(Lydia)But Margaret was surprisingly calm around the kids. “Oh, my munchkins!” she exclaimed in a honey-sweet voice as they both trotted up to her. She ladled them both up into her arms. The joy in her eyes was contagious.“Grandma!” Mabel said happily, “Look at my pink rose!”. She extended her arm to show Margaret the glittering origami.“Ah,” Margaret gasped in indulgent delight, “This is a very pretty rose.” She nuzzled her nose against Mabel’s, “Just like my very pretty grand-daughter.”“Grandma Margaret?” Miles put an arm on her shoulder, “Have you met Grandma Adeline?” He pointed his other arm at my mother, who was sitting on the sofa, holding the paper tiger up to her eye level and painting delicate black stripes on it.Margaret smiled at Mama. “How do you do, Grandma Adeline?” she chuckled.Mama smiled back. “I’m well, Grandma Margaret. How do you do?”Mabel and Miles roared with laughter. They had caught up on this whole joke.“My tiger’s ready!” Miles exclaimed, “Come, Gran
(Lydia)Margaret took in my shocked expression. “Oh,” she said, “You didn’t know.”“How could I have known?” I responded.“I mean you’re mother’s here,” Margaret said, “She ought to have known.”“Don’t drag Mama into this!” I snarled.I didn’t even know why I got angry. Perhaps, it was because I had been on edge all day since my meeting with Sarah.Margaret’s voice was calm and collected. But her eyes were a set of stones. “Thomas doesn’t know anything about this either,” she said, “And I have no intention of letting him find out. Lydia, I’ve let your father know that he will have to reach out to you for money. He can squeeze the last drop out of you for all I care.”She straightened her back and looked condescendingly at me, “But I will not respond to threats made against my family. Get a grip on your father, is that clear?”“First of all, Margaret,” my nostrils flared, “I don’t need to tell your son about any of this. Second of all, I think you should know that I have already paid o
(Thomas)Sarah was starting to feel a bit better. This morning, in fact, she had her house help bring in some vanity items and emerged from the bathroom after three hours with much glossier hair. I was pleased to see that color was returning to her cheeks and that she was returning to the land of the living.The baby is also doing fine now. But my heart felt tighter than ever.Although I had been working remotely -- and delegating most of my work to Jack – while I had been at the hospital to look after Sarah, I did not want to stay around her forever.All that I could think of was Lydia. I had wanted to return to start a life with her again and helped Sarah raise our child. It was the only thing that I wanted to do.But Mother had to facilitate – and even lead – most of the meetings ever since this disaster had happened and she had told me that with a new trend in the industry, our company was likely to suffer.And she had told me that, considering all that, it would be best for me to
(Lydia)Margaret was yelling at the chief of the Colorado police department. “HOW DARE YOU NOT HAVE FOUND THEM YET?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE ARE NO TRAFFIC CAMERAS NEAR MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW’S HOUSE?! WHAT KIND OF A FLAWED, STUPID INSTITUTION ARE YOU RUNNING?!”The officer, Murray, was listening in obedient silence. I could tell that he was a little afraid of Margaret. And he should have been; she had never looked scarier in her life. Her eyes were wide, her lips were a tight line, and her voice was roaring.I, on the other hand, could not say a single word. Even the details of the report were given to the chief’s second in command, James Becker, by my mother. He was sitting in front of me, hastily taking notes and quivering at the wrath of my ex-mother-in-law.But nothing was making sense to me. I sat there, white with horror, my lips pursed and my mind numb. How could such a thing have happened? How could I have allowed it to happen?“He pulled out a knife,” Mama said, “and held it to m
(Lydia)“Now remember, ma’am, you need to stay calm,” James Becker said to me. He had been training me on how to speak with my father in a way that would tilt the situation in our favor. He had also instructed everyone else in the room to not speak when the phone call came unless he gave them a signal. “You must never allow him to feel as though he has the upper hand. This is a hostage situation.”The police had barely finished setting up the surveillance and tracing equipment when my phone began to ring. My vision was blurry and my ears were ringing. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone.“Hello, then, Mrs. Lombardi,” my father’s voice rasped and leered, “We speak again…”I swallowed. “What do you want?” My voice was calm and clear, but I was gripping the table with both hands to keep myself from shaking.Thomas, Jack, Ruby, and Margaret, were all seated at the table around me. A tactical team was spread around the room with their laptops laid out and monitoring the call.“It
(Lydia)I knew that it was crazy to ask him to stay. But I knew that there was no way that I was ever going to be able to manage to pull through the night without him. I half expected him to say no, to return to his fiancée, and to leave me alone to deal with all of this.If he would have done that, I would have been fine. I had taught myself to pull through things. But right now, in this particular moment, I felt incredibly vulnerable.The whole world felt unfamiliar and scary and I did not want to go through this without him. I did not want to go through the pain of being apart from my children, of not knowing where they were or how they were doing while they were in a situation as dangerous as this, without the man who had, with me, brought them into this world.He had not been there when they had been born. He had not been there for their first three birthdays. But this – and especially because of the way that our relationship had changed and evolved over the last few weeks – I c
