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Chapter One-Hundred-Tweenty Six
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2025-01-16 23:50:05Daniel reached for Tasha’s hand, his touch light but firm. “You need to rest, Tasha. Go home, check on Ethan, and get some sleep.”
She frowned, shaking her head. “I’m fine here, Daniel. I don’t want to leave you alone.” “You’re exhausted,” he said, his voice gentle but resolute. “You’ve been running on fumes since yesterday. Ethan needs you at your best, and so do I.” Tasha hesitated, her worry etched into her features. “I’ll only be gone a little while,” she said, trying to reassure herself more than him. Daniel smiled faintly. “That’s all I’m asking. Besides, you don’t want Ethan to think something’s wrong. He’s already been through enough.” She bit her lip, reluctant but knowing he was right. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But I’ll come back first thing in the morning.” “Deal,” Daniel said, squeez
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Tasha’s gaze remained locked on the shattered window, her grip tightening around Ethan. She swallowed hard, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. “Someone just threw something through the window.” Tasha’s heart raced as she slowly approached the broken window, clutching Ethan close to her side. She scanned the darkness outside, her breath shallow, her grip on the phone tightening. “Are you okay? Is Ethan hurt?” Daniel’s voice was urgent on the line. “We’re fine,” Tasha whispered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make out any movement beyond the jagged glass. “But I don’t see anyone out there. It’s too dark.” Ethan buried his face in her side, trembling. “Mom, what’s happening?” Tasha crouched down, cupping his face gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re safe. I promise.” She turned her attention back to the phone. “Daniel, what should I do?” “Lock the doors and windows. Stay away from t
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That Night After the police left, Mike remained vigilant, pacing around the living room as Tasha tidied up the shards of broken glass. She couldn't sit still, the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?” Mike suggested as he checked the locks on the doors and windows for the third time. “I can’t,” Tasha replied, shaking her head. She glanced at Ethan, who was still asleep on the couch, clutching his toy car. “What if they come back?” “They won’t,” Mike assured her. “Not with the police already involved. I’ll keep watch, I promise.” Tasha nodded but didn’t move. Instead, she busied herself making tea in the kitchen, her hands trembling slightly as she poured the water. She brought two mugs into the living room and handed one to Mike. “Thanks,” he said, sitting down across from her. For a
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Her voice rose slightly, her emotions spilling over. “And his father? You’re saying I should turn my back on the father of my son?” Robbin ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching before he spoke. “This isn’t about loyalty or gratitude, Tasha. It’s about making sure you and Ethan don’t get hurt. Don’t you see how dangerous this has become?” Tasha’s shoulders stiffened, her resolve clear. “I see it, Robbin. But I also see the lengths Daniel has gone to protect me and I won’t abandon him now.” Robbin released a heavy sigh, his frustration melting into something softer. “I just... I want you both to be okay. Ethan, he’s like a son to me. And you, Tasha... I care about you more than you know.” Her expression softened slightly, but she didn’t waver. “I know, Robbin. And I care about you too. But I have to do what I believe is right.”
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The night had grown quiet, and Tasha finally allowed herself to relax, her eyes growing heavy as she sat on the couch. She wasn’t sure how long she’d drifted off before a faint hissing sound woke her. Her brows furrowed as she sniffed the air, an odd chemical scent wafting through the room. It was subtle at first, but as she stood, it grew stronger. Panic gripped her chest. She hurried toward the kitchen and froze. The faint hissing noise was louder now, coming from the stove. She saw the knob slightly turned. Someone had tampered with it. Her hands trembled as she turned the knob to the “off” position, but the gas smell lingered. Not wanting to take any chances, she quickly grabbed Ethan from his room, wrapping him in a blanket. He stirred but didn’t fully wake. With her phone in hand, she rushed outside and dialed Greg, the head of her security team. “Greg,” she said, her voice shaky, “I think there’s
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Tasha had finally drifted off to sleep, her arm protectively wrapped around Ethan. The little boy snuggled against her, his steady breathing offering her a fragile sense of comfort. For the first time in days, her racing thoughts had quieted, allowing her a few hours of peace. Daniel arrived just as the first rays of sunlight began streaming through the window. He paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of them sleeping. It was a rare, tender moment, one he didn’t want to disturb. Quietly, he approached the bed. Tasha’s hair was slightly tousled, a stray lock falling across her face. Daniel reached out and gently moved it aside. As his fingers brushed her skin, she stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. “Shhh,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “Good morning.” She blinked up at him, her groggy expression quickly giving way to a sm
