(Jayden)I sit in the car next to Winona. The day has gone from bad to worse, and worry is etched deep into her features. I can’t stand it. She’s so desperate to rid her life of him, she is prepared to kill him.Before I can start my car, my phone buzzes again, it’s security. This day just keeps on keeping on. Surely some better news this time.I answer it, my voice sharp. “Brennan.” I really want to get Winona home to check on her mother.“Sir, it’s about Cass. She’s left the penthouse. We tried to stop her, but she’s on her way to the townhouse. We’re keeping eyes on her, but she’s kneed Gary in the nuts, sir.”I close my eyes for a second. Of course she has, she’s Winona’s sister. “Alright, don’t lose her. Keep me updated.”“No problems.”“Are Abby and Lisa okay?”“They are inside, Sir.”I hang up and turn to Winona. “Cass left the penthouse. She’s heading to your place. Lisa and Abby are in the penthouse.”Winona’s eyes widen briefly, but she quickly nods, processing it. “They won
(Winona)I watch the streets blur by as the car winds its way through the city. I keep telling myself everything will be fine. But deep down, I know that’s a lie. Nothing’s been fine since Steve came back into my life.Apart from finding Mom and Cass. Having Mom has been everything I’ve needed for so long and never knew it. I love her so much and I want to give her a good life. Her and Cass. If Cass ever lets me.As we approach the townhouse, I’m eager to get out of this car. I need to check on Mom, make sure she’s still asleep and safe. But as the car pulls up outside, I see something that turns my world on its head.Cass is standing on the front steps, her face ashen, her eyes wide with shock. The front door is wide open behind her. She’s trembling, her arms wrapped around herself like she’s trying to hold herself together.“Cass!” I’m out of the car before it even comes to a complete stop, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t know what I’m going to find, but the look on her face
(Jayden)Striding into the hospital, I haven’t felt fear like this in a long time, but I refuse to let it control me. This fear won’t make me frustrated or angry. It won’t make me lash out or wonder about my decisions. Not anymore. I know who I am. I know the man I want to be.Having this baby wasn’t something I ever considered. But since I’ve known, it’s changed me. Changed my outlook. Abby changed my life too, but I never got to see her or even know she existed when she was a baby.Because of my mother. Because of Ashlyn. Because my mind wasn’t where it should have been and Winona made a choice for the baby. Because I forced Winona into that choice and away from me. Mother will never be an influence on me again.In fact, I’m going to make her pay if she’s had anything to do with this with Ashlyn and I’ll need some strong proof to stop believing she’s the reason Ashlyn fell from that rooftop.I fire off a message to Winona, letting her know that I’ll be staying here as long as I ne
(Winona)I sit beside my mother’s hospital bed, the steady beep of the monitors is the only sound breaking the silence. Mom’s face is pale, almost translucent under the harsh fluorescent lights, her breathing shallow but steady.I reach out, gently taking her hand in mine. It’s warm, but she doesn’t react.The doctors told me she’s unconscious, that she’ll wake up when she’s ready, but that’s all they’d say. Some confidentiality agreement that keeps them from saying more. They’ve given her a bed and treatment, but answers are scarce.And the waiting is suffocating.Cass is in the corner of the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, staring out the window with a fierce intensity. She hasn’t said a word to me since I arrived at the hospital. The tension is thick.Every time I try to talk to her, she shuts me down with a glare that cuts deeper than any words ever could.“Cass,” I start softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “She’s going to be okay. The doctors said—”“I don’t c
(Jayden)I move closer to Ashlyn’s bed. I’m not here to wallow in self-pity or be overwhelmed by emotions. This is about making sure my child survives. I look at Ashlyn’s pale face, and I feel a surge of determination. I’ll do whatever it takes.“You’re not going anywhere,” I murmur as I touch her abdomen. “You’ve got a life ahead of you, and I’m going to make damn sure you get to live it. Your mom wants you to live, so that’s what you’re going to do. Live.”The door opens again.I straighten up and look. A suited man has his head in the doorway. “My Brennan. Can we talk? I’m Detective Harris. I’m investigating what has happened at the facility today.”“Yes, of course.” I walk out to the corridor with him. “So, you’re investigating Ashlyn Carter’s fall?”He turns to me, sizing me up. “I am.”“Is this internal or external?”“External. Why?”“I don’t want any cover ups.”“Do you think the facility needs to cover up anything?”“I don’t know, maybe. But that’s your job to find out, isn’t
(Judy)All I did was get some patient medications swapped around to try and get Ashlyn to talk to me again. How she ended up in the rooftop area, falling off, I have no idea. Maybe she wanted to end it all.My phone buzzes in my hand, and I open the message from my contact at the hospital.Ashlyn’s 24 weeks pregnant. Baby is in distress. She’s on life support.Pregnant? She’s still pregnant? How?She was convinced she had a miscarriage. That’s why she got so desperate and went to Santa Monica to try and frame Winona. She had no baby to hold onto Jayden, so she thought she may as well take Winona down with her.No wonder she ghosted me and they put a no-contact order on me for Ashlyn. I never thought she’d still be carrying a baby. I still don’t understand. I text back.Find out how she was still pregnantIs that why she tried to kill herself? It doesn’t make sense.I grab my phone, scrolling through the news, looking for something, anything, that’ll tell me what’s going on with Ashlyn
