Nicola TaylorI arrived home just past two in the afternoon, the drive feeling longer than it should have. I wasn’t sure if the frustration made the trip feel endless or if it was simply the weight of this nagging feeling I couldn’t shake. Either way, I was exhausted but determined. If I could just
Cole seemed taken aback by my response, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you hear what I just told you? She’s been hurt by the one person she trusted most, what am I supposed to say? Go away?” he replied, sounding slightly exasperated.“Oh, I heard you,” I replied, the anger I’d tried to hold back
Nicola TaylorThe drive back felt longer than the hours it actually took. Every mile was filled with regret and frustration for having wasted precious time on a confrontation that had only stirred more questions and doubts. Skipping work for this… this pointless confrontation had been a mistake, and
The words struck a chord, pulling at me, his hand still on my arm, his fingers pressing warmth into my skin, lingering, grounding me there in the charged silence. I swallowed, trying to hold my ground. “I don’t know, Cole. I don’t know. I mean, I do think that if a person was there when you needed t
Nicola TaylorThe house was still, a heavy silence settling around me as I paced in the hallway, trying to calm down. But every time I replayed the scene at his office, the memory of Sierra’s teary face pressed against him, that feeling of betrayal rose like bile. I took a breath, leaning against th
His words replayed in my head.I froze, my gaze narrowing, realizing it all at once. “You remember,” I whispered, my voice rough with a mix of anger and shock. “You… you fucking asshole.”He tensed, caught, and then gave a small nod, his jaw clenching. “I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to ru
Nicola TaylorI paced the length of the bedroom, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides, a low hum of frustration buzzing just beneath my skin. I could feel Cole’s presence behind me, tense and electric, his gaze fixed on me like he was trying to catch my eye, to say something unspoken. But
“I’m saying that just because your memory was gone doesn’t mean all our problems went with it.” I crossed my arms tighter, pulling myself inward, as if that would shield me from the intensity of my own feelings. “You can’t just… press reset and expect everything to be fine.”For a moment, vulnerabil