Since I took a short leave. I figured it would be best that Hayden and I go out for some fresh air at the park. He seemed bored staying in side the house, so when I asked him if he wanted to go out, his eyes practically sparked with joy.We walked side by side along the park, with a small but noticeable distance between us. He didn’t say much. Actually, he hadn’t said anything aside from short replies since we left the house. I tried to start some conversation, but he would reply with lesser interest.“Do you want to sit for a bit?”“Okay.”Silence again.I tried not to show the sting on my face, but I felt it. I felt everything, and maybe that was the problem. I was hoping we’d been making progress. That the garden walk, the brief laughter, the almost-familiar smiles—maybe those meant something. But here we were again, back to the flat responses. I wanted to scream and cry and demand, Please, just remember me, but I swallowed it all like bitter tea.Patience Isabella, patience…We pa
The hallway outside Hayden’s room smelled faintly of disinfectant. It was quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of nurses and the distant beeping of machines. I stood just outside the door, my arms crossed in frustration. The doctor stood in front of me, his expression calm but serious. His white coat was slightly wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Still, his voice was steady as he explained everything to me.“What happened earlier,” he began, “was likely a neurological episode triggered by a surge of memory. When the brain starts to recover certain fragments of the past, it can become overwhelmed, especially in cases like his—where trauma is involved.”I nodded slowly, processing his words.“So, it means he’s starting to remember?” I asked quietly, afraid to hope too much.“Possibly,” the doctor replied. “But it’s not always linear. The brain doesn’t return memories like pages in a book. It’s more like scattered pieces of a puzzle. Sometimes, a sight or a sou
I stayed by Hayden’s side, sitting quietly in the hospital room with only the soft beeping of the monitor breaking the silence. The doctors said he was stable, but I didn’t want to leave. Not when there was a chance it could happen again.He looked peaceful in his sleep. His breathing was steady, his hands resting calmly over the blanket. After everything that happened in the park, I couldn’t bear the thought of not being here if he woke up confused or in pain.My phone suddenly buzzed.I picked my phone and it was Aiden.I stepped outside of the room for a second and answered quickly.“Hey,” he said right away. “Are you still at the hospital?”“Yeah. I’m staying the night.”“What happened? Why didn’t you come home with Hayden?” I could hear the worry in his voice. “Is he okay?”“He’s fine now,” I said gently. “He just… had a little episode earlier. The doctor said it might be from trying to remember things too fast. It triggered something.”Aiden was quiet for a moment before replyin
Hayden sat up slowly on the hospital bed, poking at the food on the tray with his spoon. His brows were drawn together, like he was forcing himself to eat.I sat nearby, eyes fixed on him.I couldn't help it. I just kept staring at him. Every small move he made, the way he picked up the spoon, how he avoided looking at me—I noticed it all. There was something comforting about just watching him, like if I looked away, I might miss something important. But I also knew I was making him uncomfortable.He soon shifted in his seat. His spoon wobbled slightly, and he paused mid-bite. His ears were turning red, and I saw him sneak a glance my way. I pretended not to notice, but I knew he caught me staring again.He coughed and finally turned to face me. "Is there something on my face?"I blinked, caught off guard. "What? No! Nothing at all."He stared for a second longer, then went back to poking at the food. The silence between us felt heavier now. I noticed he’d barely touched the meal."Is
I stood near the door, adjusting the strap of my bag as I glanced toward the couch where Hayden sat, still a little sleepy-eyed but clearly alert. Blake stood a few feet away, clutching the edge of the coffee table as he stared up at him with that spark of excitement only children could carry.I bet he’s excited because it’s been some time since they two played together. And since it’s holiday, I scheduled this day specifically for them to enjoy it together, "You should stay home today," I said gently, giving Hayden a soft smile. "I'll be at work and be back by evening."Hayden blinked at me, his brows rising slightly in surprise. "You're leaving me alone with him?" he asked, his voice teetering between amused and horrified as he gestured toward Blake.Blake beamed up at him. "Please, Uncle Hayden? We can play all day!"The look on Hayden's face was priceless. His eyes shifted back and forth between me and Blake like he was watching a tennis match. I stifled a laugh, watching the pan
The door slammed open with a loud bang as I rushed inside, heart pounding and panic boiling under my skin. I barely noticed I had kicked my heels off somewhere by the door. My bag hit the couch as I sprinted toward the living room, my breath caught in my chest.Because of the adrenaline I didn’t even notice how strange it was that the house was calm and quiet. Shouldn’t it be at least…well…chaotic?The moment I arrived at the living room, confusion immediately made it’s way to my face. Hayden was sitting on the couch, gently patting Blake's head. Blake was curled against his side, his small shoulders trembling despite the soft hush Hayden whispered above him. The sight froze me in place.Blake’s eyes were swollen, his cheeks full of dry tears. He looked like he’d cried himself raw."Hayden," I breathed out, my voice hoarse. "What happened?"He looked up slowly.And smiled.It wasn’t a warm smile, not the kind that softened his face and lit his eyes like before. No. This one sent a ch