(Winona)The hospital feels like it’s closing in on me. I can only imagine how Jayden feels right now.He’s come to check in on Mom with me. Cass won’t talk to him either.Mom lies there, so still, so fragile, and it hits me how little time we’ve had together. Not enough time. Nowhere near enough.I reach out, my fingers trembling as they close around her hand. It’s warm, but she doesn’t react. The doctors said she’d wake up when she’s ready, but what if she never wakes up? What if this is it?Cass stands in the corner, hugging herself like she’s trying to hold in all the pain. She hasn’t looked at me since we got here.Suddenly, the steady beeping of the monitor changes, becoming slower, more deliberate. My heart skips a beat, and I lean forward, my breath catching in my throat. “Mom? Mom, can you hear me?”Cass jerks, her eyes wide and wild as she steps closer. “Mom? Please, Mom...”And then, as if by some miracle, Mom’s eyelids flutter open. For a moment, her eyes are clear, focuse
(Winona)We sat in the ward waiting room. Jayden is beside me, his hand clasped around mine. We haven’t said much since Mom passed away, both of us caught up in our own thoughts.Cass came back after ten minutes, tears streaming down her face, to say her final goodbyes to Mom. I couldn’t bring myself to intrude on that moment. She needs her space, and I need to respect that.Jayden squeezes my hand, grounding me in the moment. I look at him, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes. But he’s strong, certain, and that’s what I need right now.“I should head back to Ashlyn’s room soon,” Jayden says quietly, his voice steady. “Check on the baby before I take you and Cass home.”I nod, standing up with him. The thought of seeing Cass now, of trying to convince her to come home with me, feels like an insurmountable task, but I know it needs to be done. I’m not leaving her alone. I promised Mom.But as we start along the ward corridors, past the nurses station to head off this floor, the hairs on
(Jayden)I stand at the door the next morning as Anne steps in with the kids, managing the chaos with her usual calm authority. Abby clings to her arm, eyes darting nervously around the suite. “You remember this place, don’t you, sweetheart?” Anne asks gently. Abby nods but doesn’t let go. “It’s where the doctors made my heart better,” she whispers, glancing at me for reassurance. “It is,” I say, crouching to her level. “But this time, we’re here for Mom. She’s going to need all of us to help her get better. You up for the job?” Abby hesitates, then nods firmly. “Yes!” Then she opens her eyes wide. “Am I supposed to be really quiet?”“No darling. You can just be yourself. But we’ll try for no arguing and shouting with your brothers and sister, okay?”“Okay. Can I go see Mom now?”“Mom is having special medicine to keep her asleep for now, but I think she can still hear us. Go tell her about your day and we’ll join you soon. Keep her company for me. You know how she loves all your
(Jayden)The door opens, and Lisa steps in, carrying a fresh change of clothes and some toiletries I had her swing by the penthouse and grab.“Jayden,” she says quietly, setting the bag down near the chair. “You look like shit.”I don’t even glance at her. “Thanks for the compliment.”She pulls up a chair beside me. “I mean it. You’re running on fumes. Go shower, get something to eat, and grab a couple of hours of sleep. I’ll stay with Winona. You need to be human when the kids get here tomorrow morning.”“I’m fine,” I lie, tightening my grip on Winona’s hand. “I don’t want to leave her.” I mean I can actually smell myself at this point.“Jayden.” Lisa’s voice takes on that tone she uses when she’s not going to back down. “I’m serious. You’re no good to anyone in this state. Winona will kick your ass if she sees you like this—smelling like death warmed over and looking worse.”She’s so right. I really need to get my shit together and show Winona I can lead our family when needed. Not
(Cass) I pace the estate office, Viktor’s phone pressed tightly to my ear. Viktor leans against the desk, his arms crossed, the picture of calm professionalism. Good. I want to ignore the way he held me earlier, like I actually mattered to him.He’s trained to say the right things to defuse situations. That’s all it was.Jayden picks up, his voice tense but steady. “Cass. She’s okay. I mean, she’s in an induced coma for a few days but she’s okay.” “Thank God!” I say, my voice cracking. I can’t stop the tremble in my hands. “Are you with her still?” “Yes,” he says, and I let out a shaky breath. “The head wound is under control, the coma is to wait for the swelling and her blood pressure to go down. But she is going to get through this.”“What about the baby?” “No,” he cuts me off sharply. “Just positive talk. She’s strong. They both are.” His voice softens, and I realize how much he’s struggling to hold it together. It’s so unlike him to sound vulnerable. “I’m coming home…”“Wai
