My heart skipped a beat. "Did someone die?" I asked instinctively."No... It's not that," Wayne replied. I let out a breath of relief.At least no one was dead. That meant it wasn't a catastrophe."All the lights just stopped working," he said.I glanced out the window at the glittering city skyline. "The lights all went out at once?""Yes, everything. It all went dark suddenly. The technicians have already checked—it's not a power outage, the wiring is fine, and the equipment is operational. But there's no lighting effect," Wayne explained, his frustration coming through loud and clear.His words left me equally frustrated. I didn't know much about lighting systems, but I did know one thing: the entire design and post-production of the park's lighting had been Hayden's work.If only he were here.But there were no "if onlys" in life."Are all the lights completely off?" I asked, slipping on my shoes."No, they're... white," Wayne said, catching me mid-step."White?" I repea
I glanced back at the window. The amusement park, once eerie and dead quiet, was now lit up like a dream. Cheers from outside drifted in, muffled but unmistakable."It's back," Wayne muttered, eyes glued to the glowing scene beyond the glass."Ms. Kay, Mr. Johnston, look..." One of the tech guys pointed at the monitor, voice tight.I followed his gaze. The lights on the screen weren't stable anymore. They'd warped into messy, zigzagging streaks."There's still an issue," Wayne said, frowning hard.For a beat, I just stared, heart pounding. Then, without thinking, I bolted for the door. I didn't stop running until I was outside. The noise hit me like a wall—screams, gasps, and excited chatter. A crowd was gathered, all pointing at the lights."There are words up there!" someone shouted.I tilted my head back, and my breath caught. The shifting lights sparked a memory—Hayden's proposal. My chest squeezed as I remembered the streamers, the words floating around me: [Kiki, marry me.
I didn't stop running until I reached the Ferris wheel.Since the park opened, it had become the spot—people called it "The Eye of Seavora.""Get me on it!" I said.Apparently, my name carried enough weight to pause the whole ride. The gondola creaked as it started moving, lifting me up and away from everything below.Down there, Wayne just stood, neck craned, his gaze locked on me as I climbed higher.From the top, the park stretched out like a living postcard. Last time I was up here, Hayden was with me, fiddling with the lights after hours. We didn't just admire the view—we were in our own little bubble, drowning in the bliss of it all.The lights were just as beautiful now. But he wasn't here.Except... no. He was here.The lights earlier—it wasn't random. He was telling me something.When the gondola hit the peak, everything spread out: the park, the glittering skyline of Seavora. But I wasn't here for the view.I was here for him. Just him."Hayden!" I shouted, my voic
"You watched him get cremated, didn't you? It's probably just a coincidence." Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. His gaze drifted back up to the Ferris wheel, where Keira was still at the top.***I stayed up there until the last of the park-goers had left, until the bright lights dimmed and melted into the quiet of the night. Only then did I finally step off the Ferris wheel.Wayne was still waiting, coming over to help me down.His eyes scanned my face, like he was trying to read something I wasn't offering.But I'd left everything up there, spilled out with the view. By the time I was back on the ground, I was just... me again."It's late. Let's go," he said softly.I trailed behind him out of the park, breaking the silence with, "Tell me about Demi.""She's in Lindale. That's all I know. If you want more, you'll have to reach out yourself," he said, careful as always.He pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick message. "Her number and address. Sent.""
Their faces tightened with suspicion. "Who are you?" one asked sharply.It hit me—they didn't recognize me. We'd met before, but that was years ago, and they'd aged since then."I'm... a friend of Desmond's," I lied, keeping my tone light. No way would they tell me anything if I revealed the real reason I was here. "I heard he had a baby and thought I'd check in."Their eyes darted to each other, their unease palpable. "We've never seen you before," one said, voice sharp with doubt. "And Desmond never mentioned a friend like you."Their guardedness made sense—these days, you couldn't be too careful with all the scams and con artists around.I offered a gentle smile as I handed over the small gifts I'd brought. "It's okay. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. That's all."But they didn't take them. "We don't know you, and we're not comfortable with this."With that, they turned and walked away.I stayed rooted in place, watching them go. Following them would only
The thought hit me out of nowhere: 'I want a child like that.'I drove away from Desmond's parents' place and back to work. On the way, I tried calling Demi—straight to voicemail.Wayne's info had to be solid, so if she wasn't picking up, it was because she was avoiding me. Frustrated, I shot her a text:[Demi, if you still consider me a friend, pick up my call.]Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt. Just silence.Guess I'd have to track her down myself.***Technically, I was still on the clock, but my boss wasn't exactly strict. Without hesitation, I booked a flight to Lindale. Just as I confirmed the ticket, Ron walked in, water glass in hand."You've been way too chill lately," he said, plopping into the chair across from me.I didn't need a crystal ball to know what he meant. He'd probably seen the latest headlines about me. "What? Here to pile on more work?" I deadpanned."Obviously," he shot back. "If I don't, you'll just cause more chaos. And if things go south
