My stomach twisted. The question, so innocent and simple, felt like a punch to the gut. I frowned, trying to mask the pain that flared within me.“I don’t know, Martha,” I said, my voice flat. “And frankly, I don’t care anymore.”“But…” Martha started, clearly unconvinced.“We’re fine without him,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended.“Connor is happy, we’re happy. It’s not important.”I added.I could feel Martha’s gaze on me, her concern growing. I knew she saw through my facade, knew that the truth was far more complicated. I couldn’t bear to explain, to relive the pain, the betrayal, the utter devastation.I remember how Franco banished me from our home. He had filed for divorce, claiming he had found someone else, someone better, someone who could give him what I couldn’t. The details of his betrayal, the words he had used, the way he had treated me, still haunted me.“Madam, you can’t just pretend he doesn’t exist,” Martha said gently, her voice filled with concern. “
My heart skipped a beat as I rushed out of my room and into Connor's. As I crossed the threshold, my eyes fell upon my precious son lying in bed, his face pale and drawn. Martha hovered over him, her hands trembling as she wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead."What's wrong, Martha?" I asked, my voice thick with concern."He has a high fever, Madam," Martha replied. "He's been burning up for hours."A wave of panic washed over me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Connor had always been a healthy child, and I had never seen him so sick before. I frantically checked his temperature, and the reading sent shivers down my spine: 104 degrees Fahrenheit."We need to take him to the hospital, now!" I exclaimed, my voice rising in desperation.Martha nodded in agreement and rushed to gather Connor's things. As we bundled him into the car, I couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at my heart.The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios,
FRANCO’S POVThe next morning, I awoke with a throbbing headache, the remnants of last night's drunken stupor. In a desperate attempt to numb the pain of my broken heart and to forget my problems in the company, I had drowned myself in liquor. I'm also seeking solace from the memories of Celine who had haunted my thoughts since I saw her the previous evening.Five years had passed since I had made the stupid decision to leave her for Athena, my current wife—a woman who had proven to be nothing but a gold digger and heartless shell.As I stumbled out of bed, Athena's shrill voice pierced the morning air from our adjacent bedroom.“Franco, you're a useless drunkard! How could you ignore all those calls from the company? You're supposed to be the CEO, not some incompetent fool!”Her words stung like a whip, tearing open the wounds that had been festering within me for years. I had lost everything that mattered: my love and respect. All because I had allowed myself to be blinded by Athena
A surge of emotions washed over me—happiness, excitement, and a profound sense of relief.I immediately pulled over and jumped out of my car. As I approached the boy, I couldn't help but smile. He was even cuter than I remembered, with his rosy cheeks, sparkling eyes, and a mischievous grin."Hi there, little man," I said, my voice filled with warmth. "Do you remember me?"The boy's eyes widened in surprise, and a look of recognition crossed his face.“You're the man who almost hit me with your car! Uncle Franco!” he exclaimed.I laughed softly. “That's right,” I said. “But I'm so glad I didn't hit you. You're a very special little boy.”As I reached out to give him a hug, his nanny, a young woman named Martha, stepped forward. "Excuse me, sir" she said, her voice polite but firm. "We're not supposed to talk to strangers.""I'm not a stranger. I met you and Connor last time."I insisted.Martha hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. "Yes, I remember you"she said. "But I'm sorr
Connor’s smile faltered momentarily, replaced by a fleeting flicker of confusion.“He’s gone,” he whispered, his tiny hand clutching the worn teddy bear he held.“Mommy says he’s gone.”I was shocked. How could a child so young understand such a complex concept? “I’m sorry, Connor,” I said, feeling a lump forming in my throat.“It’s hard when someone you love is gone.”“But I want to see him. I want to know what he looks like” he insisted, his voice unwavering. I looked at his small, determined face, his innocent belief in the power of his desire. It was a belief that I, with all my years of experience and knowledge, had somehow lost. The world was filled with complexities, with things that couldn’t be explained or controlled. But Connor, in his pure innocence, still believed in the impossible, in the magic of hope.Our conversation was interrupted by Martha's voice calling Connor’s name.“Connor, baby, it’s time to go home!” Martha appeared at the doorway, her face etched with conc
