Aldridge was waiting in a small interview room, his normally immaculate appearance slightly disheveled. He'd clearly rushed here directly from dinner—a faint wine stain marked his otherwise perfect tie."Daniel." He nodded curtly, opening his briefcase. "I've reviewed the preliminary charges. This is serious.""It's a misunderstanding," I repeated. "Maya became hysterical. We argued. I was trying to keep her from hurting herself."Aldridge's expression didn't change. "The responding officers report that they witnessed you holding Ms. Russo at the edge of a cliff while she struggled to break free. They further state that Alexander Thorne intervened to prevent her from falling when the ground began to give way beneath her feet.""Thorne," I spat. "He's turned her against me. Been working his way into her life for months. This is all his doing.""Daniel." Aldridge's voice sharpened. "I need you to listen carefully. You're being charged with attempted murder and violating a restraining or
The rest of the day passed in a haze. Aldridge returned briefly to inform me that bail had been denied due to the severity of the charges and the risk that I might attempt to contact Maya again. I barely registered his words. All I could hear was Grandfather's voice: unworthy of the Russo name.That evening, I was allowed to shower again. In the metal panel that served as a mirror, I caught sight of a stranger—hollow-eyed, stubbled, hair lank and unwashed. I stared, momentarily confused about whose reflection I was seeing."That's me," I whispered, touching the cool metal surface. "That's... me."Something about the disconnection between my self-image and the reality in the mirror triggered a cascade of unwelcome thoughts. Had Maya ever loved me? Or had she merely tolerated me as the price for her career? Had Grandfather ever been proud of me? Or had I always been a disappointment he was waiting to replace?"Finish up, Russo," a deputy called. "Other inmates need to shower too."Back
MayaI couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ground giving way beneath my feet again. The rocks crumbling. Daniel's fingers digging into my arm as he pushed me closer to the edge. His eyes—empty, unrecognizable—as he said, "If I can't have you, no one will."Dawn broke through the cabin windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. I'd been pacing for hours, my body running on pure adrenaline that refused to subside. My shoulder throbbed where Daniel had grabbed me, and I knew without looking that his fingerprints were tattooed in purple across my skin.I made coffee in the battered percolator, the familiar ritual steadying my shaking hands. Through the kitchen window, I could see Alex outside on the porch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He'd slept there all night. Or tried to, at least.As much as I hated how Alex always found a way to be there when things went to shit, I was grateful. If he hadn't shown up yesterday... I glanced toward the window
The drive back to the city was a blur of mountain curves and highway monotony. My mind raced ahead to Mami Lulu. What would I say to her? What would she say to me? Every scenario I imagined felt inadequate.The woman who raised me, who taught me everything I knew about glass and art and survival, had also stolen me from my birth family. She wasn't just Mami Lulu who had rescued an abandoned child—she was Lupe Vega, once a celebrated designer who had taken calculated revenge on the people who stole her work by stealing their child.Could I hate her for that? Could I love her still? Both felt impossible and inevitable.Three hours later, I pulled into the Sunset Valley Care Center parking lot. The facility was nicer than most—I'd made sure of that when I chose it—with manicured gardens and a brick façade that resembled a New England college building more than a nursing home.Nurse Abernathy met me at the reception desk. She was younger than I expected, with intelligent eyes and an air o
My mind raced. The documents in Alex's file—photos of me selling beads at that fair, dated three years before my "rescue." Surveillance photos with my birth parents clearly visible in the background."They wanted..." I couldn't finish the thought."They wanted you trained," she said simply. "Wanted you once you could bring value to their company. Once you'd fully absorbed my techniques."I pulled my hand away, suddenly needing space. The room felt too small, too hot."I'm not saying what I did was right," she continued, her voice wavering. "It wasn't. But neither were they the grieving parents they pretended to be.""Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I demanded, anger flaring again. "When I was older? When I could understand?"She looked away. "Cowardice," she admitted quietly. "By the time you were old enough to understand, I couldn't bear the thought of you hating me.""And when they found me? When they took me back? You just let it happen."She closed her eyes briefly. "What cho
Maya's POV I stared at the screen, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of the couch. The leather was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the terrible heat rising in my chest. Three years of marriage, and this is what it had come to. There he was, my husband Daniel, his arm wrapped around Fiona's waist like she was his prized possession. The camera loved them, capturing every detail of their picture-perfect smiles. The studio lights gleamed off their teeth, their eyes, the jewelry adorning Fiona's neck. That was mine, she was flaunting my design as hers. I could still remember the day Daniel and I met. It was an arranged marriage, set up by our parents to unite our families. I had been so naive then, thinking love would naturally follow. How wrong I'd been. "I'm the luckiest man alive," Daniel gushed, his eyes never leaving Fiona. "To have this beautiful woman by my side." My stomach churned, a nauseating mix of anger and despair. The necklace glittering around