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Daniel studied her carefully. “I... I don’t believe that.” Tasha shook her head, her expression firm. “No, I don’t. It’s too convenient. Vanessa doesn’t just vanish without a reason or without a plan. I can feel it she’s still out there, waiting for the right moment.” Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That’s a possibility we can’t ignore. But if she’s laying low, it might mean she’s planning something dangerous. We have to stay vigilant.” Tasha nodded. “I won’t let her catch us off guard again.” Ethan, still happily eating his pancakes, looked up at his parents with a curious smile. “Mom, Dad, are you talking about the bad guys again?” Daniel forced a reassuring smile. “Nothing you need to worry about, buddy. Just grown up stuff.” Ethan shrugged and went back to his breakfast, blissful
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Tasha’s grip on her phone tightened as Vanessa’s words echoed in her ears. “I’m outside. Don’t keep me waiting.” Her breath came in short gasps, but she forced herself to stay calm. She turned back, scanning the aisles for Mike, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Mike?” she called out sharply, but there was no response. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she knew she didn’t have time to lose. Her fingers trembled as she quickly dialed Daniel’s number. Daniel answered almost immediately, his voice laced with concern. “Tasha? What’s wrong?” “It’s Vanessa,” she whispered, stepping out of the toy store and onto the busy mall walkway. “She has Ethan.” “What?” Daniel’s voice rose in alarm. “Where are you? Where’s Mike?” “I don’t know,
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The car skidded to a halt, smoke rising from the hood. For a moment, there was only silence, the world eerily still. Tasha’s head spun. She tried to focus, but everything was blurred around her. Ethan’s small, trembling hand was still in hers, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Darkness threatened to take over her senses as her body felt weightless, and her mind began to slip away. “Mom? Mom?” Ethan’s voice, faint but full of panic, echoed in the distance. But it was fading, the edges of his voice muffled as everything slipped into blackness. The sterile white lights were too bright, the machines too loud. The sound of beeping filled Tasha’s ears, the rhythm a constant reminder that she was still here, still alive. But she wasn’t truly awake. Not yet.
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Tasha sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes unfocused, staring at the walls of their living room as if willing time to move faster, to hurry through this painful stretch of silence. The whole day had passed in a blur, Robbin had given her the space she needed, but it didn’t change the fact that her heart was heavy, weighed down by the quiet storm brewing in her home. Ethan hadn’t come out of his room since their conversation. She couldn’t blame him, but it didn’t make the ache any easier to bear. The clock on the wall ticked away relentlessly, the sound sharp in the quiet house, reminding her of just how much time had passed since Ethan had stormed off. She couldn’t imagine what he was feeling right now, he had always been so full of life, so full of questions, yet now he was silent. The silence was suffocating. Tasha’s gaze moved from the clock to the door leading to the hallway, her thoughts clouded with worry. She knew it wasn’t easy for Ethan. She knew he was hurting. But wha
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Tasha sat in the living room, her heart pounding in her chest. It had been a long time coming this conversation, this moment. She had been avoiding it, hoping it would somehow sort itself out, but she knew deep down that it couldn’t be avoided forever. Robbin and she had been together for a while now, and their relationship was moving forward. It was time to let Ethan know. She glanced toward the kitchen where Robbin was cleaning up, his movements calm and steady, like he was already mentally preparing himself for what was coming. He had been so patient, so understanding with her and Ethan. But even he couldn’t help her avoid the inevitable. Ethan had to know. Tasha’s heart ached at the thought of her son’s reaction. She had already seen the worry and confusion in his eyes in recent weeks. He had been asking questions, small ones at first. The thought of seeing the sadness and confusion in Ethan’s face broke her every time. But she knew t
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The next morning arrived in a blur for Daniel. He barely remembered falling asleep, but when his eyes opened, the harsh light of day pierced through his apartment. The room was a mess, a reflection of his state of mind. Empty bottles, a broken glass on the floor, and remnants of the night before scattered around him like the fallout of a battle he didn’t want to fight. He dragged himself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion, both physical and emotional, pressing down on him. But sleep hadn’t given him respite. It had only brought him restless dreams of Tasha, her smile, her voice, her warmth only for them to dissolve into nothingness every time he reached out. He stumbled to the kitchen, the air thick with the smell of stale alcohol. He had no appetite, but he poured himself a cup of black coffee anyway, needing the bitter warmth to shake off the fog in his mind. As the liquid slid down his throat, he leaned against the counter, staring at nothing, his thought
