(Winona)The police have been here ten minutes and it feels like forever while I try to explain to them what has happened. My voice is trembling with urgency, and the fear in my chest is tightening.“Do you have any reason to believe he’d want to hurt your daughter, Ms. Nolan?” one of the officers asks, his tone skeptical.“He wants to hurt me. This is ridiculous, you need to start looking for her,” I snap, frustration bubbling over.“We need information and we need proof. This is like looking for a needle in a haystack,” the other officer explains, his calm demeanor only fueling my panic.I’m shaking, my fists clenching at my sides. I scream at the officers, “Just find her! I’m telling you what you need to know. Why won’t you believe me?”Jayden draws me back from them, his grip firm but gentle. “Try and stay calm.”“Try and stay calm!?” I echo, my voice cracking with desperation. “I swear I will kill him if he hurts her.” My mind is in turmoil and I’ve never felt anger like this bef
(Jayden)Wow. Winona really lost it today. She’s sleeping now. Abby is in with her. She’s so scared this will happen again. I don’t know what her father is playing at.Something is up. That’s for sure.I wanted to tear his head off myself, but I knew he was deliberately trying to bait us. What I don’t know is why? What I do know is if he thinks he can stand against the power and might of the Brennans, he has another thing coming.I’ve called every shareholder I need and they have all agreed to sell to me. The latest bad publicity actually helped my cause. I also added that with Gus Brennan at the helm, it’s high risk that Brennan Industries will get swallowed up into Nexus Global.That I was willing to fight that until the end, but I had no guarantees any shareholder would see a profit for a long time. They all took my offer. Now I am the majority owner of Brennan Industries. I can call the shots again. But first, I have my memories to sort out.Tomorrow I go to the hypnotherapist. I
(Winona)The officer lets Bobby and Sarah stay for our picnic. He’s waiting for us to finish.I see Jayden staring. I look over there in the distance. I spot a familiar figure near the top of the stairs.My heart skips a beat, and a cold wave of shock washes over me. It’s Ashlyn.I swallow. What does she want? She’s just standing there with a twisted smile on her face. I’m still fragile from Abby’s disappearance and the revelation about Bobby and Sarah, my chest tightens with a mix of anger and dread.I’m so tired of all of this. It’s time I tried to make peace and include her in our family. After all, she has Jayden's child inside her and regardless of the circumstance that child will need some stability.I hand Bobby and Sarah their sandwiches, trying to mask my rising panic. “Stay here with Jayden for a moment,” I say, forcing a smile. “I see a friend of ours. I’ll be right back.”Jayden looks at me, concern etched on his face. “Are you sure?”I nod, my eyes locked on Ashlyn. “
(Jayden)I watched Winona and Ashlyn near the top of the stairs at Palisades Park, their bodies locked in a struggle. I want to intervene, but I need to stay with the kids. My mind races as I try to process what's happening. Abby tugs at my shirt, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. "Daddy, why is Mommy hurting that lady?" she asks, her voice trembling.Before I can respond, the officer who had just left to get coffee comes rushing back. He sees the struggle and sprints toward them, shouting for them to stop. The commotion has drawn a small crowd of onlookers, and my stomach knots with anxiety."Stay here," I tell Abby and the other kids, my voice firm but gentle. "Everything is going to be okay."I try to keep my eyes on the scene, watching in horror as it looks like Winona is pushing Ashlyn toward the edge.Ashlyn screams, "No, Winona! Don't!" Then she falls, her body rolling down the steep stairs in a terrifying blur. Winona stands there, her face a mix of shock and rage,
(Jayden)In the hospital, I stand and wait in the emergency room. The nurse said the doctor was about to examine Ashlyn. Abby is still clinging to me, her small body trembling with fear. I know I need to get her out of here.I dial Anne’s number. “Jayden?” she answers quickly, concern evident in her voice.“It’s all a mess, Anne. Winona is in jail, Ashlyn is in emergency—I think she’s lost the baby—and I’m here with Abby at the hospital waiting,” I explain, my voice strained with emotion.“Oh god. What happened?” Anne asks, the worry in her tone deepening.“They struggled, Ashlyn fell down the stairs. Anne, I think Winona pushed her,” I confess, the words heavy on my tongue.“No. She wouldn’t,” Anne insists.“Her state of mind lately, I don’t know. Has she told you anything?” I ask, desperate for some clarity.“I haven’t heard from her. I just assumed everything was fine,” Anne replies.“It was, I mean, really fine. But then her father turned up,” I say, frustration seeping into my vo
(Winona)I sit in the cold, sterile interview room, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a harsh glare on the metal table between me and the two detectives.My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of my chair, trying to steady myself. Every muscle in my body is tense, and my throat feels like it’s closing up.“Ms. Nolan, you need to understand the seriousness of these charges,” the older detective says, his voice gruff. “We have multiple witnesses who saw you push Ashlyn Brennan down those stairs. She is pressing attempted murder charges.”“I didn’t push her!” I insist, my voice cracking under the weight of my desperation. “She set me up! She said horrible things to me, she provoked me!” I can feel my pulse in my temples, each beat a reminder of my mounting panic.The younger detective leans forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “We’ve done our homework, Ms. Nolan. We know about your history with Mrs. Brennan and Jayden Brennan. There’s a lo
(Winona)“We’re doing everything we can,” he replies, his tone firm. “But right now, you need to focus on staying calm and cooperating. Don’t talk to anyone unless I’m present. I need the truth from you, Winona, no matter what. You don’t lie to me, okay?”I nod, though my mind is far from calm. Every step feels heavy, each echoing footfall a reminder of the nightmare I’m trapped in. They lead me to a solitary cell, the door clanging shut behind me. The silence is oppressive, and I feel the weight of it pressing down on me.“I’ll be back to talk to you soon. I need the full story, from the start. Are you prepared to talk to me?”“Of course. I’m not sure I can afford you, though.”“Let’s worry about that later. I’ll see you soon.” He strides off, and the sound of the door locking echoes in the quiet.I pace the small space, my thoughts racing. How did everything go so wrong? Just a few days ago, I was hopeful about starting a new chapter with Jayden and Abby. Hopeful that we could blen
(Jayden)I glance into the window of the hospital room and see Ashlyn, laying there. Her face is devoid of emotion, her expression blank. There are no tears, no redness around her eyes, nothing to indicate the trauma of losing a baby.Surely no one would go so far as to frame someone else, even to the extent of losing their own child? Perhaps, Ashlyn’s capacity for manipulation really knows no bounds. My biggest question is, how much of this has my mother been involved in?I know Ashlyn intimately, and she’s always been dramatic, always excessively theatrical when it comes to dealing with personal matters, particularly concerning Winona and me. My only option now is honesty; this marriage must end, regardless of the circumstances.Baby or no baby, continuing this marriage is impossible. In hindsight, I should never have rushed into this union. I thought we could somehow make it work, but the ongoing saga with Winona has affected Ashlyn more than I had realized, and it’s clear now s