Before dawn, I woke up again. After a quick shower, I noticed a text from Hayden reminding me to grab the breakfast he'd left outside my door.He never asked why I didn't eat the last one, but he still kept making it for me anyway.I didn't want to waste his effort this time, so I ate the breakfast and headed to work.When I got there, the place was still empty since I was early. I sketched out my plan for the day, looked over everyone's recent work, and realized I still had some time to kill before the day officially started.I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through social media. I mean, yeah, it's a total time-suck, but I don't have many friends these days. At least this way, I can keep up with their lives, even if we don't really talk anymore. It was kind of nice to see how they were doing.Steve posted about some billiards tournament he entered. Lena, the superstar OB-GYN, posted about delivering another baby—she tracks every single one she helps bring into the worl
As soon as I sent the message, Steve called me back almost immediately."What's up? Someone trying to take advantage of you?" he asked bluntly.I laughed. "I wish! I haven't even met the guy. How's that supposed to work?""You haven't met him? So you're asking me to dig him up just 'cause you're curious?" Steve sounded surprised. "Keira, you think I've got that much free time?"He'd literally just posted about entering some billiards tournament, so I knew he was busy.Realizing I might've jumped the gun, I quickly said, "If you're swamped, forget it. I'm just curious. It's no big deal.""Come on, are you trying to guilt-trip me?" Steve joked, pretending to be offended.I chuckled. "Nah, seriously, just curiosity. If you have time, cool. If not, don't stress.""For you, I've always got time," he said, reassuring me. "I'll look into it."But he didn't hang up right away. I could tell there was something else on his mind—probably about Jace's post.I stayed quiet. After a long p
Where else could I go to hold onto their memories?"Keira," a voice called out from the stairwell.It was Ms. Brown, Hayden's landlord.I didn't even have to ask—I knew she'd heard about the demolition."Keira, they're really going to tear this place down... such a shame," she sighed.I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, my expression reflecting the sadness I felt.Ms. Brown went on, "I just spent money fixing up my place. It's barely been rented out a month, and now I have to kick the tenant out. What a waste."I stayed quiet."Keira, I've been trying to reach that young man renting my place, but he's not picking up. If you see him, can you tell him to call me back? And maybe give him a heads-up about the demolition so he can start looking for a new place and pack up his stuff.""Sure," I agreed."Thanks, Keira," Ms. Brown said politely, but her tone quickly shifted to a more gossipy one. "You've met him, right? That guy renting my place—he seems decent, doesn't
VastReach Group.Thorsten Drago.The moment I saw the company name and the bold signature of the legal representative, everything clicked. Both were too familiar to ignore.VastReach Group is RiverwaveCorp's biggest partner, and Matthew had a particularly close relationship with Thorsten Drago, the chairman of VastReach.But what confused me was why my dad had a contract with VastReach from ten years ago.As far as I knew, my dad wasn't working for RiverwaveCorp back then. So what was he doing with this contract?I flipped through it again. It was an agreement for a new energy development project. That same project is now a major division under RiverwaveCorp—extremely successful and making tons of money.Technically, this contract should have belonged to RiverwaveCorp. But Matthew's signature wasn't on it.I set the contract aside and opened my father's notebook.It was a work diary, mostly filled with project plans and symbols I couldn't quite make sense of. I kept flipping t
But I had to find out the truth about my dad's death.After going back and forth in my head, I realized I didn't have much of a choice—I needed Wayne. I just had to come up with a good excuse.While I was still mulling it over, my phone rang.It was Lindey, and she didn't waste any time. "Jace is gonna be the death of me and Matthew! If he really goes through with dating Tanya Twain, I swear, we'll drop dead before we let that happen."I wasn't shocked by her reaction. I tried to keep my voice calm. "Lindey, seriously, you guys shouldn't let this get to you. I mean, relationships, marriage... it's not something parents can control.""Of course we can't control him! Otherwise, we wouldn't have let things with you and him get this far. But if he thinks he's bringing a pregnant widow into this family? No way in hell," Lindey snapped.Her words piled onto the pressure already crushing me, and honestly, I didn't know what to say—or if I even wanted to.Jace and Tanya had betrayed me.
"Matthew..." I stammered, my voice shaky with shock."Rea," he said, giving me a strained smile."Your hair..." I reached out, instinctively wanting to touch it.He frowned, confused. "What about my hair? Is it messy?"Suddenly, tears started streaming down my face.Seeing me cry, he looked even more confused. "What's going on? Why are you crying? Did Lindey say something to upset you? Don't listen to her, you know how she is."It hit me—he hadn't even noticed that his hair had turned almost completely gray.Just a few days ago, his hair was still black. But now? It wasn't totally gray, but at least eighty percent of it had gone silver.He looked like a completely different person, like he'd aged decades in just a few days. From a strong, middle-aged man to someone who seemed... fragile.I couldn't find the words. Especially since he had no idea what had happened to him.Instead, I stepped forward and hugged him tightly, the tears flowing freely now.He patted my back gently
Yes, everyone grows old, but seeing someone age overnight? That hit different. It pulled at your heart in a way that was hard to put into words.Matthew still brewed the tea, but even as I sipped it, all I could taste was the bitterness."Take this tea with you. Brew it at home—it's good for your skin," he said, carefully packing up the rest of the tea leaves for me.He really did treat me like a daughter. And now, more than ever, I could feel the guilt behind his kindness.I couldn't say no—it'd only make him feel worse."Alright, once I run out, I'll be back for more," I said, trying to keep my tone light, hoping to cut through the heaviness in the air."Good. Whatever you need, just ask. Rea, you're my daughter. You know that, right?" His voice was filled with sincerity.I nodded. "And in my heart, you've always been like a father to me."Back when I was in school, Matthew always came to my parent-teacher meetings.Sometimes Lindey wanted to go, but he insisted, saying his
I'd planned and plotted to get into Matthew's car, but in the end, it was way easier than I expected.Now, finding the address I needed? That was gonna take some work."Hey, Edward, can you pull over? My stomach's feeling kinda off. I think I'm gonna puke," I said, putting on my best 'I'm-about-to-die' face as we passed a pharmacy.He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, instantly looking freaked out. "Yeah, sure, sure," he said, pulling over fast.Once the car stopped, Edward turned around, full-on worried now. "Rea, you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?""Nah, it's probably just the tea Matthew made. Messed with my stomach or something," I said casually, dropping Matthew's name so Edward wouldn't brush it off.I clutched my stomach for extra drama. "Could you grab me some omeprazole from the pharmacy? One pill should do the trick."Edward nodded, but still looked unsure. "You sure you don't need a doctor?"I didn't respond, just gave him a look that said, drop it.Ed