(Lydia)I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending that everything was okay, couldn’t keep brushing off the emptiness that had settled between us like fog, thick and impenetrable. Every day, Thomas drifted further away, vanishing into his work and his stress, leaving me here to pick up the pieces. And for too long, I’d told myself that it would pass, that this was just a phase, that he’d come back to me. But deep down, I knew that if I didn’t say something, the distance would keep growing until there was nothing left of us to save.So tonight, I waited for Thomas to come home. I didn’t go to bed, didn’t wait for his quiet footsteps in the dead of night. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock, watching the minutes tick by until they bled into hours. Finally, close to midnight, I heard the click of the door, the sound of his shoes hitting the mat in the hallway.I rose, my hands clenched into fists to keep them from shaking, and stepped into the entryway just as he
(Thomas)Lydia’s words made me feel like a dam had burst open inside of my chest. All the things I had been keeping for her kept tumbling out of my mouth. I knew she might have an inkling of what was up with me, but she couldn’t possibly know all of the things running through my mind.“I haven’t been sleeping,” I started to tell her, my voice barely above a whisper, “Not properly, anyway. Ever since…well, since you were taken.” I swallowed hard, remembering those days, the gut-wrenching panic of not knowing if I’d ever see her again, “Every night, I’m jolted awake, terrified that…that I’ll turn over, and you won’t be there. Like this has all been some dream and you’re still…” my voice broke, the words catching in my throat, and I had to pause.She didn’t say anything, but her hand found mine, warm and steady, giving me the courage to continue.“It’s like there’s this…this fear that just sits with me, and no matter how many times I tell myself you’re safe now, that we’re safe, it doesn
(Lydia)Sitting across from Thomas at the kitchen table, I could feel a delicate thread of hope weaving between us. Our confrontation had cracked something open, but it was tender, uncertain, a raw promise that both of us wanted to make things right, though neither of us knew exactly where to start. I hadn’t felt this vulnerable in a long time, my emotions barely contained. Yet there was something grounding in Thomas’s steady gaze, a flicker of the man I fell in love with, a sense that perhaps he felt the same spark of possibility.I understood him better now that he had told me all about how he was feeling this entire time. I knew there was a lot brewing inside of him, but the depth of it had left me speechless.Thomas reached across the table, his fingers grazing mine, tentative but warm. “Lydia,” he said softly, his voice trembling, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to keep making you feel like you’re waiting around for me, that you’re second to all of this other…stuff. I kn
(Ruby)The moment I saw it, I knew. It was everything I’d been searching for. High ceilings, exposed brick walls, and a wall of tall, inviting windows overlooking a quiet, tree-lined street. Light poured into the space, casting a soft glow over the bare floors. I could already picture it, the carefully arranged racks, the vintage mirrors, the tables with neatly folded collections I’d been curating for months. This wasn’t just another storefront; it felt like the boutique had already come to life here, waiting for me to bring it into focus.I took a deep breath, my eyes roaming over the open space as I let the reality settle in. I was really going to do this. I’d finally found the spot. My heart pounded with a mix of exhilaration and nervous energy, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like something was solidifying in my life. But along with the excitement, there was another feeling edging its way in, a familiar flicker of doubt, that voice whispering in the background, rem
(Jack)I’d barely had my coffee before I picked up the phone and called Amanda. I knew it was early, but if she was serious about getting me involved, she’d meet me on my terms. And this morning, my terms were in my office, where I had my privacy, resources, and George only a call away if we needed any extra support. After a brief pause on the line, she agreed, her voice softer than usual, almost uncertain. It was a side of her I wasn’t used to, but I pushed it aside as I prepared for the meeting. There were answers I needed, and I wasn’t about to let her dodge them.When she arrived, she looked different, worn down, like she’d spent the night watching her own shadow. As we settled across from each other in my office, I went straight to the point.“Amanda,” I said, keeping my tone even, “if I’m going to help you, I need to know exactly who I’m dealing with. I need more information on Marco.”Her expression darkened, and she crossed her arms, staring past me out the window, “I told yo
(Ruby)The evening air felt thick as I drove, one hand tapping the wheel in a rhythm that betrayed my nerves. I hadn’t been to Jack’s apartment since everything fell apart. The Golden Jubilee, my decision to move out, and the gradual, painful process of detangling my life from his, it all felt like I was peeling off layers of skin. This visit was the last piece. I kept telling myself it was just clothes and sewing supplies, things I could replace, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t true. They weren’t just any clothes; they were pieces I’d poured myself into. And I hadn’t found the heart to face Jack like this again until now.By the time I reached his place, the street lamps were casting long shadows across the sidewalk. I parked, took a deep breath, and gave myself a last-minute pep talk. I’d get my things, say my goodbyes, and leave. No lingering, no reminiscing.I knocked lightly, half-hoping he wasn’t home, even though I knew better. A moment later, the door opened, and there he w
