gambled everything away! Please, let's just go home. We can talk to my father—"

She held up her nails to the industrial light hanging above her. And behind her was- "Mom!" The scream tore from my throat. There was a cage, the kind used for large dogs, on the concrete, and inside was my mother, tied up, her eyes wide with confusion and terror as she looked around the space like she didn't understand where she was or how she had gotten there. "Let her go!" I started forward but Vincent stepped out from the shadows, his hulking frame blocking my path. "Not so fast." He rumbled as he grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise. "We have some ground rules first."