LOGIN“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
“Hannah, you look even lovelier than the last time I saw you,” Emma said, planting a kiss on each of my cheeks before shoving a wrapped gift box into my hand. “Yes, I know you said no gifts, but I don’t care.”“I figured you wouldn’t,” I laughed, making a mental note to return that one to her as wel
HannahThe prison van was already waiting outside by the time Marcus realized that he had been wholly, truly, trapped.“Did you really think that no one here would record your evil villain speech, Dad?” Noah said, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder. “I thought you were smarter than that.”Ma
Hannah“Noah, look at this.”I climbed into the passenger seat and pulled the ticket out of my pocket. Noah’s eyes widened as he took it, studying the details.“Where did you get this?” he asked.“I swiped it off of Doctor Patel’s desk,” I said, admittedly a little proud of myself.Noah dropped the
HannahI laughed stiffly at that. “Funny,” I said, bouncing Melody a little in my arms. “I know she has fairer looks than you, Marcus, but she is your granddaughter.”Marcus said nothing. And as I met his cold, calculating gaze, the tightness in my chest deepened. The faint trace of amusement died o