(Lydia)The air was cool and quiet in Mama’s room as I sank into the armchair across from her. I’d missed the warmth of her presence, her gentle way of making everything seem more manageable.Mama looked up from her knitting, giving me a curious but gentle look, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”I hesitated, weighing my words carefully. “It’s about Thomas,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her soft gaze urging me on, “Things are...well, they’re better,” I continued, “But not entirely.”The words felt heavy. I wanted things to be whole again, but each day reminded me that some pieces were still missing. Thomas was trying, I could see that. Yet, despite his efforts, he still struggled with nightmares and the exhaustion that weighed him down. And then there was the ring, something he hadn’t mentioned to me, though Ruby had quietly let it slip.Mama set her knitting down on her lap, her fingers still, as she gave me her full attention. “Have you thought ab
(Lydia)It was late, and the house was quiet as I waited for the right moment. I’d spent hours going back and forth, letting Mama’s advice sink in, hoping to find a way to approach Thomas about the ring. I knew we had to talk about it, about what he’d wanted to do before everything went sideways. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The air between us was thick with things unsaid, moments I wanted back but couldn’t reclaim without stepping forward.Thomas was sitting in his home office, the light casting shadows over his face, making him look even more worn than usual. I knocked lightly, hoping he’d sense the calm resolve I’d finally gathered.“Hey,” I said softly as I stepped inside.He glanced up, offering a tired but genuine smile, “Hey, my love.”I felt a pang as I looked at him, the lines of exhaustion etched deeply into his face. He looked as though he’d barely slept in days, his skin a little paler, his eyes unfocused. This was my chance, but I knew I had to tread gently.“Thomas…do y
(Thomas)The last time I saw Jack, he was deflecting my questions about what had happened to leave him injured and refusing any professional help. Typical Jack, always shielding others from his chaos, carrying the weight of his decisions like a stubborn mule. I knocked firmly on his apartment door, which was closed this time, knowing he’d hear the sound even through the thick, industrial-style door. After a moment, the door creaked open. Jack stood there, shirtless, a fresh bandage wrapped around his side. He looked tired but not beaten. That was my brother, gritty, relentless, and unyielding even when life knocked him down.“Thomas,” he greeted with a nod, stepping aside to let me in, “Didn’t expect you to drop by.”“Clearly,” I replied, gesturing to his appearance, “You could’ve at least put on a shirt for the occasion.”He smirked faintly, closing the door behind me. Jack’s apartment was neat but lived-in, a mix of modern decor and personal touches that reflected Jack’s no-nonsen
(Lydia)The morning passed quietly, but my mind was anything but still. Talking to Mama in the garden earlier had eased some of the heaviness pressing down on my chest, but it hadn’t erased it entirely. It felt like smoothing a wrinkle in fabric only to have another one pop up. There were so many reasons for my hesitance, and the biggest one gnawed at me: I hadn’t told Thomas. I could still see his face from last night, relaxed and content, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at me over dinner. It had been a perfect evening, something we hadn’t shared in a long time. I hadn’t wanted to taint it with this...complication. But now, the silence I’d kept about Clara weighed on me like a stone. I stirred my coffee absently at the kitchen counter, staring out at the bright day outside. Mabel and Miles were at preschool, their laughter and chatter missing from the house, leaving it quieter than usual. Thomas had kissed me on the forehead before leaving for work, his expression one of
(Thomas)The faint hum of my office phone was drowned out by the stack of emails I had been working through since the moment I arrived at work. The buzz of productivity was always welcome, a way to focus my mind, especially after the whirlwind of emotions from last night. The date with Lydia had been everything I hoped it would be, a moment of calm amid the chaos. I found myself smiling as I clicked through a report, her laughter from last night still echoing in my mind. It had been a while since I’d seen her truly happy, her guard down, and it reminded me of why I fought so hard to protect what we had built together. My cell phone vibrated on the desk, breaking my thoughts. I glanced at the screen: Aiden. That name always brought a mix of feelings. Reassurance, because he was a solid ally, and apprehension, because his calls often came with heavy news. I picked up, leaning back in my chair, "Aiden, what’s the update?" His voice was steady but carried an edge, like a surgeon
(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