Mirabel looked away again, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was loud, almost deafening. David finally broke it, his voice shaky. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Mirabel turned back to him, her eyes sharp again. “You left, David. You didn’t care b
Lulu sat at her kitchen table, scrolling through her phone. Her eyes flicked from post to post, page to page. She typed in “Mirabel George” again, hoping this time something would come up. But as she scrolled through the results, it was the same as before. Nothing. No F******k, no I*******m, not eve
David stood still, the phone pressed to his ear, his body tense. Steven’s voice was quiet but firm. “I’ve been digging into Mirabel’s life, like you asked,” Steven said, pausing for a moment. “And... there’s something you need to know. The kid, Isaac... there’s a chance he might be yours.” David’s
David slipped out of the room slowly, careful not to wake Lulu. The dim light from the hallway barely lit up the space, but he could see her chest rising and falling gently. She was finally asleep after a long day, and he didn’t want to disturb her. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and st
Mirabel opened the door. David stood there, his face a mix of worry and confusion. Issac, lay limp in her arms, pale and weak. "Thank you for coming," Mirabel whispered. David glanced at Issac. "We need to get him to the hospital now." Mirabel nodded, her eyes filled with tears. She followed Davi
David stepped into the hospital room where Mirabel sat by Issac’s bed. Her eyes were tired, but there was a small glimmer of relief as she watched her son sleeping peacefully. The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, calming the tense air. “David,” Mirabel whispered when she saw him
David stood frozen in the doorway, staring at Lulu. He could feel the weight of her gaze, and his mind raced for something to say. Anything. “David,” she said, her voice firmer this time. “Where were you?” He hesitated, his mouth dry. He didn’t want to tell her about Mirabel. He wasn’t sure how to
The next morning, he picked up his phone and dialed Mirabel’s number. He listened as it rang once, twice, and then heard her voice. “Hello?” Mirabel answered. “Hey, it’s me,” he said. “How’s Isaac doing?” “He’s fine,” she replied. “Fine?” he echoed. “That’s good.” “Yeah, he’s okay. Why, what’s