Lila.I did not get any sleep at all last night, I twisted and turned the whole night replaying every single memory I had of my father. Some things made more sense now, like why Luca's dad was always at the hospital visiting my mom even though my mom claimed they had never met before. Could this be the reason Luca’s mom Elena left? I asked myself. I also remembered the last few days leading up to my father's death. They were always fighting about something with mom and I always thought it was becauseom didn't want him working for Luca's family. But maybe my father found out the truth. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs, I was going mad by all the scenarios forming in my head. I needed answers. "Hey, breakfast is ready." Maria said with a smile on her face the moment she saw me. "I am not really hungry Maria, thanks though." I said as I poured my myself a cup of water. I spotted Luca in the dining room which was off. In the few weeks I had spent in this house, I had ne
Lila. I sit in the sterile, cold hospital room, my fingers trembling as they grip the armrest of the plastic chair. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker like they’re unsure whether they should be on or off. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, and every time it makes its monotonous rhythm, it reminds me that my mother is still here… at least for now.I can still see Richard who is sitted across the room throwing random glances at me and every time I looked away. The possibility that he was my father was unfathomable to me and every time I looked at him it was like a reminder, and I was not ready to deal with that part of reality no matter how it looked like. A few hours later, the doctor came out and we both followed him to his office. I could just tell by the look on his face whatever he was about to say was not good. "We tried to get as much of the malignant tumor in her brain as we could, it had spread so much... Almost half of her b
Luca.I stood there, glaring at Vanessa, my fists clenched at my sides. I was sweating, the anger pulsing through my veins like a furious current. Miami’s humid air hit me hard as I stepped into the lobby of the hotel where I had been instructed to meet the “business contact” who had called me earlier. The moment I saw her Vanessa leaning casually against the polished marble counter, I could feel my blood boil. When I got the call I did not even think it through, which is how I can tell the whole Lila thing had thrown me completely off my game. I am not someone that's easily manipulated, but somehow Vanessa had managed to do it. “What the hell, Vanessa?” I demanded, trying to control my voice. The heat of the city, the sudden change in plans, the wasted time it all felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.I would rather be back home in New York with Lila, I only came out here because I had been trying to land the account Vanessa has used to lure me in for so long. Vanessa, alw
Lila.I had spent the night at the hospital again, going home was no longer an option because all I could think of was my mom. I preferred staying at the hospital just incase she woke up I would be there. With Luca being gone too, the house felt a lot more depressing anyway. I step out of the hospital doors, the brisk morning air hitting my face like a slap. It's colder than I expected, but the chill feels good, somehow. I need something to calm my nerves; my thoughts have been a jumble of hospital noises, sterile smells, and too many unanswered questions for the past week. I head toward the small café across the street, hoping a simple cup of coffee will help me clear my head. When Luca was around he was the one who would do the coffee runs. He was in my mind a lot this morning, mostly because he had not called or texted to check in. But as I approach the door, I hear the distinct sound of cameras snapping. Flash after flash, they go off like an unholy orchestra. I freeze in place
Vanessa.I had always been the kind of woman who took control of things. I was used to getting what I wanted, bending people to my will, making sure I was never left behind. But I did not see the divorce coming.We had a system that worked over the years, as long as I stayed out of my husband's business he stayed out of mine. It was a marriage of convinience, not love. But we didn't start out like that, we were in love once. But so much had happened between us now. We tried everything, we tried opening our relationship, we tried therapy but nothing worked. My husband was in love with someone else, a man nonetheless, so we kept our little arrangement. At first I was not okay with it, until I met Luca and everything changed. I had the best time with Luca, he saw me, the real me and he loved me. Him, just like me was driven by success, which is why our situation was functional for so long. We both understood the rules. Atleast we both pretended we did. But he wanted more after a whi
Lila. The front door slammed behind Luca as he entered, his face a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I could tell he was running on fumes, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair disheveled, but the fury bubbling up inside of me didn’t care about any of that. I was furious, seething in a way I couldn’t remember feeling before. I was so furious I just wanted jump on him, the past twenty four hours had been crazy. I couldn't even go to the hospital in peace, the paparazzi was literally everywhere. I had been stewing in silence, trying to hold it together for the past few hours, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come. The images of Luca and Vanessa had been plastered all over the tabloids, and my phone had been blowing up with messages, each one worse than the last. I couldn’t even look at it anymore. My hands were shaking as I held the glass of wine in front of me, but I didn’t dare take a sip if I drank, I’d fall apart. And right now, I needed to be strong. Luca walked into the
Lila.I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of my dress. I didn't want to go to the gala, smile at strangers acting like I was happy when I was dying a little inside with my mother fighting for her life in the ICU.The deep emerald green silk hugs my body, the fabric shimmering in the soft lighting of the room. It’s perfect. I look perfect. My hair cascades in soft waves over my shoulders, and the makeup is subtle but enough to make me feel beautiful. Everything about this night is supposed to be flawless according to Luca. This was all about him, all about his reputation and cleaning up his image. I take another long look of my perfect dress, before I pick up my bag ready to step out. That’s when the phone rings.I glance at the screen and feel a strange flicker of unease when I see Vanessa's name. I don’t even have to think twice about picking it up, though.What I am more curious about is how she got my number, but again she is Vanessa. I know what she’s going to say.
Lila. Everything was now coming back to me as we made our way back to the car. I was officially Mrs Hall. "How are you feeling?" Luca asked as he opened the car door for me. "Married!!" I said smiling as I looked at my wedding ring, I quickly looked at the time and it was still early. "Maybe we should make an appearance at the gala after all, we can come out there publicly that we are now married." i suggested looking at him. He looked at his watch, and was about to say something when my phone started ringing. "It's the hospital, I have to take this." I said answering the phone. He just nodded and immediately turned down the music. I couldn't believe the weight of the words that had just echoed through my phone. My mother was gone. My knees felt weak, the world around me spinning for a moment as I gripped the edge of the car door. Everything had been perfect, Luca and I had just left the courthouse, newly married, full of excitement and joy to rub it in Vanessa's face. Our fut
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