CELINE’S POVBut the call suddenly dropped and no one answered me from the other line. I frowned and told Martha how come that man dropped the call. "Look, how can i trust him now if he dropped the call?!"I frowned."Look how disrepectful is he!"I added."Madam, maybe there's no signal or he didn't hear you,"Martha insisted."No, he only prove that he can't help. And Martha where did you get his number? Huh?!"I asked her.She told me she met him again and they became textmates, but I'm not convinced. I have a doubt that she let Connor talk to that man again despite my strict order to not talk to any strangers. So, I confronted her immediately."Martha, you know I told you to keep Connor away from strangers. Why did you let him talk to this Franco?"Martha's face paled, and she looked down at her feet. "I… I didn't mean to disobey you, madam. I only wanted to help Connor. He seemed so kind. He said he’d help us. He even offered to find a blood donor.”I questioned, my voice tight with
I had told him he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers like that man, Franco. But he insisted that Franco was a good man and that he felt he had a daddy when he was with him. I felt a pang of hurt and worry, and I couldn't help but wonder who this Franco was."Mommy, why can't I see Uncle Franco?"Connor asked, his little face scrunched up in confusion."Because, baby, we don't him well. He's a stranger," I said, trying to keep my voice calm."But he's nice to me. He buys me ice cream and plays with me,"Connor protested."I know, baby, but he's a stranger, and you should never talk to strangers," I said, trying to reason with him."But Mommy, I like him,"Connor said, his voice filled with sadness.I hugged him tightly. "I know, baby, but I'm just trying to protect you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you.""But I want to see Uncle Franco,"Connor said, his voice muffled against my shoulder."I know, baby, but you can't. I won't let him hurt you,"I said, my voice firm."Please lis
FRANCO'S POVThe days blurred into weeks. Athena and I become strangers in our house, two figures inhabiting the same space, bound by a thread of mutual resentment. “Franco?” Her voice, strained with a forced cheerfulness, sliced through the morning quiet. I pretended not to hear. The newspaper, a shield held up against her, muffled the world. “Franco, are you listening?” I kept my eyes fixed on the headlines, a dull ache throbbing in my temple. I couldn’t bear to look at her, couldn’t bear the accusing glint in her eyes. She was right, I knew.We had argued for weeks just because of Martha. I want to apologize to Martha and really worried for Connor but i cannot contact her anymore after i dropped the call. I really felt guilty at what I did just because of Athena. “Franco, the plumber’s coming today. You need to let him in.” The newspaper crinkled, a sigh escaping my lips. “I said, Franco,” her voice had hardened, “the plumber’s coming. You need to let him in.” I finall
Connor burst into the room, his laughter infectious. “Mom! Can we have a picnic in the backyard later?”Celine smiled, her heart swelling at his enthusiasm. “Absolutely! We’ll make it special.”Franco appeared in the doorway, a soft smile on his face. “I can help with the picnic,” he said, stepping into the kitchen. The warmth between them had been growing, and she could feel the connection rekindling after all they had endured.As they prepared for their little picnic, Celine felt a flutter of anticipation. She caught Franco glancing at her, his eyes filled with admiration. The memories of their past—the hurt, the struggles—began to fade, replaced by a shared understanding and a desire to move forward together.Once they were outside, they spread out a blanket beneath the shade of a large oak tree. The afternoon was bright, and the world felt vibrant around them. Celine watched as Connor played,
The sun peeked through the curtains of Celine's small living room, casting a warm glow over the room. It had been a week since they had escaped the warehouse, and the world felt a little brighter. The shadows of Harvey and his men still loomed large, but justice had been served. Harvey was behind bars, facing serious charges, and Celine felt a weight lift from her shoulders.As she watched Connor play with his toys, Celine couldn’t help but smile. He was starting to heal, laughter returning to his voice. Franco had been a steady presence since their ordeal, never leaving their side, supporting them both as they adjusted to a new sense of normalcy.“Can I help you with anything?” Franco asked, entering the room with a freshly brewed cup of coffee for Celine. His gaze was steady and sincere, filled with the determination to mend the fractures in their relationship.“Just keeping an eye on him,” Celine replied, motioning to Connor, who
The adrenaline from their escape quickly faded as Celine, Franco, and Connor found themselves stumbling through the dark woods. Each crunch of leaves beneath their feet felt like a reminder of the danger still lurking behind them. They needed to find safety, but every shadow seemed to whisper of Harvey’s reach.“Are we far enough?” Connor’s small voice broke the tense silence, his eyes wide with fear.Celine glanced back, her heart heavy. “We need to keep moving, sweetheart,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “We can’t stop until we’re sure we’re safe.”Franco led the way, his expression grim. “We should find a place to hide,” he suggested, scanning their surroundings. “If Harvey’s men are still after us, we need to stay off the main paths.”Just as they pushed deeper into the trees, a chilling sound echoed through the night—a distant shout that