The days that followed left a tight knot in my chest.Hayden was different.Not in the obvious, physical ways—not the kind of different that could be explained away by memory loss or his change in routine. It was something subtle, something deeper. A silence that stretched too long. A gaze that flickered away when mine searched his. A tone that felt rehearsed rather than real. And I noticed every bit of it.Lately, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, as if afraid that I might see something there—something he didn’t want me to know. Every time we talked, there was something careful in the way he replied. Like each word had been weighed and filtered. The easy conversations we used to have were gone, and it was slowly driving me insane.Blake didn’t say much either. I couldn’t tell if he noticed since kids are always keen with changes, or if Hayden had told him to keep quiet. The atmosphere at home shifted. Everything looked the same, but it felt completely different. Colder.One particular aftern
I woke up with a plan.This wasn’t something I was proud of. It felt like a betrayal in itself—snooping around, following someone you care about. But what choice did I have? The way Hayden had been acting lately left me no room for comfort. Something had shifted in him, and while I tried to ignore it, the unease inside me only grew stronger with every passing day.So, I took a day off. Told him I needed rest. He didn’t question it.Blake came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his uniform a little crumpled. I smiled and helped fix his collar before kissing his forehead. "Be good at school, alright?""Yes, Mama," he replied sleepily, climbing into the backseat of the car.I stood at the doorway and waved until the driver pulled away.Hayden stood in the living room, sipping coffee, dressed casually but neatly. "I’ll be heading out too," I told him, grabbing my purse and keys. "Need to check on a few errands."He gave a nod. "Alright. Be careful, okay?""I will. You too," I added, step
It was quiet, almost too quiet, when I finally found the courage to ask.I looked at Hayden, his face slightly turned away, as if avoiding what he knew was coming. My heart felt like it had been wrung out, twisted and bruised from the weight of everything I had learned, everything I had seen, and most of all, everything he had failed to say."Why did you lie to me?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.Hayden didn’t answer. Not immediately. His jaw tensed. His hands fidgeted at his sides. But his eyes, his eyes couldn’t meet mine.The silence between us wasn’t just silence. It was loud and deafening. It pierced through the walls I had tried to build for myself."Can you really not tell me?" I asked again, softer this time.He turned his head slowly, eyes finally meeting mine. There was pain in them. Pain and conflict. He hesitated, then shook his head.My heart sank, but I nodded. I tried to understand. He must have his reason for not telling me.I stepped forward and cupped his fac
I got home late that night. Way too late.The driveway was empty and quiet, and the porch light was the only thing still on. I stood outside for a moment, staring at the house. It looked the same as always, but I wasn’t. Not after what I saw, not after what I heard.I don’t want to be affected by what’s happening, but I am…and I don’t know how to stop this feeling coursing through my heart. Sigh.I opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The living room was dark, the silence stretching far too deep. I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. My legs moved on their own, carrying me upstairs. I just wanted to see Blake to calm myself down. I pushed open his door slowly trying not make any noise as possible. He was curled up beneath his blankets, his tiny fists tucked under his cheek as his chest rose and fell slowly. I let out a quiet sigh, one that seemed to drag all the weight from my shoulders. I watched him for a few more seconds, just making sure. Then I gently closed the
We roamed the halls like shadows.For a building so guarded on the outside, the inside felt... ordinary. Almost too ordinary. White walls. Polished floors. A faint scent of paper and air freshener. It looked like any high-end office complex you’d find downtown—quiet, professional, boring even. No alarms. No red sirens. No looming sense of dread.Except, maybe, the one hammering in my chest.We moved carefully, glancing around every corner before slipping into rooms. Most of them were unlocked. I half-expected to find people inside, or something, anything, that screamed you shouldn’t be here. But all I saw were shelves stacked with binders, boxes labeled with codes, and desks that were probably neatly cleaned.“This is anticlimactic,” Dominic muttered as he flipped through a folder marked F04-Secondary Entry Logs.“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, scanning another stack of documents that meant nothing to me. Numbers. Charts. Reports that could’ve belonged to any logistics firm in the c
