Alice's hands wouldn't stop shaking. She sat in the lobby of the Ritz Hotel, a blanket draped over her shoulders, staring blankly at the ornate carpet. The events of the past hour played on repeat in her mind, each recollection making her feel sick to her stomach.Mr. Jenkins' forceful grip on her arm,he had tried to force himself on her with the collaboration of the hotel staffs. The panic as she realized his men were trying to force her into the elevator. The relief when the young man - Maxwell, she now knew - had stepped in."Miss? Miss, are you alright?"Alice looked up to see a concerned police officer standing in front of her. She blinked, trying to focus."I... I think so," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.The officer nodded sympathetically. "I know this is difficult, but we need to take your statement. Are you feeling up to answering some questions?"Alice nodded slowly. As she recounted the events of the evening, her voice grew stronger. She described how
Alice stared at the "Closed" sign hanging on the hotel's grand entrance, her heart sinking. It had been three days since the incident with Mr. Jenkins, and the Ritz Hotel remained shuttered. She clutched Charlie closer to her chest, feeling lost."What are we going to do now, sweetie?" she whispered to her son, who babbled happily, oblivious to his mother's worries.As if on cue, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Max: "Hope you're doing okay. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call."Alice felt a mix of gratitude and unease. Max had been nothing but kind and supportive, but his power and influence scared her a little. Could she really trust someone she barely knew?She was pulled from her thoughts by another buzz. This time, it was Emma."Hey sis, saw the news. Are you okay? Do you need me to watch Charlie while you job hunt?"Alice sighed, grateful for her sister's support,she really need another job as she cannot shake off the feeling of shame and guilt and how she wo
Alice stood in front of her closet, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. She had agreed to have dinner with Max tonight, and now she was second-guessing everything. What should she wear? Was this even a good idea?"Mama!" Charlie's voice called from the living room, where Emma was watching him.Alice sighed, pushing her worries aside for a moment. She walked out to find Charlie grinning up at her, a toy car clutched in his chubby hand."Hey, sweetie," Alice said, kneeling down to kiss his forehead. "Are you being good for Aunt Emma?"Emma laughed from her spot on the couch. "He's an angel, as always. Now, are you going to tell me why you're so nervous about this dinner?"Alice bit her lip, sitting down next to her sister. "I don't know, Em. Max is... he's been so kind, so helpful. But I barely know him. And with everything that's happened..."Emma nodded understandingly. "You're worried about getting hurt again.""It's not just that," Alice said, watching Charlie play. "It's Char
It's a sunny Saturday morning. Alice sat on a bench, her eyes scanning the area nervously. Charlie played happily at her feet, babbling to his stuffed elephant. Today was the day Carson would see Charlie again, and Alice's stomach was in knots."It's going to be okay," she whispered to herself, as much for her own reassurance as for Charlie's.She spotted Carson before he saw them. He was walking briskly, his face a mix of excitement and apprehension. When his eyes landed on Charlie, his whole face lit up."Alice," he said as he approached, his voice soft. "Thank you for this."Alice nodded, managing a small smile. "Carson. It's... it's good to see you."Carson knelt down to Charlie's level, his eyes shining. "Hey, buddy. Remember me?"To Alice's surprise, Charlie looked up at Carson and grinned. "Da-da!" he exclaimed, reaching out his little arms.Carson's eyes filled with tears as he carried Charlie up. "That's right, Charlie. I'm your dad. I've missed you so much."Alice felt her o
Alice woke up to Charlie's soft cries. She quickly got out of bed and picked up her baby boy from his crib. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie," she whispered, rocking him gently.As she changed Charlie's diaper and got him ready for the day, Alice couldn't shake off the worry that had settled in her chest. The threatening text from last night kept playing in her mind.She looked at Charlie, now happily babbling in his high chair as she prepared his bottle. He was so small, so innocent. At just eight months old, he had no idea of the fears that kept his mother up at night.Alice's phone buzzed. Her heart raced, thinking it might be another threat. But it was just Max."Good morning. Hope you and Charlie had a good night. See you at work?"Alice smiled, feeling some of her worry ease. She quickly texted back a "Yes, see you soon" before finishing Charlie's morning routine.At the daycare, Alice hugged Charlie extra tight before handing him over to Miss Laura. "Please," Alice said, her voice shak
Alice woke up with a start, her heart racing. It took her a moment to remember where she was - in Max's guest room. She looked over at Charlie, still sleeping peacefully in his portable crib, and felt a wave of relief wash over her.As she got Charlie ready for the day, Alice couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. The photo Margaret had sent kept flashing in her mind, making her hold Charlie a little tighter than usual."We're going to be okay, sweetie," she whispered to Charlie as she strapped him into his car seat. "Mommy's going to keep you safe."At work, Alice found it hard to concentrate. She kept checking her phone, half expecting another threatening message from Margaret. Max noticed her distraction during their morning meeting."Alice," he said gently as the others filed out of the room, "are you sure you're okay? You seem really worried."Alice sighed, frowning her face. "I'm just scared, Max. What if Margaret tries something? What if she tries
she stood in her doorway, Margaret on one side and Max approaching from the other. Charlie's cries from inside the apartment grew louder, adding to the tension."Alice?" Max called again, concern clear in his voice. "What's going on?"Before Alice could respond, Margaret stepped forward, a cold smile on her face. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just here to have a little chat with Alice about her son. Our son, I should say."Max reached them, his eyes darting between Alice and Margaret. "Who are you?" he asked Margaret, moving protectively closer to Alice."I'm Margaret," she said sweetly. "Carson's fiancée. Or I was, until Alice here stole him away."Alice felt her temper flare. "I didn't steal anyone, Margaret. You need to leave, now."Just then, Alice's phone buzzed. It was Carson. "Don't answer that," Margaret said sharply. "We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, would we?"Max looked confused and worried. "Alice, what's she talking about? What's going on?"Alice felt torn. She needed to
In the days following Margaret's confrontation, Alice felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The constant fear that had been her companion for weeks was finally gone. As she watched Charlie play on his baby mat, giggling at the colorful toys dangling above him, she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in a long time.A knock at the door made her look up. It was Carson, right on time for his daily visit. Ever since the incident with Margaret, he had been coming by every day, sometimes just for a few minutes, other times staying for hours."Hey," he said softly as she let him in. His eyes immediately went to Charlie, a smile spreading across his face. "How's our little guy doing today?"Alice felt a warmth in her chest at his words. Our little guy. It felt right somehow. "He's great. Just had his afternoon nap, so he's full of energy."Carson knelt down next to Charlie, who immediately reached for him with chubby hands. "Hey buddy," Carson cooed, picking him up. "Did you miss yo