From Ethan's facial expression I saw he liked what he saw.The restaurant was warm—intimate in that old-school, no-reservations-needed kind of way. There were no marble countertops or curated art installations, just mismatched chairs and the smell of garlic and butter floating thick in the air. The walls were faded red, the lighting soft and gold. “This,” I said, dropping into the booth, “is heaven.”Ethan grinned as he slid in across from me, his broad shoulders nearly bumping into the edge of the seat. “You weren’t kidding. Smells like they’re actually cooking here.”“Real food,” I said, opening the stained menu. “Praise be.”We were barely two minutes in—arguing gently over whether to start with the garlic knots or the cheesy bread—when I saw an old lady Bent slightly at the waist, hands wiping down a wooden table in the far corner. Her gray hair was pulled back into a bun, a white apron tied tightly around her narrow frame.I wouldn’t have noticed her if not for the way Ethan sud
ETHAN'S POV I didn’t remember starting the engine. Just the way my fingers clenched the steering tightly.All I knew was that I needed answers and I needed them now.The sky was dark as if it was Ankit to rain but I didn't care one bit.After what felt like hours I reached my perfect childhood mansion.I pulled into the driveway taking a deep breath, everything about this place felt the same, but I wasn’t at all, not anymore.I killed the engine and just sat there, my reflection staring back at me in the rearview mirror, my eyes were darker than I remembered, it was because I hadn't slept for days..I stepped out, slamming the door harder than I meant to.The front doors opened wide as the smell of polished wood and expensive candles hit me.And then I heard Sophie's mother's sickly sweet voice.I didn't know how I hated this woman but loved her daughter —Fuck! Did I just say love? I meant how I hated this woman and slightly tolerated her daughter.I pushed the thought of love at th
I found more prescriptions.Most of them were blank and unwritten with no doctor's note, just the name of the druh there weren't even guidelines or anything it was unfilled and unsigned.Some were folded, others were stuffed between pages of old magazines at the back of her closet; they were not even hidden well — just discarded like they meant nothing.But I knew my mother, she was very meticulous and nothing in her life was ever accidental.I sat on the floor, surrounded by her memories with the empty prescriptions in one hand and her diary in the other. My chest felt extremely tight and I couldn't breathe, it was as if the walls were closing in on me and Like maybe this house was trying to bury me too.But I had to convince myself that it was all in my mind because I wanted to keep going and ip apart every drawer, every floorboard, every nook and fucking cranny of her room But the thing was that I was scared, I didn't know what else awaited me, so naturally, I was scared of what e
I looked at her curiously and wanted obviously to know more as I stepped forward slowly.I bent down to her level to see what see was reading as hands hovered above the page like I was afraid it might burn or something “Let me see it,” I said, shocked that my own voice didn’t sound like mine.She didn’t hesitate, he just held it out with no warning or pause.I took the diary and read“I tried to protect him. God knows I did. But the day he walked into my room with the bottle, asking why it had Daddy’s name on it, I knew I was losing grip. Ethan was only six and he already understood too much I guess children are too observant, and maybe he inherited more than just his father’s eyes.”Everything blurred, the diary slipped from my hands and landed with a thud.Sophie bent to pick it up, but I stepped back.“No.”“Ethan—”“I need to think.”I moved toward the window, pressing my palm to the glass, my forehead against it. “I don’t remember any bottle,” I whispered. “But I remember her c
Sophie's POVLorna’s fingers twisting a worn-out tissue, and I could already tell she wasn’t sure if she should speak. I could tell she was already getting emotional as I watched her lips tremble as she finally drew in a shaky breath.Ethan hands resting on the steering wheel even though we weren’t going anywhere, be looked very agitated as if he knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.“Lorna please.” I begged. “I know this is hard for you but Ethan needs answers.”She nodded her head and sighed.“She met him in school… your mother. God, she was brilliant. Soft-spoken but sharp. She could silence a room with just one look.” She was looking at Ethan with a sparkle in her eyes as if she was seeing his mother in him.Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel him getting agitated. I turned slightly in my seat, I turned my body to face her as Lorna spoke.“Your father was a scholarship student, an orphan but was deadly smart, your grandfather sponsored him and your mother took i
Lorna’s eyes shifted to him slowly, and the sorrow etched into her face made my chest tighten. She looked like someone who’d lived with the truth for too long, and it had started to rot inside her.“He isolated her,” Lorna said. “At first, it was subtle. He convinced her not to go to her usual doctor. Said he knew someone more experienced, someone who ‘specialized in stress-related issues.’ She was hesitant, but he insisted. Claimed it was best for the baby.” She turned to Ethan “Best for you.”She turned to me then, her voice sharper and deadly bitter. “But that doctor… he was a joke. No credentials we could ever confirm. Always gave vague results, told her the tests were fine even when she could barely walk without holding onto something. I told her it wasn’t right. Told her to get a second opinion. But Robert didn’t let her.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. I could see it working as he gritted his teeth.“He told her she was imagining things. That she was paranoid. That stress was making her