(Thomas)Lydia had been sobbing into my chest for the past hour. I did not stop her. I wanted to help her process her grief, her fear, and her pain in that moment. I could understand how she felt: helpless, terrified, and weak.To be honest, I could feel the same things, too.Outside, Mother was making calls to many of our associates: business partners with political allies, government officials, police officers, and even a member of the intelligence. She was going to pull every last string until the children were safely back home.I wanted to go out there and make the calls in her stead, maybe even go to the houses of the people who I knew could help. But, right now, I needed to be here for Lydia.She had fallen asleep crying and I had gently shifted her, trying to grab a cushion on my side and rest her head on it. But she had stirred when I had moved. So I had slowly shifted her head into my lap and put my feet up so that she could rest comfortably.I could feel the gentle rise and
(Lydia)My stomach was twisting itself into knots. I didn’t know whether it was guilt about allowing this to happen, worry about what could happen to my children, or both of these at once.All I knew was that I should have absolutely not trusted my father. I began pacing up and down the hallway.Upstairs, Mama had locked herself up into her bedroom. I knew that she was chain-smoking in there.“We’ve gotten in touch with intelligence,” Thomas said to me.I paused. I ran up to him. “Do they have the location?” my voice was frantic.Thomas slowly shook his head, his eyes large and his mouth small with worry.“THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF BRINGING IT UP?!” I snapped.I was too out of my wits to be able to deal with my emotions right now. And I honestly could not understand why Thomas would not understand that.He stared at me, a little shaken.Margaret walked slowly up to us.“It’s going to be fine, Lydia,” she said, but her voice was quiet and her skin was ashen.“It is not going to be fin
(Lydia)By the time I reached Ruby’s apartment, I could hardly breathe. My legs burned from climbing the stairs two at a time, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing, filled with every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ruby’s phone going unanswered and her not showing up at the mansion had sent my thoughts spiraling into dark territory.I pounded on her door, my fist landing hard against the wood.“Ruby? Open up! It’s me!”The hallway was eerily silent, my frantic knocks echoing off the walls. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch even the faintest sound of movement inside.“Ruby, please! Are you okay?”The seconds stretched unbearably. Then, finally, I heard the muffled shuffle of footsteps. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting.The door opened just a crack, and Ruby appeared, peeking through the gap. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a flicker of something…annoyance? Discomfort?“Lydia,” she said, her voice carefully even, “What are you doing here?”I pushed th
(Lydia)I spent the car ride back home in relative silence, my thoughts consumed by everything that had happened in the past few months. The whirlwind of Nathan’s threats, Jack’s complicated relationship with Ruby, and Mama’s illness. It felt like I was constantly running a marathon with no finish line in sight.Now, as I crossed the threshold into the house, a surge of relief washed over me. At least for a few hours, I could breathe.My speech in the Assembly Hall had been well-received and I was grateful for that. What I had done was a long time coming because I had been worried about Mabel and Miles’ school for quite some time. Ever since they came home one day and told me what the kids were talking about, I had a thought in the back of my mind that this was going to be a problem moving forwards. And it was.Well, I hope all of that was settled now. As I walked into the living room, I saw Mama sitting in a recliner, bundled in a blanket despite the warmth of the room.“Back alread
(Ruby)I left the boutique in the afternoon to go to my apartment. I had some chores to do and I knew the apartment was probably a mess. When I reached there, I immediately started to do laundry. It took time, but I got it done just in time.As I folded the last of the laundry, I couldn’t help but think about what to eat since I’d planned to grab a quick bite before heading to the mansion to look after Mama. One of my workers was closing the boutique for me today, a rare reprieve I desperately needed. I had just gathered my things when a knock at the door startled me. I paused, glancing at the clock. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peering through the peephole, I saw nothing but the empty corridor. My first thought was that it might be another bouquet. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the door. What I saw made me gasp so loudly I nearly dropped my bag. “Jack!” He was on his knees, his face pale and sweaty, twisted in pain. Blood stained his shirt and pants, and his han
