(Jayden)As we head towards the hotel parking lot, Winona suddenly stops in her tracks. “We can’t take that car where we’re going,” she says, her voice low but firm.I glance at the sleek, black luxury sedan we rented. She’s probably right. It stuck out like a dog's balls at Winona’s old house.“Okay,” I say, pulling out my phone. “Let me make another call.”I dial my head of security, Gunner, who’s used to handling all kinds of situations. The man’s ex-military, special services. If there’s anyone I trust to get us what we need right now, it’s him.“Mr. Brennan,” Gunner answers on the first ring. Always professional, always on point.“Gunner, I need security. And a car that won’t get us killed or robbed. Something that blends in where we’re going. We need protection—people who aren’t afraid to use force if necessary. I’ll send you the location.”There’s a brief pause before Gunner responds. “Understood, sir. I’ll arrange everything. Give me thirty minutes.”“It’s urgent.”“Consider i
(Jayden)Before he can finish, Winona’s hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist and twisting it hard.The guy yelps in pain, dropping to one knee, and Winona doesn’t hesitate. She delivers a swift kick to his side, sending him sprawling onto the pavement.Then finishes it off with a smash to his balls.The three of us men in the SUV all wince.“Don’t fuck with me. She comin’ home now!” Winona pulls a pistol out of her jeans pocket. “Any you other fuckers want to mess with this mamma and get your brains spread over the footpath? Go right ahead.”I’m stunned. When the fuck did she get a gun?I’ve never seen this side of Winona before, and it’s a shock to realize just how capable she is of defending herself. She doesn’t even flinch, her focus entirely on Cass as she holds the gun steady towards the other men.Cass takes a step back, her eyes wide as she stares at Winona. “What the hell?”“Get in the car. Now!” Winona says, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Don’t make me beat your ass.”
(Winona) Back in the old house, Jayden steps outside to make a call, leaving me alone with my mom and Cass.“Mom, you need to pack what you need for a few nights. We’re getting you and Cass out until the coast is clear.”Mom hesitates, her hand lingering on the worn armrest of the couch. “This is my home, Winona. The only thing I have that’s mine.”“It’s dangerous right now, Mom. You know what can happen if they come here...”Mom nods. “What were you doing, Cass? You’re usually not that reckless.”“I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was going to turn up and go all gangsta on me.” Cass says and puts her arm around Mom. “I shouldn’t have run out on you like that.”“It’s okay, Cass. It was a lot to take in. But it’s better you know the truth.”“I’m pissed that you had to be that person. It isn’t you, Mom. You know that don’t you?”Mom smiles and brushes her hand down Cass’s arm. “I left all that in the past the day I knew you survived cold turkey. I barely survived it. I knew then I’d give y
(Winona)I go to her and hold her now and we sob together. I finally got it. Why she never could leave and why she never contacted me after I was taken away. She made the ultimate sacrifice so I would go on to have a bright future.I think of Abby and I know I’d do nothing less for her if I had to.Just then, Jayden steps back inside, and I can see his expression and I know he’s heard. “I swear that slug is going to get what he deserves one day.”His hatred for Steve evident.“I wish he was dead,” Mom says quietly, her voice shaking. “But I’m grateful he never came back here. I’m grateful he left you alone.”“Not exactly. He’s been in our lives recently, remember? He’s the one who told me he’d left you almost here and pregnant. I wasn’t sure what I’d find here, or if either of you survived, but I’m so glad. He’s actually done me a favor.”“My short-term memory is a little shot. So many years of drug abuse took its toll.”“It doesn’t matter. He’s gone now. I don’t think he’ll be back.”
(Winona)I drive us across the city in a cheap hire car, away from the grime, decay and horrid memories that defined so much of my childhood. The hotel we check into isn’t luxurious by Jayden’s standards, but it’s clean and comfortable.Far better than anything Mom and Cass have experienced ever. I chose it carefully—something that wouldn’t overwhelm them but would still offer them a taste of security and comfort.As we step into the small lobby, I can see Cass looking around, her expression staid. Mom is quiet, her eyes darting nervously from one side of the lobby to the other.“It’s very nice,” Mom says softly, almost like she’s afraid to jinx it by speaking too loudly. “Thank you, Winona.”I nod, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’s a place to rest. We’ll be safe here.”Jayden handles the check-in process, his usual confidence on full display, but I can sense something different in him. He’s quieter than usual.Maybe this whole experience has him rattled. Maybe he doesn’t think he
(Jayden)The flight back home is uneventful, but my mind is anything but. I can’t stop thinking about Winona and what she’s dealing with. But even more than that, I can’t stop thinking about Ashlyn’s message.There’s no denying it was from her—the safe word confirmed that. But why now? Why after everything? I can’t be certain she’s being honest about still being pregnant. That could be a ploy to con me back into being with her.I know one thing for sure. I’m not going to see her without Winona. If Ashlyn can’t accept that, then I won’t be seeing her at all.I head straight to my office as soon as I land, the familiar surroundings doing little to ease my tension. I need answers, and I need them fast. I need a shower. I need some food.But first, I need to know if there’s anything legal stopping me from seeing Ashlyn.I call Daniel, my lawyer, and he picks up on the second ring. “Jayden, what can I do for you?”“Is it okay for me to visit Ashlyn?” I say, cutting straight to the point. “
(Judy)I stand on the balcony of my castle in France, the sun doing little to warm the chill that’s settled deep in my bones. The view from the highest hilltop here is breathtaking, but all I can think about is Jayden.He’s slipping away from me. I can feel it in every clipped word, every unanswered call. He’s more distant, more unreachable, and it’s driving me mad.I need Ashlyn to step up, to start pushing Winona again, to destabilize her. But Ashlyn has been quiet, too quiet. She’s stalling, and I don’t have time for this. Whatever clever little plan Ashlyn thinks she has, won’t work.If she thinks she’s going all vigilante on me, that she’s safe because I’m in another country, she’s wrong.I text her number.Call me. I need to speak with you. UrgentIt’s difficult for her to be able to call, I know that. But she’ll find a way.The tension coils in my chest as I wait for her to text back. To my surprise, my phone rings and it’s her.“That was fast. I like it.”“Judy,” she says, her
(Winona)I wake up to the sound of Cass’s quiet snoring from the pull-out couch. She’s still out like a light. The room is dim, but I can tell we’ve slept later than I usually do. A quick glance at my phone confirms it’s almost 10 AM.I feel surprisingly refreshed. Maybe it’s the change of scenery, or maybe it’s the fact that, for the first time in years, I’m not running away from my past—I’m facing it head-on.I stretch out, careful not to make a noise and disturb Mom, who’s still sound asleep in the bed next to mine. She looks peaceful, almost like the years have melted away, and she’s the mom I used to dream about having.A mom who wasn’t buried under layers of addiction and despair.But this is reality, not a dream. And in reality, there’s work to be done to move us all forward. I quietly slip out of bed and head into the bathroom to freshen up. As I splash water on my face, I start thinking about what needs to happen next.Cass will need some direction, and Mom... Well, I’ll find