Sophie's POVThe silence in the car was thick and extremely suffocating. Ethan hadn’t said a word since the call, and I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes showed that he was close to being wild with rage or just that he was very angry.And what Lorna said today only fueled his temper ten thousand times over.“He is looking,” Ethan said in a very low voice as his eyes were distant now, he looked like he was already five steps ahead of his father. “The fucker suspects, I can feel it, you know when I went to my mother's room he was watching and that was the first time in yeats that he went to her wing in the mansion, then now he went in the room it feels sketchy."I nodded in agreement."When I left the mansion today he gave me a chilling look that didn't quite sit right with me.”I listened without saying a word, just nodding my head so Ethan would know that I was picking up every single word he was saying, but he wasn't don't talking.“I don’t know how much he
Rachel's condescending voice cut me short. “Sophia, will you let my father talk to my brother or not?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes while Ethan had his usual unreadable expression, he looked regal and detached, like he had practiced that mask in front of a mirror. But I knew him too well, I know how much work it took him to keep everything in control, I couldn't see that there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, I noticed the way he was tightening his jaw and I could sense that he was anything but calm.Mr Blackwood just cleared his throat as his eyes went straight to me. “Come with me Ethan,” his tone was flat and commanding, as he was leaving no room for argument. Everyone was silent looking between Ethan and I waiting to see what would happen.Ethan walked towards me with a silent plea in his eyes.“Please, Sophie. Just this once… stay out of it.”His words hurt, but I gave him a look that told him that I wasn't comfortable with him being alone with his father, for all
Rachel ran forward screaming in a high pitched voice I didn't know she had. “Daddy? Daddy, are you okay? I heard glass break, what did Ethan do?” I blinked. What! The! Actual! Fuck! The way she rushed to him, like a little girl desperate to protect her hero, had my breath catching in my throat. She didn’t even glance at Ethan, she just went straight to Richard like he was the one who had been hurt when he might have been the one to shatter the glass. When did all this happen? When did Rachel start calling him Daddy with such tenderness? When did the girl who once side-eyed his every move become this… concerned? I barely had time to process it before Ethan spoke. “What I did?” he said, his tone flat. “You mean existed?” Rachel’s body stiffened. Her hand, which had just touched Richard’s shoulder, dropped like it had been scorched. She turned to look at Ethan, but the words she had died on her lips. Maybe it was the look in his eyes. I stood there, in the middle of this st
I took.l one last look at Sophie as I followed my father, he didn't say a word but it was obvious that knew what was coming; he had to. I strode down the hallway, my footsteps heavy on the floor but my father's pace was steady, but I could sense the tension building between us as I trailed behind him. My eyes fixed on the back of his head as so many thoughts ran through my head, He didn't look back, didn't acknowledge my presence. I continued to follow him as we went past the portraits of a family that barely existed, past the polished antiques that felt more like props than memories. He stepped into his office like a king returning to his throne. I had to admit that his office does look with a throne with the hgh ceilings, heavy mahogany desk, lather and gold and of course it reeked of his ego that soaked into the fucking walls. But now I know that none of this belongs to him, except his ego He didn’t look back when I entered, he just walked straight to the far end of the ro
Rachel's condescending voice cut me short. “Sophia, will you let my father talk to my brother or not?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes while Ethan had his usual unreadable expression, he looked regal and detached, like he had practiced that mask in front of a mirror. But I knew him too well, I know how much work it took him to keep everything in control, I couldn't see that there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, I noticed the way he was tightening his jaw and I could sense that he was anything but calm.Mr Blackwood just cleared his throat as his eyes went straight to me. “Come with me Ethan,” his tone was flat and commanding, as he was leaving no room for argument. Everyone was silent looking between Ethan and I waiting to see what would happen.Ethan walked towards me with a silent plea in his eyes.“Please, Sophie. Just this once… stay out of it.”His words hurt, but I gave him a look that told him that I wasn't comfortable with him being alone with his father, for all
