"Keira! Wait, you're going to Houston too?" Yuna beamed, her usual sunshine self.She acted like she hadn't seen any of the news online about Hayden. But I knew better. She'd totally seen it—she just wanted to keep things easy between us, like nothing had changed.Sure, she was Hayden's sister, but she had her own take on things. Our mess was ours, and it didn't mess with how I felt about her."You should probably start thinking of me as your ex-sister-in-law," I said with a dry smile. "Since, you know... your brother's marrying someone else."Her smile froze, her face dropping like she might actually cry."No." She shook her head, eyes fierce. "You'll always be my sister-in-law. I don't care what Hayden does; that spot's taken, and it's yours."It didn't exactly erase my heartache, but her words took the edge off, just a little. This girl... all the times I'd looked out for her? Worth it."Hayden still loves you, you know," Yuna suddenly said, lifting her hand like she was swea
Yuna nodded, then went on. "Keira, it's wild, but I actually do like snooker now. I never cared about it before, but suddenly, it's fun. And it's not just that... ever since my surgery, my tastes in food, my opinions, even some random preferences—they've all shifted."She looked at me, eyes wide with curiosity. "Do you think it's because of the heart I received? I read somewhere that organ transplants can bring some of the donor's habits along with them."Her face was all lit up, hoping I had an answer.I'd heard stories like that on TV, and even if science says it's a stretch, there are plenty of stories that make you wonder. Some people even say their taste in food changes after a liver transplant, like suddenly craving spicy stuff they couldn't stand before."Maybe," I replied, glancing at her chest, where a stranger's heart was now beating."Oh, we got off track," she realized, shaking her head. "We were talking about Hayden, right? Keira, I know he's keeping an eye on you, no
"Huh?!"Wait, Hayden went missing before?He'd never mentioned that. Now that I thought about it, in all the time we'd been together, he'd rarely talked about his family or his past, aside from Yuna.I'd always figured he felt self-conscious about his family background, and I didn't want to mess with his pride by asking. But now... maybe he'd kept quiet to hold me at a distance.The thought of that kinda stung."So... how did he go missing? Like, was he kidnapped by traffickers or something?" I half-joked."Worse. He was actually kidnapped. But my parents wouldn't let anyone talk about it."I blinked, stunned. "Wait, kidnapped? But wasn't he old enough back then? How did that even happen?""I don't know much," Yuna admitted. "My parents kept it all hush-hush. I just overheard things here and there. Later, they managed to find him, but right after that, they sent him off to join the military."She shook her head. "You have no idea how much I cried when he left for boot camp."
"Kiki, where's Yuna? Is she okay?" His voice softened, almost pleading.Hearing him call me "Kiki" hit somewhere deep. It'd been ages since he used that nickname.Just then, the exam room door opened, and Yuna came out. I handed her the phone. "It's for you."She looked surprised but took it, putting it to her ear. I stepped back, trying to give her some space, but I could still catch bits of her conversation."...I get so motion-sick, so Keira brought me to the hospital just to be safe... Don't worry, doc says my heart's fine. Just need some rest."...I know, with Keira around, what's there to worry about? And Hayden, heads up—I'm only accepting one sister-in-law. If you try to replace her, I'm cutting you off!"Her words made my chest ache, like I'd forgotten how to breathe."...Hayden, seriously. Don't stress. I'll take care of Keira too..."She raised her voice a bit on that last part, making sure I'd hear it. She was trying so hard to play matchmaker, but she didn't get th
So, I was being tracked this whole time.But what was his plan? Retaliate against me?I gripped my phone tighter, staring at the screen. Bruno hadn't sent anything else, but his silence felt like a threat hanging in the air.After a second of debating, I took a screenshot and sent it to Hayden. If Bruno was coming after me, and Yuna was here too, whatever mess he started could end up hurting her. Hayden needed to know. Even if he didn't care about me anymore, he couldn't ignore a risk to his sister.In that moment, it felt natural to reach out to Hayden. Maybe it was habit, or maybe, deep down, I still trusted him—whether he wanted me or not.As soon as I hit send, my phone rang. Hayden.I picked up but stayed quiet, waiting. He broke the silence first. "You don't need to worry. I'll have people watching you."His words hit me with a mix of relief and something warmer, though I tried not to show it."I don't need your protection," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I just don't
"Will Steve's match go on as planned? Is he still in danger?" I couldn't help but worry about him."He'll be fine," Hayden replied, sounding sure.I stared out into the dark night beyond the window. "Do I really have to go back home?"There was a pause, then Hayden said, "Wait for my update. And... delete that contact."For a second, it felt like he was about to say more, but then he just hung up.Between being in a foreign country and all this chaos, I knew sleep wasn't happening anytime soon.I took Hayden's advice and deleted "BX" from my chat app.Then I opened Steve's chat, tempted to send him a quick message, just to make sure he was okay. But knowing he was deep in training, I didn't want to distract him. So, I closed the chat without a word.Lying there, I forced my eyes shut even though my mind was spinning. When Yuna woke up early, I could hear her talking softly on the phone.Her voice was already gentle, but there was this sweetness to it when she was talking to so
Wade stayed quiet, clearly wrestling with something—or just unwilling to admit it.I decided to cut to the chase. "Wade, did you come into Yuna's life on purpose?"His head snapped up, panic flashing in his eyes. That look alone was answer enough.Thinking of how I resembled Narelle, and remembering how Wade had been close by after her passing—even following me into the hospital for Yuna's surgery—I couldn't help but ask, "Were you hoping that by spending time around Yuna, you'd get to see me more often? To... imagine Narelle through me?""No." His denial came out fast, almost desperately. "I haven't done that. Not even once."He took a big gulp of coffee, like he was trying to calm himself or bury something.I didn't say anything, just watched him carefully."Believe me or not," Wade said, his voice serious, "I've never thought of you as Narelle. You may look alike, but I know you're not the same person."His honesty reassured me—at least a little.I'd always worried that Wad
Thinking of the main reason I'd wanted to see Wade today, I said, "Wade, Yuna came to this game mainly to see you. This is a rare chance for you two to spend time together, so for the next few days, she'll be with you. Take care of her—and use this time to figure out how you really feel."He looked a little startled. "Isn't that... a bit inappropriate?"It was, considering why he'd gotten close to Yuna in the first place. But right now, I didn't have any other options.Keeping Yuna with me was too risky. The only solution was leaving her in Wade's care."There's nothing inappropriate about it. I trust you," I said, giving him a look that let him know I meant it.Wade's expression softened, a little awkward, but he nodded. "Thank you for trusting me."I raised my coffee cup toward him, and he managed a small smile.After a beat, I remembered Narelle's parents. "How are her folks doing?" I asked suddenly."They're okay," he said, glancing away. "I think they've mostly come to ter