Lila.The room was dim, the soft beep of the machines providing a quiet backdrop to the sterile hospital air. Luca lay in the bed, his face relaxed, the weight of the transplant surgery finally starting to show signs of peace. The steady rhythm of his breath was the only thing that assured me he was still with me, still fighting.He was a fighter. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers lightly gripping his hand, not daring to let go. My mind raced with the events of the past few days the fear, the hope, and now this uncertain calm. My heart had been a rollercoaster, and right now, it was firmly on the precipice of both relief and tension.The man that had threatened to black mail us had not reached out yet, which was even more worrying since Luca could not do anything really in his state. But I was not going to worry about that right now. Luca had a successful surgery and that's all that really mattered right now. Just as I started to relax, the door opened.y gaze snapped up, w
Vanessa. She was right. I hated that girl since the very first day I saw her, I knew Luca liked her because of how she looked, but I could just tell she was trouble. And she needed to go even if it meant blowing up my marriage. She was Young, full of life and looked like someone Luca would fall in love with. She could give him kids something I could not be able to do. Luca alwyas said he didn't mind that I couldn't give him children since he did not want any kids. But he was still young, he was only thirty and I knew he would change his mind someday, I always thought when that day came, we would cross that bridge, but now with Lila in the picture I was running out of time. Lila was right and too involved in business that did not concern her, but she was not wrong. We were both living a lie pretending to be happy and we were dragging innocent people down with us into our web of lies. I watched Luca, his body still and his breath shallow, I watched as his chest rose up and down w
Lila. I stood there, hidden behind the half open door, my heart hammering in my chest as I listened to Vanessa’s voice drip with the venom of a threat. She was telling Luca she would finally leave her husband. The words, sharp and dangerous, echoed in my mind. If she left him, Luca wouldn’t need a fake fiancée anymore. Meaning I wouldn’t matter anymore and our deal would be off.Well there was no way I was going to let that happen. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not when I had finally let myself want more.I waited until I was sure Vanessa was completely gone and she was not coming back before I decided to make my move I took a deep breath, pushing away the panic that threatened to rise in my throat. The weight of the moment was heavy, and I knew I had to act quickly. The door creaked as I stepped into the room, my presence cutting through their conversation like a blade.He was awake now, I wondered for how long though, he had seemed to be sleeping when Vanessa was in the ro
Lila. It had been a few days since I moved into Luca’s house and since he was discharged from the hospital. I was still yet get used to the house itself. I always imagined what the rich and luxurious lived like, but I never imagined it would be this luxurious. It was like living in a resort, waking up every day with the best view in the world. I wanted to explore every part of the house in due time or atleast before my time was up. I had thought Luca was still sleeping and wanted to go down for a swim when I heard his voice from his home office, I slowly tiptoed down the hall to where his office was located. I wasn’t supposed to be snooping around. I knew that. But Luca had been so quiet ever since he got out of the hospital, and I hated seeing him like that. I couldn’t help it. I had to know what was going on.I had no clue what he was thinking or where his mind was at. I wanted to atleast know if he was in contact with Vanessa, if she was still getting a divorce, but Luca bare
Luca.I sat in total for a few more minutes, taking in everything that had just happened. The last thing I wanted was for Lila to see this part of my world. She was so innocent, so naïve, but my world was dark and dangerous, Vanessa understood that and loved me because of it. But Lila was different and I was beginning to like her for that, because she was so out of touch with my world, she represented the world I would have wanted to be in if I wasn't raised the way I was. I watched her through my window as she did her swimming laps. She was perfect, even when she wasn't trying to. We had grown closer the past few weeks, she had known a part of me that I never let anyone know, but with her, it was like I didn't have to pretend to be someone I am not. Which is why I could not lose her. I looked at my phone, I had over ten missed calls from Vanessa and some text messages from her and my father too. It was time I had a conversation with Vanessa. Just like Lila, Vanessa had her own r