Sophie's POVThe silence in the car was thick and extremely suffocating. Ethan hadn’t said a word since the call, and I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes showed that he was close to being wild with rage or just that he was very angry.And what Lorna said today only fueled his temper ten thousand times over.“He is looking,” Ethan said in a very low voice as his eyes were distant now, he looked like he was already five steps ahead of his father. “The fucker suspects, I can feel it, you know when I went to my mother's room he was watching and that was the first time in yeats that he went to her wing in the mansion, then now he went in the room it feels sketchy."I nodded in agreement."When I left the mansion today he gave me a chilling look that didn't quite sit right with me.”I listened without saying a word, just nodding my head so Ethan would know that I was picking up every single word he was saying, but he wasn't don't talking.“I don’t know how much he
Lorna’s eyes shifted to him slowly, and the sorrow etched into her face made my chest tighten. She looked like someone who’d lived with the truth for too long, and it had started to rot inside her.“He isolated her,” Lorna said. “At first, it was subtle. He convinced her not to go to her usual doctor. Said he knew someone more experienced, someone who ‘specialized in stress-related issues.’ She was hesitant, but he insisted. Claimed it was best for the baby.” She turned to Ethan “Best for you.”She turned to me then, her voice sharper and deadly bitter. “But that doctor… he was a joke. No credentials we could ever confirm. Always gave vague results, told her the tests were fine even when she could barely walk without holding onto something. I told her it wasn’t right. Told her to get a second opinion. But Robert didn’t let her.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. I could see it working as he gritted his teeth.“He told her she was imagining things. That she was paranoid. That stress was making her
Sophie's POVLorna’s fingers twisting a worn-out tissue, and I could already tell she wasn’t sure if she should speak. I could tell she was already getting emotional as I watched her lips tremble as she finally drew in a shaky breath.Ethan hands resting on the steering wheel even though we weren’t going anywhere, be looked very agitated as if he knew he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.“Lorna please.” I begged. “I know this is hard for you but Ethan needs answers.”She nodded her head and sighed.“She met him in school… your mother. God, she was brilliant. Soft-spoken but sharp. She could silence a room with just one look.” She was looking at Ethan with a sparkle in her eyes as if she was seeing his mother in him.Ethan didn’t move, but I could feel him getting agitated. I turned slightly in my seat, I turned my body to face her as Lorna spoke.“Your father was a scholarship student, an orphan but was deadly smart, your grandfather sponsored him and your mother took i
I looked at her curiously and wanted obviously to know more as I stepped forward slowly.I bent down to her level to see what see was reading as hands hovered above the page like I was afraid it might burn or something “Let me see it,” I said, shocked that my own voice didn’t sound like mine.She didn’t hesitate, he just held it out with no warning or pause.I took the diary and read“I tried to protect him. God knows I did. But the day he walked into my room with the bottle, asking why it had Daddy’s name on it, I knew I was losing grip. Ethan was only six and he already understood too much I guess children are too observant, and maybe he inherited more than just his father’s eyes.”Everything blurred, the diary slipped from my hands and landed with a thud.Sophie bent to pick it up, but I stepped back.“No.”“Ethan—”“I need to think.”I moved toward the window, pressing my palm to the glass, my forehead against it. “I don’t remember any bottle,” I whispered. “But I remember her c
I found more prescriptions.Most of them were blank and unwritten with no doctor's note, just the name of the druh there weren't even guidelines or anything it was unfilled and unsigned.Some were folded, others were stuffed between pages of old magazines at the back of her closet; they were not even hidden well — just discarded like they meant nothing.But I knew my mother, she was very meticulous and nothing in her life was ever accidental.I sat on the floor, surrounded by her memories with the empty prescriptions in one hand and her diary in the other. My chest felt extremely tight and I couldn't breathe, it was as if the walls were closing in on me and Like maybe this house was trying to bury me too.But I had to convince myself that it was all in my mind because I wanted to keep going and ip apart every drawer, every floorboard, every nook and fucking cranny of her room But the thing was that I was scared, I didn't know what else awaited me, so naturally, I was scared of what e
ETHAN'S POV I didn’t remember starting the engine. Just the way my fingers clenched the steering tightly.All I knew was that I needed answers and I needed them now.The sky was dark as if it was Ankit to rain but I didn't care one bit.After what felt like hours I reached my perfect childhood mansion.I pulled into the driveway taking a deep breath, everything about this place felt the same, but I wasn’t at all, not anymore.I killed the engine and just sat there, my reflection staring back at me in the rearview mirror, my eyes were darker than I remembered, it was because I hadn't slept for days..I stepped out, slamming the door harder than I meant to.The front doors opened wide as the smell of polished wood and expensive candles hit me.And then I heard Sophie's mother's sickly sweet voice.I didn't know how I hated this woman but loved her daughter —Fuck! Did I just say love? I meant how I hated this woman and slightly tolerated her daughter.I pushed the thought of love at th