(Jack)The tension had been building inside me all morning, a storm of frustration and unanswered questions I couldn’t shake. Thomas’s decision to meet with Nathan still gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the secrecy of it, though that alone was bad enough, it was the recklessness. The risk. But as much as that boiled my blood, there was another matter weighing heavily on my mind, and this one had a name: Marco.By midday, I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to get anything productive done sitting in my office, stewing over things I couldn’t control. I grabbed my jacket, told my assistant I’d be out for the rest of the day, and headed for Amanda’s apartment. If anyone could give me answers about Marco, it was her. When I reached her apartment, Amanda opened the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she asked, “Jack? What are you doing here?” “We need to talk,” I said, stepping inside before she could protest. She frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door behind me. Her apartme
(Ruby)The boutique was quiet that morning, the kind of peaceful hum that made it easy to focus. I was in the back office, hunched over my sketchbook, refining designs for a new collection. My desk was strewn with fabric swatches, colored pencils, and notes scribbled on sticky pads. A rich emerald green satin caught my eye, and I reached for it, envisioning how it could drape into a gown. The chime of the boutique’s door opening filtered through the walls, followed by the light footsteps of customers browsing. I barely looked up, trusting my small but capable team to handle the sales floor. “Ruby,” Mia, one of my new hires, called from the doorway. She was a petite girl with a shy smile who had started just a week ago. I glanced up, pushing my hair back from my face, “What’s up?” “There’s a man asking to see you,” she said, shifting nervously, “He’s...um...he looks important.” I frowned, setting my pencil down. Important? My mind immediately went to Adam. Maybe he was here t
(Lydia)I stretched my arms, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. The sun was peeking through the horizon and today was the day where I would be taking a stand in front of all the parents. I shoved thoughts of Clara and her cryptic messages aside. That mystery could wait. My focus now was on standing up for myself and my children against the parents who had dared to insult us in such a vile way.Mabel and Miles were already awake, their chatter filling the house as they got dressed for school. It was good to see them so excited about returning to class. Their enthusiasm fueled my resolve. I joined them in the kitchen, ensuring their breakfast was hearty enough to carry them through their day.Thomas came down just as the kids were finishing up. He looked slightly more rested than he had the previous evening, though his demeanor was still a little distant. As he grabbed his coffee, I walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck at work,” I murmured, my hand brush
(Lydia)The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound the only companion to my restless pacing in the living room. I glanced at the door for what felt like the hundredth time, waiting for Thomas to come home. My meeting with the principal had gone better than expected, or at least, I had managed to secure a proper confrontation with the other parents. But the weight of it, the anger I’d felt earlier, was still coiled tightly inside me, waiting to be shared. Finally, the sound of keys jingling at the door broke my train of thought. Thomas stepped in, his tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulders sagged, and there was a faint crease between his brows, the kind that appeared only when he was genuinely stressed. "Hey," I greeted softly, walking over to him, “Rough day?”He nodded, offering me a tired smile as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “Just one of those days. Work’s a mess right now.”I wanted to press him for more, but the lines on his face told
(Thomas)Standing by the massive floor-to-ceiling window in my office, I watched the city skyline, its usual vibrancy dulled by the fog in my mind. The weight of what I was about to do settled heavily on my chest, but I couldn’t back down now. Nathan’s trial loomed on the horizon, and his request to meet one last time echoed in my thoughts. There was no way to shake the feeling that this meeting might hold the key to something vital, even if it came at a personal cost.I picked up my phone and scrolled to Aiden’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice as sharp and precise as ever.“Thomas,” he said, “I assume this is about Nathan.”“It is,” I replied, my tone flat but resolute, “I’ve decided to meet him.”There was a pause on the line, long enough to make me think he might object outright. Finally, Aiden sighed, “You’re sure about this? You understand what you’re walking into.”“I’m sure,” I said, “But I want to make something absolutely clear. This meeting stays between u
(Lydia)Walking into the principal’s office, my hands felt unusually steady. The incident from a week ago rang in my mind, those mothers standing in front of the school, blocking my way, their condescending smirks and venomous words spilling out like poison in front of my children. I had been humiliated, sure, but more than that, I was enraged. Not because they had said those things to me, but because Mabel and Miles had heard every single word. It wasn’t just me they had attacked, it was my family, my children. And no one, not even a clique of overzealous parents with too much time on their hands, was going to make my children feel unworthy or unsafe.The principal’s office was predictably neat and orderly, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air. She was a woman in her late fifties with kind but firm eyes and she greeted me with a professional smile when I entered.“Ms. Lydia, please have a seat,” she said, gesturing toward the chair opposite her desk.I sat, straight-backed