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Chapter 2: whispers in the Dark
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The line went dead.For a heartbeat, the silence rang louder than thunder. I gripped the phone like it was the only thing tethering me to reality, my knuckles white against the metal edge. My breath came shallow, uneven. The hum of the hospital lights above me sounded too bright, too sterile—mocking the chaos clawing through my chest.Albert. Sebastian. The children. And now Abbas.Each name was a fault line waiting to break.Every instinct screamed for me to run back to Albert’s side—to hide in that fragile, sterile room where his heartbeat still meant hope. But Abbas’s voice—measured, sharp, heavy with a warning I couldn’t ignore—kept echoing in my mind.Someone who doesn’t forgive. Someone who doesn’t forget.My pulse thrummed painfully in my throat as I turned back toward the hospital room. Albert lay pale beneath the dim light, his chest rising slowly under the thin blanket. His eyes met mine instantly, as if he’d been waiting, as if he’d felt the world shift the same moment I di
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Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat. The words hung between them, heavy, unreal.“Tied… by blood?” she whispered. “Albert, what do you mean?”Albert’s gaze drifted toward the ceiling, as if searching for strength there. “There’s more to your father’s story than you were ever told,” he murmured. “And more to the people who destroyed your life than you think.”Her heart began to hammer. “My father?” she echoed, the word sharp and bitter on her tongue. “You told me he was dead—that he—”“I told you what I needed to,” Albert interrupted, his tone still soft but laced with quiet authority. “At the time, I thought it was mercy. But the past has a way of clawing its way back, no matter how deep you bury it.”Evelyn’s grip on his hand tightened. “You’re scaring me.”“I wish I didn’t have to.” His breath hitched, his face tightening in pain before he continued. “Your father wasn’t the man the papers painted him to be. He made enemies—dangerous ones. And when he vanished, I thought that was th
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The hospital smelled of antiseptic and rain. The automatic doors slid open as Evelyn stumbled inside, her hair damp, her heartbeat deafening in her ears. The fluorescent lights were too bright, too harsh, slicing through her panic like knives.“I’m looking for Albert Abbas,” she gasped at the reception desk, her voice breaking. “He was brought in—gunshot wound—they called me.”The nurse, calm and practiced, glanced up at the monitor. “He’s in surgery, ma’am. Trauma Unit Two. The attending will speak to you once he’s out.”Surgery. The word hit like ice water. Evelyn pressed a trembling hand to her lips. “Can I—can I see him?”“I’m sorry, not yet,” the nurse said softly. “There’s a waiting area just down that hall.”Evelyn nodded numbly, her body moving before her mind could catch up. The waiting room was almost empty—one man asleep in the corner, a woman whispering into her phone, the faint hum of the vending machine. She sat, clasping her hands together so tightly that her nails bit
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The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, but for once, I wasn’t the first awake.When I stumbled downstairs, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, laughter drifted from the kitchen.I froze in the doorway.Sebastian stood by the counter, sleeves rolled up, hair damp as if he’d just showered. A frying pan hissed on the stove, the smell of butter and sugar thick in the air. Anastasia perched on a stool beside him, swinging her legs and giggling every time he flipped a pancake too high and nearly missed catching it.“Again, Daddy!” she squealed, clapping her small hands.My chest tightened. The word hit harder than I expected. Daddy. She’d said it so easily, like it had always been waiting on her tongue, patient for the right moment to be spoken.Sebastian grinned at her, eyes crinkling in that familiar way that once undid me completely. “One more,” he said, mock-serious, “but don’t tell your mother I almost burned the last one.”Anastasia giggled, whispering loudly, “Secre
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The drive back from school was quiet, but it wasn’t the usual silence of tired children slumped against their seats. This was different—sharp, alert, weighted. The air itself seemed to listen.Anastasia hummed softly to herself, her small voice a whisper of sound against the hush. She had her face turned toward the window, her chin resting on her palm as the sunlight painted golden streaks across her hair. Her legs swung idly beneath the seat, carefree and unbothered.Rolland sat upright beside her, his shoulders rigid, his jaw tight. Every few seconds, his gaze darted from me to the rearview mirror, as if half-expecting Sebastian’s reflection to appear there—a ghost in the glass.Kent was the stillest of them all. He wasn’t fidgeting or staring out the window. He sat quietly, his storm-gray eyes fixed on his lap, his hands clenched tightly together. His brows furrowed, lips pressed in a thin, pale line.I recognized that look instantly.It was the same one Sebastian used to wear befo
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Sebastian’s face shifted—just slightly, but enough for me to see the flicker of pain he tried to hide. His shoulders squared, as if steadying himself before walking into fire.“I never forgot,” he said softly. “Not for a single day.”The words were calm, but they landed with the force of something much heavier—something broken being offered back, piece by piece. His gaze didn’t waver from Kent, though I saw the tightness in his jaw, the faint tremor in his hand resting against the table.Kent’s lip trembled. “Then why didn’t you come back?” His voice wavered, brittle, each word straining through years of questions that had gone unanswered. “If you remembered… why didn’t you come home?”Sebastian inhaled deeply, as if the air itself burned. “Because I couldn’t.”The room seemed to still again. Even the faint hiss of the stove faded into silence.Kent blinked. “Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?”The challenge in his tone was soft, but it carried weight far beyond his age. I wanted to step in—to pr
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