Celine's world spun as she fought against the hands gripping her arms, but she was outnumbered. The chaos of the struggle turned into a blur, voices merging into a cacophony of shouts and grunts. Connor’s terrified face was imprinted in her mind as she was dragged away from him, but there was no time to think; they were all in danger.“Franco!” she cried, her voice strained as she was pulled further away. Despair flooded her as she caught a glimpse of him grappling with one of Harvey's men. The chaos twisted in her gut as she was shoved into a waiting van, the cold metal biting into her skin.Franco’s eyes met hers for just a moment, a fierce determination in his gaze. “Celine! Connor!” he shouted, but another man lunged at him, blocking his way. The last thing she saw was his struggle as the van doors slammed shut.The van jostled as it sped away, the sound of tires crunching on gravel filling the air. Celine sat in the darkn
Celine’s heart raced as she and Connor dashed deeper into the woods, the shadows closing in around them. Each step felt like a lifeline, but the distant shouts of Harvey’s men echoed through the trees, a haunting reminder of the danger that lurked behind them.“Mom, I’m so tired!” Connor panted, his little legs struggling to keep up.“I know, sweetheart. Just a little further,” she urged, fighting to keep her own panic at bay. They needed to find a safe place to hide. Her mind raced through options, each one fraught with uncertainty.As they rounded a thick cluster of trees, Celine suddenly spotted an old hollowed-out log. “There!” she whispered, pointing it out to Connor. “Get inside!”He climbed in quickly, and she crouched beside him, holding her breath as she listened for the sounds of their pursuers. The shouts grew louder, closer, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her.
The sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple as Celine, Franco, and Connor settled into their makeshift hideout. Laughter and lighthearted chatter filled the air, pushing aside the worries that had weighed on them for so long. Celine felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of belonging that had been missing for too long.But as the shadows grew longer, a heavy tension settled over the clearing. Celine’s instincts kicked in, her earlier happiness slipping away. She glanced at Franco, who seemed to feel it too; his smile faded as he scanned the woods around them.“Let’s head back,” he suggested, his voice low. “It’s getting dark, and we don’t want to be out here when we can’t see.”“Can we play for a little longer?” Connor pleaded, his eyes bright with excitement.“Just for a few minutes,” Celine said, hoping to ease her son’s disappoin
The sun peeked through the gaps in the wooden slats of the cabin, casting warm stripes of light across the room. Celine stirred awake, the comforting weight of Connor’s small body pressed against her side. Franco was still asleep in the chair nearby, his face softened in repose. For a moment, Celine simply watched them, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. The memories of their past—the pain, the distance—haunted her, but the warmth of the present was undeniable. They were together, fighting for their family. As she shifted, Connor stirred, blinking sleepily up at her. “Morning, Mom,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” He nodded, stretching like a cat. “Can we play again today?”Celine smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Of course. Maybe we can explore the area a bit. There’s a whole forest out there.”“Can we find a secret fort?” he asked, eyes bright with excitement.“Definitely,” she replied, her hea
The car bumped along the rough dirt road, the trees closing in around them like a protective barrier against the world. Celine glanced at Franco, who sat in the front passenger seat, his jaw set and eyes alert. She felt an unspoken connection between them growing stronger amidst the chaos, a tether forged in the fire of their shared struggle.“Are we almost there?” Connor asked from the backseat, his voice a mix of exhaustion and anxiety.“Just a few more minutes, buddy,” Franco replied, turning slightly to give their son a reassuring smile. Celine noted the warmth in Franco's eyes, a glimmer of hope amid the darkness.“Can we play a game when we get there?” Connor asked, attempting to lift the mood.Celine couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with affection. “Absolutely. What do you want to play?”“I want to play hide and seek!” Connor exclaimed, a bright spark lighting up his face.Franco chuckled softly, glancing back at Celine with a hint of pride. “I think we can manage th
The truck rumbled down the uneven logging road, its headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope. Celine sat beside Connor, her heart still racing as the trees blurred past. The sound of the engine filled the silence, but her mind was a whirlpool of anxiety.“Are we almost there?” Connor asked, his voice small and tired.“Just a little longer,” Celine replied, forcing a smile. She glanced at Franco, who was focused on the road, brow furrowed with concentration. “Keep an eye out for any signs,” Elias said, scanning the sides of the road. “We need to find a place to lay low.”They drove in tense silence, the weight of their situation pressing heavily on all of them. Celine felt the pulse of fear in her veins, a constant reminder that they were being hunted. Suddenly, Franco slowed the truck as they approached a clearing. “There’s the town,” he said, pointing to a cluster of dim lights in the distance. “We should park a little ways out and approach on foot.”“Good idea