LOGINLily Thompson
I tore my gaze away from the man standing before me, focusing instead on my daughter, who beamed up at me with unwavering excitement. Her innocence was a soothing balm to my racing thoughts, grounding me in the present moment.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I mustered a smile for her sake and knelt down. "Thank you, sweetheart," I said softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair affectionately. "But why don't you go inside and start on your homework? Mommy needs to have a little chat with our guest."
My daughter's smile faded for a moment, her brow furrowing in confusion, but she nodded obediently and scampered inside, leaving the two of us alone on the porch.
Once she was out of earshot, I stood up and turned my attention back to the man standing before me, the man whose presence dredged up memories I had long buried beneath the weight of time.
"Ryan," I whispered, his name a ghost on my lips as I struggled to find my voice.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "Lily," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and longing.
For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence was deafening. But then, with a tentative sigh, Ryan took a step forward, closing the distance between us.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "But fate has a funny way of bringing people back together, doesn't it?"
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound bitter and full with pain and anger. "Fate," I repeated, the word heavy with irony. "More like cruel irony."
Ryan's expression softened, his eyes filled with an unspoken apology. "I know I hurt you, Lily," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "And I'm sorry. I've spent years regretting what happened between us, wishing I could go back and make things right."
I wanted to believe him, wanted to let go of the anger and resentment that had festered in my heart for so long. But old wounds ran deep, and forgiveness didn't come easily.
“Ryan, I really don’t want to see you here” I said, trying hard to block out all my emotions “please leave”
“Lily, I won’t leave you again no matter how much you push me away. I’ll always be here for you and your daughter” he said sounding genuine but I wasn’t about to fall for the same trick he used years back
“Oh, really, where were you when I needed you the most, why weren’t you there for me” I said, raising my voice, tears almost dropping from my eyes “now you appear all of a sudden and think I’ll let you back into my life, into my daughter’s life? You really must be delusional
My daughter comes back to the porch probably because she heard me shouting at Ryan and sees my eyes teary and instantly knows that something is wrong
“Mommy, what’s wrong” she said, looking up at me
I immediately get on my knees and give her a hug “nothing is wrong, my love. Just go inside, mommy will be with you soon”
“Will uncle Riri be joining us for dinner?” she asked
“Uncle Riri? Who’s that” I asked. Totally confused
“Your new husband” she whispered into my ears and giggled
So, she abbreviated his name to Riri. She looked so excited and it was contagious but too bad I’m going to have to ruin her excitement for our won good
“No, uncle Riri will not be staying for dinner” I said and her smiles and all her excitement completely vanished “he has some work to take care, right Ryan?”
I stood up and looked at him signaling him to agree with me and just leave and he does
“Uhm yes, Bells, I would love to stay but I’ve got some urgent work to attend to. I’m so sorry” he said
Bells? So they gave each other nicknames. How long did they stay on the porch waiting for me?
Isabella ran over to him and held his left leg with her tiny hands
“Please don’t go uncle Riri” she begged “can’t your work wait just for today?” she pleaded
Ryan looks at me pleadingly hoping I'll change my resolve but I don’t. I won’t give him that chance to break me all over again
When I don’t agree, he picks up Isabella “I’m so sorry, Bells” he says and she wraps her hands around his neck and starts crying
I quickly rush over and take her away from him and hold her in my arms. Isabella has always been a cheerful child. This is the first time in four years that I’ve seen her cry. What charm did Ryan use on my baby girl?
“It’s okay my baby. Uncle Riri will stay for dinner” I found myself saying.