Demi's call came in while I was in the bathroom, wiping Ron's splash attack off my face."Keira." Her voice was flat, almost hollow—so unlike the Demi I used to know. She used to talk like every sentence was lit with fireworks, sharp and alive.Now? That fire was gone.I didn't know every detail of what happened, but her suicide attempt had left a mark. She wasn't the same, and it broke my heart to hear it."If you didn't call me soon, I was about to come hunt you down myself," I said, trying to inject some levity into my tone."Don't come. I'm fine," she cut in, her tone shaky.I tossed the crumpled paper towel in the trash and leaned against the sink. "Fine? Sure, because that sounded convincing. Spill, Demi. What's going on?"She went quiet for so long I thought the call dropped. Then, finally, her voice cracked through the silence. "I have nothing left. Nothing. And now I'm stuck with almost $500,000 in debt."Wayne had mentioned her boyfriend before, so the pieces clicked
Of course. A guy like him—a leech who targets women—would have a knack for spotting wealthy, attractive targets.If Jorian recognized me, he'd already done his homework. He might've even targeted me before."What do you think I'm here for?" I asked, letting the sarcasm drip.Jorian didn't flinch. "It's about Demi, right?"So, he knew. No point playing dumb. "Yeah," I said. "What did you do to her? And don't give me the cop version—I want the truth.""I'm not obligated to tell you anything," he replied smoothly, like he thought he still had some leverage.I raised a brow. "Then what'll it take for you to talk?"Honestly, he was in no position to negotiate. Even if I offered him cash, he wouldn't be able to spend it from behind bars. But he held up two fingers.I let out a sharp laugh. "Seriously? Aren't you worried about adding extortion to your rap sheet? And even if I gave you the cash, you can't spend it behind bars.""It's not for me," he said, serious now. "It's for my par
Lena’s mother’s face flushed with embarrassment at the questioning but quickly retorted, “Aaron, what kind of talk is that? Lena is my daughter. I gave birth to her and raised her. How could I possibly harm her?” “Then what do you call what you’re doing today?” Aaron’s voice and gaze were both ice-cold. “Your sister is just worried that Lena hasn’t moved on from Nate,” Lena’s father chimed in, trying to mediate. “That’s right, Aaron. Your sister and brother-in-law would never hurt Lena. Besides, the Goodwick family isn’t bad. It’s just that from the moment you two walked in, you’ve been giving them attitude, making sharp remarks at every turn,” added Aaron’s father, who had been silent until now. As the person in question, Lena couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, I know you all care about me and want the best for me, but I really don’t want to start a new relationship right now. That doesn’t mean I’m stuck in the past with Nate, though. Can you just
“Yes!” Lena and Aaron replied in unison. Mrs. Goodwick froze for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh. “You two are uncle and niece, having grown up together, but now that you’re adults, you should have your own spaces. What if Mr. Ace brings a girlfriend home? It wouldn’t be convenient, would it?” She certainly knew how to mind others' business. “I don’t have a girlfriend, so there’s no inconvenience,” Aaron replied flatly, blocking her attempts at argument like swatting away a fly. “But men and women are different,” Arthur said, his gaze toward Lena taking on a peculiar edge. “Only dirty-minded people think that way,” Lena shot back without hesitation. The back-and-forth between Aaron and Lena left no room for the Goodwick family to save face. Their expressions darkened considerably. Mrs. Lane had to step in to smooth things over. “It’s just that Lena had some trouble with a medical dispute recently. We were worried about her safety, so we let her stay with her uncle fo
“Lena, you’re back! Aaron…” Mrs. Lane immediately waved at Lena, signaling her to come over quickly. Lena had a sinking feeling and didn’t step forward. Just then, Aaron walked over and stood beside her, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room. As his sleeve brushed against Lena’s hand, the accidental touch gave her a sudden boost of courage. What was there to be afraid of? With Aaron here, her mother wouldn’t dare go overboard. It was a confidence she had grown up with—so long as Aaron was around, her mother was nothing more than a paper tiger. To this day, Lena couldn’t quite figure it out. Aaron wasn’t even biologically related to the family, yet everyone seemed to hold him in unusually high regard. Whatever he said, no one would dare contradict. It was precisely because of this unique favoritism that Lena often rode on his coattails, benefiting from his influence. “Chairman Goodwick, Mrs. Goodwick,” Aaron greeted the unfamiliar guests first, acknowledging the fa