Dominic.He was standing outside my car, eyebrows raised, arms crossed with that maddening smirk.I had no choice but to slowly roll down the window."Fancy seeing you here," he said, peering inside like some nosy neighbor. "What are you doing in a place like this, Bella?""That’s none of your business," I snapped, sitting up straighter, trying not to look guilty.He laughed—really laughed, like it was actually funny. I stared. It was strange. His face looked lighter. Less grumpy, less tired. He didn’t have that usual broody air around him. Instead, there was something... approachable? Tsk, I must be going crazy, this man, approachable? "Oh come on, don't give me that look," he said with a grin. "You look like a squirrel caught stealing almonds."I groaned and got out of the car, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. "Why are you here? Are you following me?""Please," he scoffed. "Not everything is about you, Bella. I just happened to be in the neighborhood. Saw your car
I woke up with a plan.This wasn’t something I was proud of. It felt like a betrayal in itself—snooping around, following someone you care about. But what choice did I have? The way Hayden had been acting lately left me no room for comfort. Something had shifted in him, and while I tried to ignore it, the unease inside me only grew stronger with every passing day.So, I took a day off. Told him I needed rest. He didn’t question it.Blake came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his uniform a little crumpled. I smiled and helped fix his collar before kissing his forehead. "Be good at school, alright?""Yes, Mama," he replied sleepily, climbing into the backseat of the car.I stood at the doorway and waved until the driver pulled away.Hayden stood in the living room, sipping coffee, dressed casually but neatly. "I’ll be heading out too," I told him, grabbing my purse and keys. "Need to check on a few errands."He gave a nod. "Alright. Be careful, okay?""I will. You too," I added, step
The days that followed left a tight knot in my chest.Hayden was different.Not in the obvious, physical ways—not the kind of different that could be explained away by memory loss or his change in routine. It was something subtle, something deeper. A silence that stretched too long. A gaze that flickered away when mine searched his. A tone that felt rehearsed rather than real. And I noticed every bit of it.Lately, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, as if afraid that I might see something there—something he didn’t want me to know. Every time we talked, there was something careful in the way he replied. Like each word had been weighed and filtered. The easy conversations we used to have were gone, and it was slowly driving me insane.Blake didn’t say much either. I couldn’t tell if he noticed since kids are always keen with changes, or if Hayden had told him to keep quiet. The atmosphere at home shifted. Everything looked the same, but it felt completely different. Colder.One particular aftern
The door slammed open with a loud bang as I rushed inside, heart pounding and panic boiling under my skin. I barely noticed I had kicked my heels off somewhere by the door. My bag hit the couch as I sprinted toward the living room, my breath caught in my chest.Because of the adrenaline I didn’t even notice how strange it was that the house was calm and quiet. Shouldn’t it be at least…well…chaotic?The moment I arrived at the living room, confusion immediately made it’s way to my face. Hayden was sitting on the couch, gently patting Blake's head. Blake was curled against his side, his small shoulders trembling despite the soft hush Hayden whispered above him. The sight froze me in place.Blake’s eyes were swollen, his cheeks full of dry tears. He looked like he’d cried himself raw."Hayden," I breathed out, my voice hoarse. "What happened?"He looked up slowly.And smiled.It wasn’t a warm smile, not the kind that softened his face and lit his eyes like before. No. This one sent a ch
I stood near the door, adjusting the strap of my bag as I glanced toward the couch where Hayden sat, still a little sleepy-eyed but clearly alert. Blake stood a few feet away, clutching the edge of the coffee table as he stared up at him with that spark of excitement only children could carry.I bet he’s excited because it’s been some time since they two played together. And since it’s holiday, I scheduled this day specifically for them to enjoy it together, "You should stay home today," I said gently, giving Hayden a soft smile. "I'll be at work and be back by evening."Hayden blinked at me, his brows rising slightly in surprise. "You're leaving me alone with him?" he asked, his voice teetering between amused and horrified as he gestured toward Blake.Blake beamed up at him. "Please, Uncle Hayden? We can play all day!"The look on Hayden's face was priceless. His eyes shifted back and forth between me and Blake like he was watching a tennis match. I stifled a laugh, watching the pan
Hayden sat up slowly on the hospital bed, poking at the food on the tray with his spoon. His brows were drawn together, like he was forcing himself to eat.I sat nearby, eyes fixed on him.I couldn't help it. I just kept staring at him. Every small move he made, the way he picked up the spoon, how he avoided looking at me—I noticed it all. There was something comforting about just watching him, like if I looked away, I might miss something important. But I also knew I was making him uncomfortable.He soon shifted in his seat. His spoon wobbled slightly, and he paused mid-bite. His ears were turning red, and I saw him sneak a glance my way. I pretended not to notice, but I knew he caught me staring again.He coughed and finally turned to face me. "Is there something on my face?"I blinked, caught off guard. "What? No! Nothing at all."He stared for a second longer, then went back to poking at the food. The silence between us felt heavier now. I noticed he’d barely touched the meal."Is