(Lydia)The last three weeks have been a whirlwind. We have traveled through Aspen, Aurora, and Boulder before making our final performance at Colorado Springs. I received so much praise and accolade from the audience there that I was glad I signed up for this.While I was touring, Adam phoned to let me know that he had signed on to a contractual research position for the Children’s Welfare Foundation for Leukemia. Since Adam had been one of the top candidates for the job, CWFL had been chasing him for a while now. But now that he was finally here, he had accepted the role.“Good luck for your tour,” he had said, sounding genuinely pleased at my report to him, “I know you’ll do great!”I had dreamed of acting since I was a little girl. And I felt that pursuing this goal now was important in the upbringing of my children. I needed to set a strong example for them so that Mabel and Miles, too, would grow up to chase after their passions.Even though we FaceTimed every day, multiple time
(Lydia)I examined my glittering champagne evening dress in the mirror. The buckles of my creamy heels sparkled as I turned around.I chugged down a glass of water. The thought of meeting Thomas at this party had my stomach turning knots all afternoon. Mabel and Miles sang along to the chorus of a nursery rhyme that their sitter, Ella, had played on TV. She seemed like she was good with kids, and I at least felt relieved about leaving the twins in her care.I glanced at my silver wristwatch and realized that Adam would be here any minute. I was dreading the very sight of Thomas but it would be easier to go through this with my friend by my side. Just then, my phone chimed. It was Adam.My palms moistened when I read the message. “I’m running a bit late. Will join you there.”I sighed. Very well.My taxi pulled up at the venue and I exhaled deeply, steadying myself.The party was being held outdoors. The glowing orange lights, din of chatter, and music was causing quite a commotion an
(Thomas)The sound of a woman’s scream cut through the crowd and everyone froze in their tracks. I hastily grabbed a hold of Jack’s arm and instructed him, “Get the party back to normal. I’ll go check and see what happened!”Jack immediately gave the guests a warm smile and began an entertaining monologue. I shot through the lawn towards the building and skitted through the half-open doorway. Part-running and part-sliding across the floor, I caught sight of Sarah crumpled on the floor and Lydia standing over and staring down, irate but clearly befuddled.“What happened?” I panted as I helped Sarah up.“She – she pushed me,” Sarah whimpered, dusting off her dress.And then she began to wail.I looked over at Lydia. Her round, innocent face exhibited outraged confusion. Sarah continued yowling in despair. I hushed her, “There are guests outside!”I turned back towards Lydia. Her expressions had morphed into contempt. She held out a fist before I could speak.Nodding, and silently plead
(Lydia)I cleared my throat.“There is a fair behavior in thee, captain,” I said, “And though that nature with a beauteous wall doth often close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe thou hast a mind that suits with this thy fair and outward character.”We were practicing Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. Randy, a new recruit, had come to me for help with memorizing his scenes. I didn’t mind it at all. In fact, I rather enjoyed applying my experience as an acting teacher here. Randy was an excellent student; he was gifted but he required polishing. I was happy to provide that push.Randy took a deep breath and began to speak, but was interrupted by a deranged screeching.“You!” declared the high-pitched voice. I looked beyond the stage towards the door and gaped as Sarah pounded towards me, her eyes wild and her mouth frothing. Her blonde hair was undone and her under-eyes were dark.“You stole my man away from me!” she bellowed, standing before the stage.“Sarah,” I responded calmly, r
(Lydia)Ruby hopped into the passenger seat and flung her bag into the backseat. I had rented a car, tired of all the taxi cabs. For the bubbly person that she was, my sister turned the knob on the radio. A pop song by an emerging artist started reverberating through the doors.“How was university?” I asked her.“University was great,” she responded with enthusiasm, “But more importantly, how are you doing? How were the rehearsals at the new theater today? Are you considering getting back together with Thomas? How is Adam? What about the twins? And how is … Jack?”She chuckled to herself at the end of her interrogation.“The rehearsals were great but Sarah showed up—“Ruby gasped.“I won’t waste more time talking about either her or Thomas. Adam is doing well. I saw him on Saturday. The twins are enjoying their time in the city … And about Jack,”I turned to look at her, “You can see him for yourself tonight. We’re going out for drinks with Grace and Chadwick.”I spun the steering wh
(Thomas)As the night had grown deeper, the club had begun to bustle with people and the music had grown steadily louder. We were now almost yelling at each other to be heard. Twenty minutes ago, the couple that Jack had invited had left and the table now only seated close friends: Jack, Grace, Lydia, and myself. My brother returned from ordering another round of drinks and slumped back into his chair.“So … uh … how’s Ruby doing?” he leaned in towards Lydia.I shook my head at him and thumped my palms on the table. “Seriously?” I chuckled, “As if you weren’t just sweet-talking that brunette by the bar!”.“What!” Jack shrugged his shoulders, “The more the merrier!”. He grinned and winked.“You fiendish devil!” Lydia tapped a finger at his arm. Her face glowed in amusement. “Why don’t you ask Ruby out yourself?” she sneered at Jack in mock seriousness. Grace looked up from her phone and nodded in agreement.“Oh, nice of you to finally chip in!” Jake poked at her annoyance with a laug
