(Jayden)We’re back in my car, outside the high security facility, but my mind is still trapped in that room with Ashlyn. Her words stick in my head. This is a bad dream I can’t shake off.Judy will always have a hold on you. One day, she’ll control your life again.I grip the steering wheel tight, my knuckles turning white. The thought of my mother having any influence over me, over my life, twists in my gut. Ashlyn’s dragging me back into that nightmare.“How can she even say that?” I demand. “How can she think Mother will ever control my life again?”Winona stays quiet beside me, eyes fixed ahead. But she’s heard me. She’s thinking, processing, just like she always does. “And she doesn’t trust me to take care of the baby,” I continue, my voice heating up. “Like I’m some kind of puppet for my mother, incapable of making my own decisions.”Winona finally turns to look at me, her expression tells me she’s about to drop some hard truths. “Jayden, we don’t even know if there is a baby.
(Winona)Two weeks later, I sat across from Mom at the kitchen table in my townhouse. The place is quiet, too quiet. Abby’s at preschool, and Cass is… well, who knows where Cass is. Enjoying her newfound freedom and independence, no doubt.I’m trying not to worry about her, I mean she isn’t a kid, but the knot in my stomach isn’t loosening anytime soon. I feel like her look will attract people who like to make trouble.Jayden has been busy all this week and apart from Abby time, we’ve barely had the chance to talk or stress…or argue about anything. It’s a good feeling actually. Just us getting on with it without all the crap overshadowing our days.Mom’s hands tremble slightly as she sips her tea. We’ve never had a proper conversation. Not about the weather or dinner plans, but about real stuff. The kind of stuff that digs deep and leaves a mark.But I know if I want to help her and get her to join me with Barnaby, we need to get more than skin deep.I take a breath, deciding to di
(Winona)The therapy room is the same as always—soft lighting, comfortable chairs, Barnaby’s calming presence in the middle. But today, there’s a new tension in the air. Mom sits beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, eyes flicking around the room like a trapped animal.Barnaby smiles warmly at her. “Lucy, thank you for joining us today. This is a safe space for Winona and now, for you. You’re welcome to share as much or as little as you’d like.”Mom nods but doesn’t say anything. She looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. I give her a reassuring smile, but I know this is hard for her. Hell, it’s hard for me, and I’ve been doing this for a while now.Barnaby starts gently, asking Mom about her life before Cass, before everything went to hell. At first, she’s hesitant, giving short, clipped answers. But Barnaby has a way of getting under your skin, making you open up even when you don’t want to.“I know it’s hard to talk about, to relive. But hearing it from you helps Wi
(Winona)Jayden walks into my living room with a kind of swagger I haven’t seen in a while. He’s got that confident, easy-going smile that used to drive me crazy back in college—the one that says he knows exactly what he wants, and he’s not afraid to go after it.“I’m done with therapy,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.I blink at him, caught off guard. “What do you mean, done?”“Exactly that. I don’t need to see Barnaby anymore. I’ve got my shit together, and I’m in control. No more sessions.”It’s not a question, and he’s not looking for my approval. He’s telling me, plain and simple, that he’s made up his mind. There’s something undeniably attractive about the way he says it—like he’s finally stepping into his own power.But there’s also a part of me that’s surprised by how resolute he is.“You’re sure about this?”“Absolutely,” he says, walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. “I know what I want, and I’m not going to let anything or anyone get in t
(Winona)Jayden picks me up at seven sharp, looking more confident than I’ve seen him in a long time.There’s a calm determination in his eyes that sets my heart at ease. He’s dressed to impress—tailored suit, polished shoes, the whole nine yards—and I can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as I step out to meet him.“Wow, you look stunning,” he says, his voice low and sincere, as he takes my hand. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”I twirl in my little black dress and heels. It feels amazing to be doing this.I smile, a warmth spreads through me. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Mr. Brennan.”“I can’t wait until you’re Mrs. Brennan.”“Let’s go, I’m starving.” I don’t really want to talk about the wedding.I wasn’t even sure if he considered us still engaged. Maybe that was me, after that awful fight on our engagement night.We head to one of our old favorite spots—a cozy, intimate restaurant where we used to go back in the day. It’s the kind of place that’s seen us through som
(Jayden)The next morning, I’m sitting in a medical room in a high security facility.Ashlyn is sitting across from me, her face unreadable. Two doctors are present, one of them holding a folder with the results. I’ve never felt more on edge.The doctor finally speaks, his voice professional and detached. “Mr. Brennan, Ashlyn, after conducting a full examination and multiple tests, we can confirm that there is indeed a baby.”Ashlyn nods.Okay then.My voice steady. I know I need the details. “How? Ashlyn showed signs of miscarrying before according to her and the previous medical reports, and then she threw herself down the stairs trying to set Winona up. How is this possible?”The doctor flips through his notes. “It’s rare, but not impossible. Ashlyn was carrying twins. She lost one, but the other fetus survived. The remaining baby appears to be healthy against all odds.”I’m floored. Twins. I glance at Ashlyn, but she’s staring at the floor.“Well,” I start, my voice firm, “if tha
(Winona)I pace around the living room, trying to make sense of everything that went down last night. A wonderfully romantic date night marred by my past.Jayden going all bad-ass on Steve was… something. Part of me was stoked to see it, but another part of me, the part that’s lived with Steve’s shadow and dark legacy, is scared.I’m scared Steve will retaliate big time. No, more than scared—I’m fucking terrified.Steve’s here, and that’s not just a problem you can punch away.I grab my phone, contemplating the idea of a no-contact order. Jayden’s setting one up against Judy, so I could get one against Steve too. But the thing is, Steve doesn’t play by the rules. Never has, never will.The law’s just a step by step guide to breaking the rules to him, a joke. He’s always found a way to slip through the cracks, to do what he wants, when he wants. And that’s what terrifies me the most.Jayden called earlier, and said he had to fly out for business last night. But he has his best security
(Winona)“What the hell are you doing here?” The words slip out before I can stop them. I’m too on edge to care about politeness right now.“Is that any way to greet your daughter’s grandmother?” Judy’s voice is all syrupy sweetness, but her eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are scanning me, taking in every detail.Gus gives me an apologetic smile. “I told her you didn’t like surprises.”“Abby’s at school,” I say, crossing my arms. “And we have plans after, so…”“So?” Judy cuts in, her tone sharp. “So we’ll wait. I’d love to catch up with you, Winona. Maybe we can chat while we wait for Abby to come home?”I do not want her near my mother.Is this coincidence that Steve is in town and Judy shows up?I’m not mentioning a word about anything. Not Jayden, not Steve and definitely not Ashlyn.I stand my ground.“Maybe I can help,” Judy offers, her voice too eager. “I could pick Abby up from school, like I used to. Spend some time with her while you handle your plans.”“No,” I say, too qui