Maya's POV "Maya, what did you do?" Daniel's voice cut through the room, sharp and accusatory."Daniel, please, let me explain—" The words tumbled from my mouth, desperate and clumsy.But Daniel's eyes were fixed on Fiona, his hands roaming over her arms, her back, checking for injuries. "Are you hurt? Did she harm you?"Fiona pressed herself against him a little too much, her breasts heaving and bouncing with exaggerated sobs. The torn dress gaped open, leaving view of a soft tantalizing mound of flesh. I watched as Daniel's gaze flickered downward for a moment before he pulled her closer, enveloping her in his arms."It's okay, you're safe now," he murmured into her hair, his tone sickeningly gentle.I stood there, frozen, as Daniel comforted Fiona. The familiar ache of betrayal settled in my chest, heavy and cold.Finally, Daniel turned to me, his eyes hard. "Well? Are you going to explain yourself?"I swallowed hard. "I didn't do anything. Fiona, tell him—""Oh, Daniel," Fiona int
Maya's POV The silence that followed my outburst was deafening. I could almost hear the gears turning in their heads, processing what I'd just said. Then, all at once, the room exploded."Have you lost your mind?" My mother's shrill voice cut through the air like a knife. Her face, usually carefully composed, was contorted with rage. "After everything we've done for you?" My father's response was quieter, but no less cutting. "Ungrateful," he spat, his eyes cold and hard. "We gave you everything. A home, a family, a future. And this is how you repay us?" Their words hit me physically, each one chipping away at the resolve I'd built up. I opened my mouth to respond, but my mother wasn't finished. "You know what? Maybe we made a mistake bringing you back," she hissed. "Our real daughter wouldn't be this stupid, this selfish." I flinched, her words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. Real daughter. As if I was some cheap imitation, a knockoff they'd accidentally brought home. "If
My mind raced. The documents in Alex's file—photos of me selling beads at that fair, dated three years before my "rescue." Surveillance photos with my birth parents clearly visible in the background."They wanted..." I couldn't finish the thought."They wanted you trained," she said simply. "Wanted you once you could bring value to their company. Once you'd fully absorbed my techniques."I pulled my hand away, suddenly needing space. The room felt too small, too hot."I'm not saying what I did was right," she continued, her voice wavering. "It wasn't. But neither were they the grieving parents they pretended to be.""Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I demanded, anger flaring again. "When I was older? When I could understand?"She looked away. "Cowardice," she admitted quietly. "By the time you were old enough to understand, I couldn't bear the thought of you hating me.""And when they found me? When they took me back? You just let it happen."She closed her eyes briefly. "What cho
The drive back to the city was a blur of mountain curves and highway monotony. My mind raced ahead to Mami Lulu. What would I say to her? What would she say to me? Every scenario I imagined felt inadequate.The woman who raised me, who taught me everything I knew about glass and art and survival, had also stolen me from my birth family. She wasn't just Mami Lulu who had rescued an abandoned child—she was Lupe Vega, once a celebrated designer who had taken calculated revenge on the people who stole her work by stealing their child.Could I hate her for that? Could I love her still? Both felt impossible and inevitable.Three hours later, I pulled into the Sunset Valley Care Center parking lot. The facility was nicer than most—I'd made sure of that when I chose it—with manicured gardens and a brick façade that resembled a New England college building more than a nursing home.Nurse Abernathy met me at the reception desk. She was younger than I expected, with intelligent eyes and an air o
MayaI couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the ground giving way beneath my feet again. The rocks crumbling. Daniel's fingers digging into my arm as he pushed me closer to the edge. His eyes—empty, unrecognizable—as he said, "If I can't have you, no one will."Dawn broke through the cabin windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. I'd been pacing for hours, my body running on pure adrenaline that refused to subside. My shoulder throbbed where Daniel had grabbed me, and I knew without looking that his fingerprints were tattooed in purple across my skin.I made coffee in the battered percolator, the familiar ritual steadying my shaking hands. Through the kitchen window, I could see Alex outside on the porch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He'd slept there all night. Or tried to, at least.As much as I hated how Alex always found a way to be there when things went to shit, I was grateful. If he hadn't shown up yesterday... I glanced toward the window