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Daniel’s apartment was eerily quiet when he returned. The faint hum of the city outside, the low murmur of distant traffic, seemed to only emphasize the emptiness inside. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, instead letting the dim glow of the streetlights filter through the windows as he made his way to the kitchen. It was the same routine now coming back to this cold, lifeless space after a day full of fake smiles, forced interactions, and the constant undercurrent of pain that he couldn’t shake. He opened the cabinet, his hands moving almost automatically, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. It was the same bottle he’d been nursing for the last few weeks, ever since everything had spiraled out of control. He didn’t know why he kept drinking, it didn’t numb the pain; it didn’t make things better, but it was the only thing that seemed to dull the sharp edges of his thoughts, even if just for a little while. The glass was filled quickly, the amber liquid s
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Daniel had always been a man of control. From the moment he’d made the decision to step back from Tasha’s life after the accident, the fallout, the memories lost, he had tried to maintain his distance. He told himself it was for the best, for her sake, for Ethan’s. But nothing could have prepared him for the slow, torturous pain of watching from the sidelines as Tasha moved forward without him. And yet, there he was, still in Ethan’s life, still seeing his son, even if he no longer had a place beside Tasha. The gala had been on his mind for days. The invitation had come through Belvoir Couture, of course the company he was still very much involved with, even though his heart was no longer in the glamorous world of high fashion. It wasn’t his place, not anymore. Still, there were business matters to attend to. And so, there he was, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tuxedo. The reflection staring back at him was someone he barely recognized eyes tired, jaw clenched, the
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One evening, the soft hum of the city outside barely noticeable as Tasha stood by the window, looking out into the night. The past few weeks had felt like an emotional rollercoaster. The amnesia, the painful fractures in her relationships, the uncertainty that had filled her life. But standing here now, the air around her felt different less heavy, more certain. Her eyes drifted to Robbin, sitting at the small kitchen table. Ethan was in bed, and they were finally alone. The house, once too silent, now held a different kind of peace, a peace that Tasha hadn’t realized she longed for until this moment. Robbin had been there for her in ways she couldn’t have imagined. When she needed space, he gave it to her; when she needed support, he was always there, not demanding answers or explanations but offering comfort in silence. Robbin cleared his throat, breaking the stillness. “Tasha,” he began, his voice low, “I know this has been diff
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Daniel sat in his car outside the house, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He had promised he wouldn’t overstep. He had promised he would only come for Ethan. But damn it, walking away from Tasha like that, hearing her say she didn’t want him around, hurt more than he thought it would. He raked a hand through his hair, frustration and helplessness twisting inside him. How will she remember. She didn’t remember what they had built, what they had gone through, what they had recently meant to each other. And now, she didn’t even want to try. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, Stanley. With a heavy sigh, Daniel picked up. “How did it go?” St
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Tasha glanced at the clock again, tapping her fingers against her arm. They should be back by now. She paced slightly, trying to shake off the strange unease creeping in. Maybe traffic was bad. Maybe Ethan had asked Daniel to stop somewhere. She walked to the window, peering outside. Still nothing. With a sigh, she turned away, only for the sound of a car pulling into the driveway to grab her attention. She moved back toward the door just as it opened, and the first thing she heard was Ethan’s excited voice. “Mom! We got ice cream!” Tasha barely had time to react before Ethan ran up to her, his face bright with excitement. “It was soooo good! Dad let me pick any flavor I wanted, and I got chocolate and cookies and cream! And I added M&Ms, and whipped cream, and even caramel drizzle!” He bounced on his feet as she smoothed his curls, trying not to let her gaze drift to Daniel, who
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Tasha stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, her fingers hovering over the screen. Her heart raced, unsure of the words she had just typed. 'Let’s talk tomorrow' It was a simple message, but it carried so much weight, so many layers of emotions she couldn’t yet understand. She bit her lip, debating whether she should send it. What if it triggered something else or something she wasn’t ready to face? But then again, the words were already there. She couldn’t take them back, could she? A deep breath escaped her as she pressed her thumb on the screen and clicked send. The phone buzzed softly in her hand, the message now sent into the ether. She waited. For what? She wasn’t sure. A response, perhaps? Some kind of acknowledgment that she hadn’t completely lost herself or the person she used to be? Minutes passed. Nothing. Tasha let out a shaky breath and put the phone d
