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Chapter Eighteen
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2024-09-17 00:01:52Daniel's POV
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. My head throbbed from last night’s drinks, but it wasn’t the hangover that had me feeling uneasy. It was the fact that I’d completely forgotten to pick up the designer shoes Venessa had asked for. My eyes drifted over to her sleeping form beside me, her back turned toward me.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. Venessa had been talking about those shoes for weeks, reminding me at every possible opportunity. And yet, here I was, waking up next to her with empty hands. I knew I was in for it.I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I needed to fix this before she woke up and realized. Maybe I could get them first thing Monday morning, or maybe I could find a way to make it up to her right now.Carefully, I slid out of bed and made my way around to her side. She was still asleep, her hair fanned out over the pillow. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. "V
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Tasha's POV I rushed out of the elevator, headed for the door Just when I opened the door, my eyes met Ethan playing with his toys, I dropped to my knees and pulled Ethan into my arms, holding him tight as relief washed over me. "Ethan, you scared me so much," I said, my voice trembling. "Where did you go? I was so worried." "I'm sorry, Mommy," he murmured into my shoulder. "I got lost. I know I should have stayed put, but the man on the upper floor brought me home." He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his eyes wide and earnest. "He'll be my new friend." I felt a mix of emotions relief, frustration, and a twinge of curiosity. "What man, sweetheart?" I asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "The man on the up floor," Ethan repeated. "He found me and helped me get back here." My heart skipped a beat. Who was this man? And why was he helping Ethan? I hadn't seen anyone in the hallway when I rushed out, but then again, I was too panicked to notice muc
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"Ethan?" I called out, trying to keep my voice calm despite the sudden rush of panic. "Who are you talking to, sweetheart?" He glanced up at me, a little guilty smile creeping onto his face. "Oh, hi, Mum," he said cheerfully. "I'm talking to my new friend." "Your new friend?" I repeated, confused. "Ethan, who gave you the phone?" He pointed toward the coffee table where the phone had been resting. "The man from upstairs told me to call him if you weren't back. So I did." I walked over quickly, gently taking the phone from his hand. "Ethan, you shouldn't be using the phone without asking me first," I said softly, not wanting to scare him but needing him to understand. "It's important to let Mommy know before you call anyone, okay?" "Okay, Mum," he replied, looking down at his feet. "I just wanted to say hi." I put the phone to my ear, wondering who exactly was on the other end. "Hello? This is Ethan's mother," I said cautiously, not sure what to expect. But the call had a
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Just as Tasha was about to answer Robbin’s question, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, his face immediately growing serious. “I have to take this,” he muttered, stepping away for some privacy. Tasha exhaled slowly, grateful for the temporary reprieve. Her mind raced as she watched Robbin disappear into the room, his voice low as he answered the call. She hadn’t been ready to talk about Daniel. Five years of running, hiding, and keeping secrets couldn’t just unravel in a single conversation, especially not now, with Robbin. Moments later, Robbin returned, his expression unreadable. He tucked his phone into his pocket, glancing at her with a mix of concern and something else she couldn’t quite place. “I have to step out for a bit,” he said, his tone clipped. “Something came up.” Tasha frowned. “Is everything okay?” Robbin nodded, but his eyes betrayed him. “Yeah, just... business. I’ll be back soon.” He walked to the living room, leaned down to give Ethan a quick pat
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Stanley. The man who had been Daniel’s best friend. The man she had last spoken to five years ago, the night before she left without a word. Tasha’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she froze, her gaze locking with Stanley’s as he casually entered the room, his presence effortlessly commanding attention. He looked just the same, with that same air of confidence. Robbin, standing by the back of the room, immediately picked up on Tasha’s sudden hesitation. He discreetly edged closer, ready to step in if needed, but Tasha took a breath, steeling herself. She had to keep going. This was too important to let the past derail her. Stanley found a seat midway through the room, his eyes never leaving her. The last conversation they’d had echoed in Tasha’s mind, his worried voice asking her what was wrong, his confusion when she’d avoided telling him the truth about Daniel, and the guilt she carried for leaving behind without explanation. But now, in the middle of this impor
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He hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and her command. “Ma’am, please—” “I’ll be fine,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “No one follows me.” The guard clenched his jaw, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “Be careful,” he muttered, watching as she slipped through the gate and disappeared into the early morning haze. The air outside was crisp, almost biting, but Tasha barely felt it. She pulled the hoodie over her head, tucking her hair inside as she walked briskly down the street. Every step echoed in her ears, mingling with the rapid beat of her heart. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. A message flashed across the screen. I knew you’d come around. Meet me behind the café, down to the stream. Tasha scoffed softly, shaking her head. She glanced at the time 5:20 AM. Time was slipping fast. Without thinking too much, she opened her messages and typed quickly to Daniel. Meet me behind the café, down to the str
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Tasha wiped at her damp cheeks, her body trembling from the emotional weight pressing down on her. The memories were still disjointed, flickering in and out like a broken film reel, but they were there. She could feel them clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. She sniffled and reached for her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen. Her first instinct was to call Daniel, to hear his voice, to confirm what she had just remembered. But as her thumb hovered over his contact, she hesitated. A call felt too much right now. Too raw. Too personal. Instead, she swiped over to her messages, her mind racing with the right words to say. Her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears as she typed out the message: Let’s meet. I want to know, and give you what you truly want. Maybe then, I can even get my full memories back. Her thumb hovered over the send button. She bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. Was this the right thing to do?