The rest of the day passed in a haze. Aldridge returned briefly to inform me that bail had been denied due to the severity of the charges and the risk that I might attempt to contact Maya again. I barely registered his words. All I could hear was Grandfather's voice: unworthy of the Russo name.That evening, I was allowed to shower again. In the metal panel that served as a mirror, I caught sight of a stranger—hollow-eyed, stubbled, hair lank and unwashed. I stared, momentarily confused about whose reflection I was seeing."That's me," I whispered, touching the cool metal surface. "That's... me."Something about the disconnection between my self-image and the reality in the mirror triggered a cascade of unwelcome thoughts. Had Maya ever loved me? Or had she merely tolerated me as the price for her career? Had Grandfather ever been proud of me? Or had I always been a disappointment he was waiting to replace?"Finish up, Russo," a deputy called. "Other inmates need to shower too."Back
Aldridge was waiting in a small interview room, his normally immaculate appearance slightly disheveled. He'd clearly rushed here directly from dinner—a faint wine stain marked his otherwise perfect tie."Daniel." He nodded curtly, opening his briefcase. "I've reviewed the preliminary charges. This is serious.""It's a misunderstanding," I repeated. "Maya became hysterical. We argued. I was trying to keep her from hurting herself."Aldridge's expression didn't change. "The responding officers report that they witnessed you holding Ms. Russo at the edge of a cliff while she struggled to break free. They further state that Alexander Thorne intervened to prevent her from falling when the ground began to give way beneath her feet.""Thorne," I spat. "He's turned her against me. Been working his way into her life for months. This is all his doing.""Daniel." Aldridge's voice sharpened. "I need you to listen carefully. You're being charged with attempted murder and violating a restraining or
DanielBlood on my hands. Not a metaphor. Actual fucking blood.I stared at the red-brown stains embedded in my cuticles, tracing the lines in my palms. Whose blood? Mine? Hers? Or that son of a bitch who tackled me? Didn't matter. The concrete cell walls kept shifting if I looked at them too long, so I focused on my hands instead."This isn't happening," I whispered. My voice sounded wrong in the empty cell. Too small. Too tight. I was Daniel Russo. I didn't belong in places like this.Four concrete walls. A metal toilet with no seat. A slab they called a bed. Bright lights that never went off. The holding cell at the county sheriff's station wasn't meant for people like me. For Russo men.The blood under my nails bothered me. I rubbed my thumb over my fingertips, trying to dislodge the dried flakes. When had I last scrubbed under my nails? Yesterday. Before driving up to the mountains. Before finding her cabin. Before..."She pushed me to this," I muttered, digging harder at the blo
I hung up and stared at the cabin. Warm light, dark outside. Maya moved around in there, her shadow crossing windows. What was she thinking? How much did she hate me right now? I wanted to go to her. Explain everything. Make her understand.I popped the trunk instead. Grabbed my overnight bag. Underneath sat that fucking folder. Twenty years of Maya's life. News clippings, surveillance photos, background checks. All the shit I'd told myself was necessary. Protection. Due diligence.Opened it. Looked different tonight. Not thorough research anymore. Just—stalking. Obsession.Dr. Winters' voice in my head: "Where were you most afraid as a child, Alex?""Not knowing what was coming. When Victoria would be waiting after school, but I wouldn't know what for this time.""So you learned information means safety.""Knowledge is control.""Or just the illusion of it?"I slammed the folder shut. Maya's words echoed: "Everyone in my life has tried to own me." Had I been different? Really? I'd to
The specific amount hit me like a slap. Ten million. Ten. Million. Dollars. My brain couldn't even process it. That's like... what? How many zeros is that? One, two... Jesus. The vague mention in Eleanor's book hadn't prepared me for that reality. Ten million fucking dollars sitting somewhere with my name on it while I'd been eating ramen three nights a week, calculating if I could pay both rent and Mami Lulu's care or if I needed to sell another piece of jewelry just to keep the lights on."So you've been watching me stumble around piecing things together when you had all the answers? While I was struggling with Daniel, fighting for independence... you knew there was money waiting for me?""I tried to tell you, Maya—""No." I cut him off. "Trying would be saying something. Having a fucking conversation instead of dumping a mysterious envelope in my lap and walking away clean.""That's not fair.""Fair?" I laughed, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "You know what's not fair? Everyo
A chill ran down my spine as he took another step toward me. I glanced toward the cabin, gauging whether I could make it inside and lock the door before he reached me. There were knives in the kitchen. My phone."Don't even think about it," he warned, following my gaze. "You're coming with me. We're going to fix this—fix everything you've broken.""I'm not going anywhere with you." I took a step backward, my heel catching on a rock. I stumbled slightly.He lunged forward, grabbing my arm with bruising force. "You don't get to decide anymore. I'm taking back control."I twisted, trying to break his grip, but his fingers dug deeper into my flesh. "Let go of me!""Or what?" he hissed, dragging me toward the path that led to the driveway. "You'll slap me like you slapped your sister? Make a scene? There's no audience here, Maya."I struggled with him, kicking at his shins, twisting to get my arm free. Something in him just... snapped. He grabbed both my arms so hard I knew they'd bruise, a