(Jayden)Winona lies motionless in the Brennan Wing’s family suite medical bedroom, surrounded by machines that hum and beep softly in the background. This room was designed to keep families together during the most terrifying moments of their lives.This wing is my initiative, but I never thought I’d need it personally so much. I’m bending the guidelines a little having Winona here now but I know her best chance is having the ones she loves the most around her.Right now, I’d give anything for a sign—any sign—that she’ll wake up. I don’t have that yet but what I am going to do is create a positive environment around Winona. I called Barnaby and he reminded me of many coping mechanisms I’d learned from his sessions.I’m going to only speak of the future and what’s happening now. I’m not mentioning the past. Winona deserves to hear and believe the wonderful future ahead of us. No matter what has happened or what may happen.Dr. Harris and Dr. Reeves stand at the foot of the bed, revie
(Jayden)I burst through the front door, taking the stairs two at a time to the second floor. I pray I’m in time. I stop at the bottom of the attic stairs.Then I see her.Winona lies crumpled halfway down the attic stairs, her body twisted awkwardly. Her head jammed up against the wall, her hand rests on a spindle. Blood pools beneath her head on the stair, dark and horrifying, and for a second, I’m frozen.My mind blanks out, every thought swept away by raw panic.But then I snap back. She needs me. She needs me to be fully present, not panicking.I force myself forward, the first aid kit from the car clutched in my shaking hands. Every instinct screams at me to scoop her up, to hold her, but I stop myself. If she’s hurt her neck or spine… I could make it worse. My knees hit the stair below her, and I reach for her wrist with trembling fingers.A faint pulse. Relief crashes over me so hard I almost collapse, but it’s short-lived. She’s alive, but for how long?I tear open the first
(Cass)“Winona!” I scream into the phone again, but there’s only silence. The screen is dark, it’s silent. She isn’t answering. “Goddammit, Winona!” I shout, “answer me! Be okay. Answer me…”I don’t want to end the call, she could be… But I have to. I need to call Jayden.My breath is ragged gasps as I stumble to the kitchen counter, gripping the edge for support. My shaking fingers scroll to Jayden’s number. “Pick up, pick up!” My voice cracks as I pace in a tight circle, clutching the phone to my ear. It rings, and then—voicemail. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream, slamming the phone onto the counter so hard it bounces off and hits the floor. Fuck! It’s totaled now.My chest tightens, panic squeezing my throat. How can I call him, how can I contact Jayden? I grab my jacket and bolt out the door, running as fast as my legs will carry me to the estate. Viktor. He has a another number, one that always gets answered.My lungs are bursting as I run full tilt for the estate, but
(Winona)Cass’s face fills my phone screen, her hair messy and there are definite dark circles under her eyes.“God, you look wrecked,” I tease gently as I check out the kitchen of the home I’m about to close on. Anne has the kids for the afternoon, so I’m going to show-off this place to Cass. Cass groans. “Tell me about it. I just got done with prep for the estate’s first formal dinner since Jayden left. I’m in charge of a canape, Winona. A canape!” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s a really big deal. You should be proud of yourself.” “Oh I am. I’m so excited. These chefs are relentless but I’m learning so much. I love it here, even if Viktor’s constant hovering is killing my vibe a little.” “Hovering?” I ask, confused. “He’s not here physically—he’s too busy running Nexus Global—but the calls, the emails, the random texts asking if I’ve checked the locks or need anything… it’s constant. Can you tell Jayden to call him off please?” I lean forward, frowning. “Cass, I don’t think Jayde
(Jayden)Mother’s polished mahogany coffin sits at the front, surrounded by white lilies and roses, a stark contrast to the tumultuous life she lived and the wreckages she caused. It’s just Gus and me. No friends, no extended family. Just the two of us and that was what she wanted. Of course she did, just us two solely focused on her. Gus sits beside me in shackles, the officers are keeping their distance for now and covering all exits. He’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his face drawn and pale. He looks like a man carrying the world’s regrets on his shoulders. He should be.I stand up and go forward to place a single rose on top of the coffin. This is it, she’s really gone. My emotions are tangled—anger, relief, guilt, and some small, stubborn ache that won’t let go. I feel free, and that in itself feels wrong. I go sit next to Gus again.But she made my adult life Hell and Winona is right, a big part of me won’t miss any part of that. I will miss most what I didn
(Winona)The house is more charming than I expected—stonework covered in ivy, a wraparound porch, and large windows that bathe the interior in natural light.It feels warm and lived-in, unlike the two more modern places we’ve seen. The kids are darting through the unkempt yard, Bobby and Sarah racing each other toward a large and fairly new shed, while Abby lags behind, looking at a large pond.“Not too close to the edge, sweetie.” I call out and she smiles and nods back at me.Henry clings to my leg, his little legs unsteady on the uneven ground. I scoop him up and put him in his pusher Jayden has unfolded.Jayden wanders a few steps away, hands on his hips, surveying the property with a critical eye. “The house is more move-in ready than the others,” he admits. “But it needs a lot of work.”“I agree. But it just has a good feeling,” I say. “And the pond’s a bonus, but it’ll need fencing off somehow. Henry’s too curious for his own good.”Jayden nods, but I can tell his mind is elsew