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Robbin leaned in gently, his lips brushing Tasha’s forehead with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. It was a simple gesture, but it carried unspoken words, emotions layered beneath years of complicated history. “Goodnight, Tasha,” he whispered softly against her skin, lingering for just a heartbeat before stepping back and walking toward the guest room. Tasha stood there for a moment, rooted in place. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch lingering even after he’d left. But beneath that warmth, there was a faint unease, a hollow echo in her chest that she couldn’t explain. Later that night, the apartment was cloaked in silence. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, punctuated occasionally by the faint creaks of the old floorboards settling. Tasha drifted into a restless sleep, the exhaustion finally pulling her under. But sleep did not bring peace. Tasha found herself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room dimly lit, shadows clinging to
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Tasha leaned against the wall in the quiet hallway, her arms loosely crossed over her chest. The soft glow from Ethan’s nightlight spilled faintly into the corridor, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the lingering questions in her heart. Robbin stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. "Umm, Robbin…" she began hesitantly, her voice low but carrying the weight of her thoughts. "The last time… I didn’t mean to pry, but in London, you said you were in Paris for… umm, family." She paused, frowning slightly as she searched the corners of her hazy memory. "But you’ve never mentioned anything about family before. Besides Aunt Linda." Robbin’s casual demeanor shifted subtly. His smile faded, replaced by something guarded. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "It wasn’t family," he finally admitted, his voice quieter than before. Tasha’s brows knit together. "Then who?" Robbin exhaled sharply,
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Robbin had just stepped out of Ethan’s room, rubbing the back of his neck, exhaustion etched into his features. He’d been pacing around, worried when Tasha had been gone longer than expected. The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above. As he turned the corner, he froze. There was Tasha standing with Daniel, both of them visibly shaken, Daniel’s hand still resting protectively on Tasha’s arm. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and Daniel’s jaw was clenched tight, his body tense as if ready for a fight. Confusion flashed across Robbin’s face, his brows knitting together as he rushed toward them. His eyes darted from Tasha’s trembling form to Daniel’s hardened expression. “Tasha, are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern, his gaze searching hers for answers. Before Tasha could even find her voice, Daniel spoke, his tone sharp and edged with frustration. “It’s Vanessa. She showed up.” Robbin’s eyes darkened instantly,
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Daniel remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding like a drum. Tasha’s words lingered in the air, soft but heavy, like a thread pulling at memories he couldn’t suppress. “Thank you, Daniel.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ignite a flicker of hope in the wreckage of his heart. Finally, he stood, brushing his palms over his jeans as if trying to steady himself. He quietly made his way back into Ethan’s room, the soft beep of the monitors the only sound filling the space. Robbin was seated by Ethan’s bedside, flipping through a magazine, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the pages. Daniel’s gaze softened when it landed on Ethan, who was still fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily. Daniel crouched beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing through his son’s hair. Leaning in, he whispered softly, “Hey, buddy. I’ll be back soon, okay? Daddy’s just stepping out for a little bit. You’re doing great, champ.” Ethan stirred slightly, his sleepy eyes
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Daniel’s head was resting heavily on the steering wheel, his fingers gripping it tightly as if it was the only thing anchoring him. His heart pounded, not from the drive, but from the ache of being close to Tasha without truly having her. The weight of everything unsaid sat like a stone on his chest. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to breathe through the tightness when suddenly 'click' the door opened again. His head shot up in surprise. Tasha stood there, slightly breathless, her fingers clutching the strap of Ethan’s bag. Her face was tense, her brows furrowed like she was fighting an invisible battle within herself. “Daniel…” Her voice was soft but shaky, like it was stitched together with fragile threads. “That scar.” She hesitated, licking her lips nervously. “I remember… something. But I’m not sure.” Daniel’s heart skipped. His pulse quickened. “What do you remember?” he asked, his voice low, filled with both hope and fear. Tasha slid into the passeng
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Tasha gently brushed her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her heart finally beginning to steady as he drifted off to sleep. His breathing was soft, peaceful now, but the memory of his frail body and burning fever still haunted her. She leaned down, placing a tender kiss on his forehead before standing up and quietly stepping out of the room. Robbin was waiting just outside, his back against the wall, arms crossed. His face softened as she approached, exhaustion etched in every line. “I need to get home and pack some things for Ethan,” Tasha whispered, glancing back through the small window to ensure Ethan was still resting peacefully. “His pajamas, some books… maybe his favorite blanket.” Robbin nodded, pushing off the wall. “I’ll come with you.” He patted his pockets, then frowned slightly. “I… didn’t bring my car. Everything happened so fast, I just rushed over here.”
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“How long has he been inside?” Daniel asked urgently, his breath coming fast. “Since last night,” Tasha whispered, her voice trembling. “He hasn’t come out… he said goodnight to me, since then he’s not responding.” Daniel didn’t waste another second. He stepped forward, pounding his fists against the door. “Ethan! Buddy, it’s Dad. Please open the door!” Silence. His heart sank. Without hesitation, Daniel stepped back, his jaw clenched. “I’m breaking the door down.” Tasha nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Ethan,” Daniel shouted again, his voice cracking with emotion, “move away from the door if you can, buddy. Please.” No response. Daniel braced himself and threw his shoulder against the door, again and again, until finally, with a loud crack, the lock gave
