LOGINAnnette checked her watch nervously, her things packed and ready by the door. She looked out the window, scouring the street for any sign of Jane's arrival. The minutes passed by, and her uneasiness rose with each passing second. She took a long breath, attempting to calm her beating heart because if Jane didn't arrive soon, she was going to be late, and she wasn't in the mood to argue with Mr McKenney.
A few minutes later a familiar figure dashed around the corner, waving when she saw Annette through the window, causing Annette's face to light up with relief as she ran to the door and flung it open just as Jane arrived at the front steps."Jane, you're late!" Annette exclaimed as she drew Jane into a tight hug."I'm sorry I was held back at work," Jane said with a smile, warmly reciprocating the hug. "I would've been there longer, but George said he'd cover for me so I could see you off.""I love that man," Annette murmured, taking a step back and smiling from ear to ear."He is God's gift to earth," Jane added, taking one of Annette's bags in her hand to assist her in carrying it to the car."I can't believe it's actually happening. I'm actually leaving for Greece with my boss to be his escort."Jane extended her hand and gripped Annette's. "I don't know what to say to make you feel less nervous, but it's going to be okay.""Even if I'm nervous, it's not like I have a choice on if I want to go or not," Annette replied, a disappointed sigh leaving her lips."I know he's a gentleman to some extent, but if he tries anything, you can always kick him in the balls and give me a call so I can get you a ticket to come back," Jane said, her wicked glint dancing in her eyes."You're crazy," Annette chuckled at Jane's suggestion"You love me regardless.""Of course I do, and I can't thank you enough for looking after Cassie:"It's not a problem; I adore that kid and would go to great lengths for the two of you," Jane remarked, a tiny smile on her lips.Annette, overcome with emotion, smiled and said, "I'm going to miss you guys."Jane squeezed Annette's hand again, soothing her. "And I'll miss you as well, so remember to text us every day and bring back some souvenirs.""I will," Annette murmured gently as she pulled Jane in for another hug. After a few seconds, they moved away from each other, and Jane stepped out of the home, luggage in hand, saying, "Let's get you in that car, we don't want you to miss your flight." Annette laughed, her tension easing a bit.Together, they carried the bags to the waiting car outside. As they loaded the luggage into the trunk,Annette turned to Jane one last time."Thank you for being here, Jane. I couldn't have asked for a better friend."Jane smiled warmly. "Safe travels, Annette. And despite the circumstances, I want you to enjoy yourself.""I will try." Annette said as she gave Jane one final hug and a misty-eyed goodbye, Annette climbed into the car. As it pulled away from the curb, she looked back one more time to see Jane waving, a bittersweet smile on her face. As the cityscape faded in the distance, Annette felt a surge of anticipation and uneasiness for the trip she was going on with Mr McKenney.Annette's heart raced as she stepped out of the car and entered the busy airport. She looked around nervously, looking for Mr. McKenney, but the driver informed her that they weren't flying business class, so he led her to the airport's first class section.Annette forced a smile as they approached Mr McKenney, who was standing near the gate with a bunch of flowers in hand."Goldielocks!" As he approached her with a huge smile on his face, Mr. McKenney's voice carried over the gathering. He extended the bouquet, and she gratefully received it, the tightness in her shoulders increasing with each passing minute she was close to him."Thank you very much, Mr. McKenney. "It's great to see you," she murmured, her voice tinged with eagerness and trepidation.He leaned in and kissed Annette on the cheek, which stunned her at first, but she didn't pull away. After all, it was part of the arrangement. "Please call me Hudson. I'm pleased that you arrived on time."Annette's heart rate increased again as they approached the gate. She'd never liked flying, and this trip was no exception. She considered whether or not to share her fear with Hudson.He seemed to perceive her anxiety at that precise moment. "Is everything alright, Annette?"She paused for a beat before summoning the strength to speak. "I actually have a fear of flying, Hudson. I'm a little worried about the flight."Hudson's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "Don't worry, Annette. I've got you covered. Flying can be intimidating, but I promise it's not as bad as it seems."As they settled into their seats on the plane, Hudson continued to talk to her, distracting her from the anxiety creeping in which made her quite anxious. Why was he being so nice to her? Annette thought as she continued to listen to him. He shared funny anecdotes, talked about their destination, and even cracked a few light-hearted jokes. Annette found herself laughing, her fear slowly dissipating with each passing minute.As the plane taxied down the runway, Annette's grip on the armrest tightened, and Hudson reached over to hold her hand. "Hey, look out the window. See those fluffy clouds? They're like a cosy blanket for the sky."Annette peeked out and managed a small smile. "That's a nice way to think about it."Before she knew it, the plane had levelled off, and the captain announced they were cruising at their flight level. Annette turned to Hudson, surprise in her eyes. "I... I actually feel better. Thank you for distracting me."Hudson squeezed her hand and said, "You did great, Annette."Mariah pushed open the office door and paused just inside, letting the heavy air settle over her. The sunlight poured in at a sharp angle, golden stripes cutting across the polished floor. It was barely 9:15 a.m. on a Wednesday, the city just waking outside. She didn’t stride straight to his desk. No. That would be obvious. Instead, her gaze slid over Hudson, the tense set of his shoulders, the fingers tapping on the documents, the faint crease between his brows. She lingered, savoring the quiet authority he radiated, before dropping her bag by the chair in the corner with a soft thud.“Morning, sir,” she said casually, sliding into the chair without waiting for permission. Her legs crossed slowly, the skirt riding subtly higher than usual, just enough to draw attention. “I brought the reports you requested, Q1 projections, market trends, and the European data flagged last week.”Hudson’s eyes flicked to her once, then back to the documents. “Good,” he muttered, clipped, unyielding.M