(Sarah)I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom. I had spent the entire day yesterday ruminating over my altercation with Lydia and Jack. How dare Jack have asked me to leave! I was his future sister-in-law!I chewed a nail and thought further about it. Jack wasn’t important right now; I needed to figure out how to get back together with Thomas. My head felt hot from rage as I recounted how, over the past few days, my life had gone so off-track.I would be Thomas’s wife, whether he liked it or not!I unlocked my phone to dial but was distracted by the notification of Jack’s new Instagram story. My eyes widened in shock and my jaw dropped in horror when I opened it. Lydia had gone clubbing with Thomas last night! There she was sipping drinks in a sexy black dress and slutty gold jewelry! She was chuckling in delight at her victory of having stolen Thomas away from me.I let out a resounding scream of fury, shaking with fear and unable to contain my wrath any longer.I was
(Lydia)“Hello!” I chirped into the phone as soon as I saw the caller ID.“Good morning, Miss Lombardi,” a female voice replied, “This is Gemma from the administration desk at Warren Parker Preschool—““Ah, yes,” I smiled, “I was wondering when you’d phone to call in the twins for an interview.”Warren Parker was one of the most prestigious preparatory preschools in Greater Colorado. I had been glad I had moved to Denver when I had learned about their teaching methods and the way they gave each child such individual attention to bring out the best in them. I had submitted the twins’ application forms last week.There was an awkward pause on the other end of the line.“Hello?” I said.“Miss Lombardi, we’re afraid we can’t accept your children’s applications.”My heart began to thump wildly and my eyes darted towards the twins. Miles was putting back a train set he’d deconstructed with perfect accuracy and Mabel was creating a multicolored bridge, complete with two towers, from her Lego
(Adeline)The front garden was always my favorite place to sit, especially in the morning. The air carried a crisp freshness, and the soft rustle of leaves felt like nature’s whisper of reassurance. Today, I felt lighter, less weighed down by the fog of fatigue that had wrapped around me since the surgery. A week had passed, and though I knew there was still a long road ahead, scans, radiotherapy, and who knew what else, I was grateful for small mercies like this. Lydia sat beside me, her posture relaxed but her eyes distant. She should have been glowing after her date with Thomas last night; I’d seen her excitement all day leading up to it. Yet, there was something off about her today, a subtle undercurrent of worry she couldn’t quite hide. I reached over and patted her hand, drawing her out of her thoughts, “You seem troubled, my dear. What’s on your mind?” She blinked, then gave me a soft smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Nothing to worry about, Mama. Just…think
(Margaret)The mansion was quiet, its grand halls and rooms bathed in moonlight, but I was still awake, as I often was these days. Sleep came sparingly. I’d taken to wandering the mansion late at night, a habit born of restlessness and regret. Tonight, I found myself seated in the parlor, nursing a lukewarm cup of tea, when I heard the faint creak of the front door. Ruby. Her steps were light but purposeful, and as she crossed into the hallway, I caught a glimpse of her face. She looked lost in thought, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. There was something about her expression that tugged at me, a pang I couldn’t quite place but that settled uncomfortably in my chest. “Ruby,” I called gently, my voice cutting through the stillness. She froze for a moment, her back to me, before turning slightly, her posture tense. Her eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them, before she resumed her stride, heading toward the staircase.
(Jack)The room was bathed in the muted glow of the television, the credits of the movie rolling silently on the screen. Ruby lay beside me, her head resting lightly against my shoulder, her breathing slow and even as she slept. I didn’t dare move. Instead, I let my gaze linger on her, taking in the soft lines of her face, the way her lashes rested against her cheeks, the slight rise and fall of her chest. Her hair framed her face, catching the dim light in a way that made her look almost ethereal. I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t let myself get caught up in the illusion. But in that moment, it felt impossible not to. For years, this apartment had been a space I’d tried to keep void of emotion, a place where I could compartmentalize my life, separate work from personal chaos. But Ruby had changed that. When she’d been here, this place had felt alive, warm. And now, with her asleep beside me, it felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.My mind wandered back to the few
(Ruby)I stood outside Jack’s apartment door, my hand hesitating over the knocker. I shouldn’t be here. I’d already done more than enough, stitched him up, watching him avoid my questions like he always did. But despite every logical reason to stay away, I was here. Because this wasn’t just anyone, it was Jack. The Jack who had once made me laugh so hard I cried, who had shared countless quiet evenings with me in this very apartment. The Jack who, despite all the hurt and chaos, still managed to make my heart skip a beat when I thought of him. I pressed my lips together, pushing the memories aside. This wasn’t about rekindling anything; it was about making sure he was okay. He had shown up at my door injured and vulnerable, and no matter how much time had passed or how complicated things had gotten, I couldn’t ignore that. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. When Jack opened the door, his surprise was clear, though he quickly masked it with that practiced cool demeanor of his.