Lila.All I could think about all morning was the fact that Luca had someone killed. I knew his world was dangerous, that he was dangerous but I never really thought about it deeply, a part of me wanted to live in oblivious, and it was working until I overheard the conversation I was not supposed to do. I dialled my phone over a million times, thinking maybe I should tell the police, but Luca's family owned the police, they owned literally everything, there was nothing that money could not buy. They were used to getting away with stuff like this. But how was I supposed to ever look at him the same way knowing what I knew. Guilt was eating me up and I had no one I could talk to. My mother was my friend, and we were not in good terms. But maybe she was right, marrying into this family was dangerous, I had to go talk to her and apologize. From Luca's house to the hospital was only a few minutes walk. So I just sneaked out and decided to walk to help clear my mind. I walked through
Lila. I was past confused, everyone was keeping secrets from me and none of it was making sense to me anymore. I knew exactly who would give me the answers I needed and I was not going to play dumb anymore. On the way back to the house I took a cab, I was too agitated to walk back there. The house was quiet, I knew exactly where I would find him. I storm into Luca’s bedroom, my mind racing with a thousand questions. The tension between us could be felt across the room. Luca appeared from the bathrooms, white towel around his torso, his bare chest out dripping wet. He was in the shower when I stormed in. I immediately second guessed my choice to storm into his room without knocking. He just looked at me, no expression in his face at all, he picked up an extra towel and started drying his hair in silence as if giving me time to say what brought me into his room. I didn’t care about the awkwardness, didn’t care that Luca was probably just as confused as I was. I needed answers. A
Luca. Immediately Lila left my room, I sat back down completely confused by the information she had just given me. I wanted to run after her and tell her is we can work together on figuring the connection between our parents but I couldn't. I had become too much dependent on her and she was getting too close too soon for my own liking. I needed to take a step back from her in general and figure out my emotions and feelings towards her. I picked up my phone and immediately dialled my private investigator's number. Luckily he picked up on the first ring.I gave him all the instructions he needed before I hang up. I had a bad feeling about this. Over the years I had always imagined what I would say to my mother if I ever saw again. At some point I realized I might never see her again, ever so I erased all the memories I had of her. I came into terms that she will never come back, and I was okay with it. But why did I have this scary feeling when I told Paul my private investigator
Richard. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but I could tell he was pissed off. I hadn't seen him that way in a long time. "Please sit down Luca, let's talk about this." i said calmly, nudging Lila to tell him to sit down."What exactly did she tell you son?" I finally asked after a few minutes of silence. We were all seated across from each other, but I appreciated the fact that Lila was present, she could help calm things down between us."She said you are the reason she never came back, you threatened her life and told her if she ever came back you will kill her." he finally said, his eyes cold, that angry vein popping on his forehead."Why would I even do that Luca, just think about it. Her leaving broke me, why would I want her to leave in the first place?""Well for starters you were in love with Lila's mom, maybe you wanted to get rid of my mother so that you two could live happily ever after. She is your biological daughter, I am not" he said angrily, his ey
Lila"What does he mean by this Jenny? What did you say to him? Where did he go?" My legs nearly give out. I stagger to the couch, the letter fluttering in my trembling hands. The paper is warm from my grip, but his words cut through me like ice.Gone where, Luca? None of this was making an sense, I had only stepped out for a few minutes, waht could she have possibly said to him. I read faster, eyes blurring from more than just the tears building behind them. As if trying to find an hidden message behind the message. But there was no hidden message, it was just as plain as it read. I was about to get up, when I saw another note, a little hidden like he didn't want someone to find it. He had placed it below the fruit bowl, neatly folded. I picked the note, careful not to seem suspicious to Jenny who seemed unfazed by any of this. 'Lila, I couldn’t stay. I know you’ll hate me for this, and I deserve that. But after hearing her, hearing what she said, it wasn’t enough. There is mo
Lila. We all sit down on the floor, our legs crossed facing each other, the letter in his hand. I nudge him to go ahead and open it. It's now or never. Luca’s fingers tremble as he breaks the seal on the letter. I watch his knuckles, turn white against the yellowed paper, and my heart is a fist punching inside my ribs.He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t look at me. Just starts reading.I feel useless. Like I’m standing at the edge of a cliff watching someone I love tumble off it in slow motion and there’s nothing I can do to catch him. Nothing I can say to soften the crash.The silence is unbearable. I move closer to him. “Luca?” I say softly, His eyes scan line after line, but it’s like the words are dragging him under. His jaw is clenched so tight I swear I can hear the tension grinding in his teeth. When he finally speaks, it’s a whisper, brittle and sharp like glass underfoot.“She says she left because of him. My dad. She says... she wanted to come back. But he threatened her.”