Annette’s suitcase clattered onto the terminal floor with a hollow thud, the sound echoing in the cavernous space as she exhaled for the first time since the plane had touched down. Her body still felt tethered to Athens, the warmth of the sun, the smells of the city, the memory of Sam’s apartment, and yet, here she was, back in New York. Her chest tightened with a mixture of relief, dread, and exhaustion. She’d flown halfway across the world to escape, only to return carrying the heaviest weight of all: the life growing quietly beneath her ribs.The moment she stepped out of the sliding doors into the late afternoon glare, she spotted Jane immediately. Her best friend’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed from running through the terminal, hair escaping in loose tendrils from the scarf wound haphazardly around her neck. Jane had that combination of shock and delight that made Annette’s heart ache a little, seeing someone care so much was comforting and painful all at once.“Annette!”
Annette hadn’t planned to stay in Athens this long. It had started as a brief escape, a few days to think and breathe, and somehow it had stretched into weeks. She no longer counted the days. Time moved differently here, slower, heavier, like the snow pressing against the windows had frozen her will to leave.She’d told herself it was just a break. Just until she could sort through her tangled thoughts. Yet, in the quiet of Sam’s apartment, sharing laughter and quiet domesticity, she’d allowed herself to feel. To let him in. And she had.They’d shared dinners at little cafés tucked in Plaka, wandered through streets thick with history and lights, stolen small moments of intimacy in doorways and rooftops. Sam’s laughter had become a balm, his presence a sanctuary. And each time, she had felt a little less guarded, a little more herself.But the night before had broken something she couldn’t patch.They’d been on the rooftop, city lights twinkling beneath them, music humming in the back
“Didn’t you say you’d marry the guy who baked you that cake?”Annette looked up from the bowl she was stirring, a brow arching suspiciously. Then she recalled.“That was a drunken exaggeration.”Sam leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, a smug glint in his eyes. “You said, and I quote, ‘I love you, Cake Man. I’ll marry you so I can eat this forever.’”She blinked at him.He grinned. “And guess who baked it?”Her eyes narrowed. “No. That was your grandfather’s recipe.”“And I’m his grandson. Legacy flows through these blessed hands.” He held up his palms with mock reverence.She tried not to laugh. Failed. “You’re so full of it.”“You’re in my kitchen, in my shirt,” Sam said, leaning against the counter with a smirk.Annette glanced down at herself—his oversized shirt dusted with flour. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes for their baking date, and somehow, borrowing his had felt… easy. Natural.They’d had a few of these cozy moments over the past week, low-pressure, oddly domes
2pm, New York.The city outside Hudson’s office window stretched like an ocean of glass and light, Skyscrapers blinked silently, each window a tiny screen showing a life that was different and wasn't his. He sat behind his desk, unmoving, the room was too still, too sterile. A half cup of Irish coffee sat beside him, gone lukewarm.His phone was in his palm, screen lighting with a photo that seemed to mock him. It was from weeks ago. A picture of Annette in winter light, bundled in a cream shawl, hair tucked behind one ear, smiling at something off-camera. She looked peaceful. Unaware. Safe. It had been taken a week before the mall attack that triggered her memory recovery.Back when he could pretend he was worthy of her.He stared at the image, his thumb hovering over her name. Her contact was still saved as "My Annette".But she wasn’t. Not anymore.He’d heard she left the country. Greece. With Sam. That part hurt in places he hadn’t known still existed.He had no right to reach out
The wind outside whispered through the lodge’s shutters, brushing snowflakes against the window panes like tiny fingers asking to be let in. Annette sat on the edge of her bed in her hotel lodge. It was 9: pm, the golden light of the antique lamp beside her made everything feel a little softer, like the world was holding its breath with her. Just as she was about to switch off her bedside lamb, her screen lit up with a video call from Jane. She hesitated for a beat, wondering what time it was in New York. 2pm. She swiped to accept. The screen came alive instantly with a chorus of overlapping voices. "ANNETTE!" "There she is!" "Took you long enough, stranger." Jane’s familiar grin beamed at her. George waved from behind, half-visible, tapping on a keyboard. Cassie popped her head into the frame with wide, sparkly eyes and a fancy bonny headband. “Okay, we’re all here," Jane said, crossing her arms dramatically. "You owe us a full update. And don’t you dare hang up in twenty m