Anything for Isabella even if it meant inviting this monster into my house, just for her sake
“Uncle Riri, you’ll stay?” Isabella asked through tears and sobbing from my arms
“Of course, bells. I’ll postpone my meeting anything for you” he said
She was so happy that she jumped down from my arms and gave him a big hug
“Yayyy, thank you. Now come along, I want to show you my room and my toys” she said, dragging him inside
God, I hope I don’t regret this decision
Six Months LaterThe house smelled like cinnamon and warm vanilla, the way it always did when Isabella and Ryan baked together. I could hear them in the kitchen. Isabella scolding him for sneaking chocolate chips, Ryan pretending to deny it with the worst acting I had ever seen.I stood at the living room window, watching the early December snow fall in thin, drifting sheets. Six months. Six months since the chaos had ended. Six months since I’d finally stopped running. Six months since I’d allowed myself to breathe.“Mom!” Isabella called, her voice bright and excited. “You’re not allowed to come in yet! It’s a surprise!”I smiled. “Sweetheart, last time you said that, the surprise was a burnt pan and a smoke alarm.”“That was Theo’s fault!” she shouted.Right on cue, Theo peeked around the corner from the dining hall, eyebrows raised. “Hey. I wasn’t even home that day.”I laughed, shaking my head. “So what’s your excuse this time?”He gave a dramatic shrug. “I just work here. I don’
Lily Thompson I turned in his arms to meet his gaze. His eyes, fierce and tender all at once, were the only thing I wanted to see. “Yeah,” I whispered, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw. “More than okay. I’m… I’m happy. Safe. I’m… home.” He smiled, that slow, crooked smile that had made my heart skip a thousand times before. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere ever again.” I leaned up and kissed him, softly at first, then with everything I’d been holding in for months—the fear, the longing, the relief. His hands slid under my shirt, warm and steady, and I pressed closer, letting myself melt into him. Every heartbeat we shared felt like it was ours alone, after the world had tried to tear us apart so many times. When I finally pulled back to catch my breath, I rested my forehead against his. “I… I love you,” I admitted, and for the first time, I didn’t hide it, didn’t twist it, didn’t fear it. He chuckled, low and teasing, though his grip neve
Thompson The courtroom was cold. Too cold. Dante sat across from me, his wrists in cuffs, his eyes sharp and smug even in chains. He looked nothing like the father I had once begged to love me. He looked like what he had always been — a man who saw me as property. The detective stood behind him. Theo sat beside me, his files stacked high, every page filled with the evidence that had finally dragged Ochoa into the light. Ryan stood against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes never leaving Dante . I clutched the papers in my lap — the DNA results, proof of the truth that had shattered me. The boy wasn’t just another victim. He was mine. My son. And Dante had stolen him from me. “Why?” My voice shook, but I didn’t care. “Why would you do this to me? To him?” Dante smirked. “Because I could. Because you never deserved what was given to you. Everything should have been mine. The money. The name. The power. And you—” his eyes flicked to me, cruel — “you were always weak. Easy t
Lily Thompson Hospitals had a smell I hated. Sharp, clean, too bright. I sat on the narrow bed with Isabella curled against me, her tiny fingers gripping mine even in sleep. The doctor had said she was malnourished but stable. No broken bones. No visible injuries. But her eyes… her eyes were older than they should have been. She had seen too much. I kissed her forehead, whispering, “You’re safe now, baby. Mommy’s here.” But my mind kept drifting down the hall. To him. The boy. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. The hollow cheeks. The tired eyes. And the way he looked like Ryan. Too much like Ryan. A nurse tapped on the door. “Mrs. Thompson? The doctor wants to speak with you about the other child.” My chest tightened. I kissed Isabella’s head and eased her back against the pillow. “I’ll be right back, baby.” Theo was in the waiting area, phone pressed to his ear, speaking low and fast. He gave me a quick nod but didn’t stop talking. Ryan stood at the en
Lily Thompson The farmhouse was swarming with police. Flashlights cut through every corner, radios buzzed, men shouted orders. But all I could do was hold Isabella against me and keep my eyes on the boy in the corner. He looked so small. Too small for his age. His eyes were tired, but they never left Ryan. Ryan hadn’t moved since he saw him. He stood frozen, fists clenched, chest rising and falling like he had run a mile. His face was pale, his eyes wide. Theo knelt beside me, helping untie Isabella’s wrists. His voice was calm, steady, everything I wasn’t. “She’s safe now. You’re safe.” Isabella clung tighter. “Don’t let them take me again, Mommy.” I kissed her forehead, my tears dripping into her hair. “Never again, baby. Never.” The detective shouted from the hall. “He’s not here. Ochoa slipped out before we arrived.” My head jerked up. “What?” “He must have had someone tip him off,” the detective said, grim. “But we’ve got his men. We’ll squeeze them until they
Lily Thompson The ride to the farmhouse was silent. Police cars led the way, their lights off, engines low. Theo sat beside me in the back seat, his laptop bag still on his lap like he couldn’t put it down. Ryan sat in the front with the detective, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the dark road ahead. My hands gripped Isabella’s blanket so hard I thought I might tear it. My stomach twisted with every mile. I knew this place. I had been here before. The thought of Isabella trapped inside it made bile rise in my throat. When the cars finally slowed, my breath caught. There it was. The farmhouse. The paint was peeling. The windows were dark. The gate sagged on rusted hinges. It looked exactly the way I remembered from my childhood, only worse. Cold. Wrong. The officers spread out fast, moving into position. Guns raised, radios whispering. Theo turned to me. “Stay back when they go in. Please.” I nodded, but inside I knew nothing would keep me back if I heard her