Luca.I wasn’t even sure how I got home. The sidewalk bent and curved like a snake, and the streetlights flared and flickered like firecrackers, and I was just stumbling through it all like I didn’t belong in the world anymore. My keys missed the lock three times before the door gave way under my weight. The house was too quiet. Like it knew something I didn’t.My head buzzed like a goddamn beehive. My stomach was a pit. Everything in me was too full, too much whiskey, too many thoughts, too many years of things I never said out loud.I didn’t mean to go to her room.I didn’t even think. My feet just carried me there. Like they remembered something I had forgotten.Lila’s door was open. That soft glow of her bedside lamp leaked into the hallway, golden and warm. She was curled up on her bed, legs folded, book in hand, glasses perched low on her nose like they always were when she got serious about something. Her eyes flicked up when I leaned against the doorframe like I was trying to
Richard. The air suddenly becomes cold and I can tell something is definitely wrong by how Jenny is acting and so quiet. I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from Jenny and the two detectives. The taller one, introduces himself as, Detective Harlan before he glances at his partner, then back at me.“We are looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”The name hits like a slap. He was the reason me and Jenny fought so much in our marriage. "Yeah. I knew Marcus." He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear. After she disappeared, so did he.“Why are you asking
Richard. I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.“What’s going on?” I ask.The taller one, Detective Harlan glances at his partner, then back at me.“We’re looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”The name hits like a slap.Yeah. I knew Marcus.He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear. After she disappeared, so did he.“Why are you asking about him now?” I say carefully.“He never resurfaced,” Harlan says. “No employment, no ID activity, nothing. It’s like he vanished off the face of the earth.”“And what does that have to do with Jenny?” My voice is sharp now. Protective. Angry even Harlan looks
Richard. Every scenario that I come up with leads me to just doing the right thing no matter how bad I didn't want to. I know if I don't Luca about his mother and she dies without making things right with him, he will never forgive me if he found out she tried to reach out and I didn't tell him. It’s Sunday afternoon when I finally decide to do it. Two days since Jenny left again. Two days staring at the folded letter like it’s a bomb waiting to go off. Because it is. Luca texts me that he’s stopping by to help with the gutters, like I’m too old to hold a damn ladder. I tell him sure, come by. Bring that wrench you stole from my garage five years ago. He laughs in a text. Says he might.I make coffee. Black. Strong. The kind that punches you awake. I sit at the kitchen table and place the letter dead center between us.It’s cloudy outside. A fitting day for the news I was about to drop in his laps. I appreciated the fact that his wife Lila had not mentioned anything to him yet, h
Richard. It’s been four days.Four long, dragging, claustrophobic days since Jenny stood in my living room and detonated twenty five years of silence with three words: I have cancer and I am dying. And now every time I pass the mirror in the hallway, I catch my own reflection and flinch, because I don’t recognize the man looking back. He’s waiting. Holding his breath. Listening for a knock that may never come.I wanted to tell Luca about his mother, that she was back and she was dying. Anothet part of me hates her and Saw this is her karma, she did not deserve to see the amazing man Luca had turned out to become. She didn't deserve to say goodbye to him. But why was I feeling so much guilt over it. Luca came by last night, as he does every Thursday. Same routine. He brings dinner some overpriced vegan thing Lila cooks and we sit in awkward silence, pretending we’re just two men, not a father and son still sutured together by old wounds.He doesn’t know she was here.I don’t tell h
Richard. I still remember the last time I saw her, I replayed it so many times in my head that at some point it just stuck. I used to make up scenarios in my head about what would happen if I ever saw her again, but over the years I gave up.I didn't think she would ever come back, I did not even know if she was still alive. I had hired some of the best private investigators, but none was ever successful in finding her. As soon as she left, her trail went cold. It was like looking for a ghost, it was like she never existed at all. So I let it go and over the years accepted that I might never see her again or find out what happened to her. Clearly I was wrong, because she was back in the flesh and she still looked the same, but age had catched up. "Richard." she said, My name. That voice. I hadn’t heard it in twenty five years, and still, it hit like a freight train. I didn’t move right away. Thought maybe it was a ghost, a trick of the old walls. "Jenny." I managed to say, T