“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s completely healed,” Lena said as she sat down. “Any new issues or discoveries today?” “None,” Nate replied, his dark, deep gaze lingering on her with a complex expression. Lena noticed but pretended not to. She had no intention of asking. When she lowered her head to focus on work, Nate withdrew his gaze. For the rest of the day, he didn’t say another word to her. This behavior was unusual for him. Ever since he returned to promote his research project, Nate had always carried himself with humility, desperately seeking her forgiveness. But today, he acted like just another colleague, a completely different person from before. Although this change was what Lena had hoped for, she couldn’t help but feel unsettled. What had brought on this sudden shift? She thought back to the incident yesterday when she had asked Nate and Aaron to leave while her wound was being treated. Could it be that her uncle had said something to Nate? On the drive bac
Aaron didn’t give Nate an answer, but silence itself was an answer. Lena’s test results came back negative: no traces of snake venom were found in her system. The wound had been treated, and in the end, it turned out to be a false alarm. “Sorry, Uncle,” Lena said apologetically. “I ruined your camping trip.” When she had been bitten by the snake, her screams were so terrifying that they startled everyone else. The others quickly packed up and left, bringing the camping trip to an abrupt, messy end. “It’s fine. You can make it up to everyone another time,” Aaron replied in a way that defied all expectations. Shouldn’t he be comforting her? He didn’t play by the rules, and Lena decided she wouldn’t either. “I’m not making it up to anyone. If anything, you owe me, Uncle.” “How would you like me to compensate you?” This time, he sounded more reasonable. Lena blinked mischievously. “I haven’t decided yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” After saying that, she sigh
Nate stared at her face, carefully observing her expression and movements. He had a rough idea of her condition but still asked, "Bitten on the ankle, right? Let me see the wound." As he spoke, he bent down. However, before he could touch Lena, she was moved away. Nate looked up at Aaron. "Mr. Ace, even if the snake isn’t venomous, its teeth carry a lot of bacteria." Aaron’s response was as sharp as ever. "Oh, so you can see the bacteria and have a chat with them, asking them to leave? Or can you wipe them out with your bare hands?" Without waiting for Nate’s reply, Aaron scooped up Lena and walked off. Nate crouched there for a few seconds, stunned, before standing up and following quickly.-Lena was seated in a chair as the doctor lifted her leg. Just as Nate reached out to roll up her pant leg, Aaron had already done it. Nate had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw his hand. The doctor began cleaning the wound with disinfectant. Meanwhile, Aaron gently placed his hand
The black Cayenne roared through the night, the driver pushing the car to its limits as if his foot might break through the gas pedal. Yet, Aaron wasn’t satisfied. "Faster," he barked. "There’s no need to rush. Safety first," Lena said, her voice calm despite her pale complexion. As a doctor, she knew the basics—judging by the snake that bit her, it was likely just a common green snake, non-venomous. Despite her reassurances, Aaron remained tense, his entire body rigid. The driver, responding to the urgency, raced toward the hospital with record-breaking speed. What should have been a twenty-minute drive was reduced to eight. By the time they screeched to a halt, the driver’s legs were trembling from the adrenaline rush. It was the first time in his life he had experienced such an intense, heart-pounding ride. Aaron didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. He leapt out, carrying Lena straight into the emergency room. "Doctor, she's been bitten by a snake," he said urgently.
"Then why are his photos identical to yours?" Keira demanded. Lena didn’t answer immediately. She understood what Keira meant, opened her social media app, and found Aaron’s post. Sure enough, he’d shared the exact same photo as hers. To make things worse, the comments underneath included a particularly mortifying one from her mother: [You’re with Lena, huh?] Her mother probably didn’t mean anything by it, but the comment still felt inappropriate. As Lena silently cursed her mother’s lack of tact, she noticed another reply under that comment. This one, from Aaron himself, read: [Wherever she goes, I’ll take her with me and make sure she’s well taken care of. Don’t worry, Sis.] Lena was absolutely speechless. These two siblings were a perfect match: one was clueless, and the other oblivious. Her mother, as an older woman, could be excused for her lack of social awareness. But Aaron? Why was he commenting like this, knowing full well that their mutual friends could see it?
Lena hastily withdrew her hand, but her movements were too abrupt. As she stepped back, she tripped over the support pole of the tent and fell backward. Just as she braced herself for a painful landing, Aaron’s long arm reached out and caught her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat filled her ears, blending with her own erratic pulse. This suffocating feeling... It was almost intoxicating. It reminded her of the time she had accidentally walked in on him while he was showering. Awkward. So awkward that she didn’t even know how to extricate herself, nor did she have the courage to pull away from his arms. “You’re already an adult, yet you’re still so clumsy,” Aaron scolded lightly, his voice coming from above her. Then he released her and added, “No wonder your mom worries about you so much and insists on you staying at home.” Lena’s suffocating embarrassment was instantly eased by his rem