(Jack)I sat on the edge of my couch, staring at the bandage on my side, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. The family doctor had left about an hour ago after re-dressing my wound. He was efficient and professional, as always, and I appreciated the care. But damn it, why hadn’t I thought to call him in the first place? The moment I got injured, my instincts hadn’t pointed me toward practicality or logic. No, instead, I’d ended up at Ruby’s apartment, bloodied and in desperate need of stitches. I didn’t even remember the exact route I’d taken to get there, just that I had. Like my brain had been hardwired to seek her out, even when it made no sense. It embarrassed me now. Ruby had been nothing but calm and steady as she stitched me up, but I could tell how unsettled she was underneath that brave exterior. And I’d put her in that position, dragged her into something she had no business being
(Lydia)The drive back to the mansion felt electric, charged with an energy I couldn’t quite put into words. Thomas’s hand rested on my thigh as he navigated the quiet streets, his fingers brushing gently against my skin. Neither of us said much; the connection between us was palpable without needing words. By the time we reached the house and stepped through the door, it was as if the air around us crackled with anticipation. Ruby had left a note on the counter saying the kids were asleep and she’d see us tomorrow. I smiled, grateful for her support, but my focus was entirely on Thomas. As soon as the door to our bedroom clicked shut behind us, it was like a dam broke. His lips were on mine in an instant, hot and urgent, pulling me into him as if the space between us was unbearable. My hands found their way to his shoulders, then his hair, as I pressed closer, feeling the hard lines of his body against mine. “Lydia,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. I didn’t
(Lydia)When I woke up in the morning, I felt completely refreshed. Today was special. Thomas and I had a date planned, just the two of us. It had been far too long since we’d had an evening to ourselves, and the thought of spending uninterrupted time with him filled me with excitement. Thomas was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed as he adjusted his tie. His usual morning routine was precise, and I admired how calm and collected he looked, even when I knew his day would be busy. “Good morning,” I murmured, leaning up on my elbows. He turned, smiling warmly, “Good morning, love. Sleep well?” I nodded, sliding closer to him, “You’re leaving early today.” “Lots to do before tonight,” he said with a wink. I couldn’t help but smile at the playful glint in his eyes. Recently, he had been waking up looking like he didn’t get much sleep the night before. But today, he looked like he rested well. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him passionately, savoring the
(Thomas)The drive back to the mansion was quiet, the city lights a blur as they passed by the windows. My mind replayed the events of the day, the chaos with that one candidate, the interviews that went nowhere, and then Jack. That wound, the tension in his voice, the possibility of Marco being involved, it all left a sour taste in my mouth. But I pushed it aside for now. I didn’t want to bring that storm home with me.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the mansion was bathed in soft light, welcoming and warm. I exhaled deeply, the weight of the day slowly lifting as I reminded myself of what mattered most, my family.Inside, the familiar sounds of home greeted me. Miles and Mabel’s laughter echoed from the living room, where they were playing with a set of blocks. Lydia sat nearby, her eyes flicking between them and her phone. When she looked up and saw me, her face brightened in a way that made the tension in my chest ease instantly.“Daddy!” Miles and Mabel shouted in unison
(Thomas)The hallways of the office were unusually quiet as I left the disaster of the last interview behind me. My steps echoed faintly as I made my way toward Jack’s office, needing a moment to vent about the absurdity of the day. Jack always had a way of grounding me, even when the world felt like it was spiraling out of control.But when I arrived at his office, it was empty. The blinds were drawn, the desk cleared except for a mug of cold coffee. I frowned, pulling out my phone to call him.He picked up after a few rings. His voice was low and somewhat strained when he spoke, “Thomas?”“Jack,” I said, glancing at my watch, “Where are you? I just came by your office.”“I’m at my apartment,” he replied, his tone clipped. “At your apartment?” I repeated, my frown deepening, “It’s the middle of the day, Jack. What’s going on?”There was a pause, long enough to make me suspicious. “I had to step out for a bit,” he finally said, “I’ll be back soon.”“Jack-”“Thomas, I’m fine,” he int