Jacob POV Every story has a beginning and an end. But what about in between? The invisible seams that connect the dots from A to Z? I never knew my motherâs story, only picking up little morsels here and there, trying to find the breadcrumbs back to the start like Hansel and Gretal. As my father marches ahead of me and into his bedroom, I canât summon any memory of her because I donât have any. Taking an old picture album from his bedside table, he calls me to join him at the foot of the bed. The setting sun casts lonesome shadows across the room, giving the illusion of ghostly apparitions dancing in the twilight. âSon, Iâve been meaning to show this to you for a long time, but the opportunity never presented itself,â he says, and he hands me a perfectly preserved, leather-bound album engraved with âCB & MB.â Inside is a series of photos of my father and mother when they were much younger, him handsome and carefree, her displaying an ethereal beauty only intensified by her allur
Mason POV Six months is a record for me. If this was me in another life, two months tops and I would have been planning my exit. I always know that a woman has overstayed her welcome when she starts posting pictures of us with captions like, âMe and my bae having the time of our lives. #truelove #theone.â Olivia is different. Sheâs like a slippery eel that keeps on trying to wriggle her way out. At first, I thought it was the excitement of the chase and keeping us a secret, but now I think itâs something much deeper. When sheâs not with me, I find myself counting down the hours until I see her again. And when weâre together, just breathing her in is intoxicating⊠I canât get enough of it. Sheâs like a cock tease, except she pretty much puts out whenever I want, and thatâs basically when she wants it as well. Last week, she dragged me to watch a punk band perform. I thought Iâd hate it, but surprisingly, I didnât. She makes me want to do things with her just to see her happy. I know
Emily POV It takes me a second to realize where I am when I feel Jacobâs warm lips kissing my shoulder. The birds are already chirping their morning chorus, and thereâs not a cloud in the sky. âSomeoneâs in a good mood,â I smile. âI have every reason to be,â he says and starts caressing my breasts. I can feel them tingling from his touch, and I nuzzle closer to him. âMmmmmm,â escapes from his lips. âAre you thinking what Iâm thinking?â he asks while pulling down the strap of my satin slip. âIt depends, what are you thinking?â I smile and trace my finger around his left bicep. âIâm thinking this,â he says and disappears under the covers. His head is now between my legs, and I open them wider while laying on my back, giving him carte blanche. He makes himself comfortable and pulls my panties down to my ankles. Iâve never had morning sex. I read somewhere that itâs the best because your senses are heightened. Well, thereâs only one way to find out, and I relax against the touch of
Emily POV I always used to believe life was a series of coincidences, but a series of them could never have led me to Liam and Jacob. I started questioning this the morning after my dream about Liam, after the quote my eye just happened to fall on in his most treasured book. A little girl whom Iâve never met before embraces me like someone she knows and cherishes, and my reaction is to do the same. Another coincidence? While Liamâs new friend Clarisse is holding onto me for dear life, a tall man wearing a baseball cap with a square set jaw walks over to us. He looks embarrassed. âClarisse, why are you bothering this woman?â he asks and takes her hand. She must be his daughter. âNo, thatâs fine. Liam was just introducing us to his new friend,â I say by way of introduction. âPleased to meet you, Clarisse.â Clarisse, who was a brazen kid a second ago, goes quiet and shy. âSorry, I thought you were my aunt,â she explains. âYou look just like her.â When I finally get a proper look a
Jacob POV Emily doesnât know much about my past, and Iâd prefer to keep it that way. Itâs not because I have skeletons in my closet, I just want to start things off with her on a clean slate. Now, with Thaddeus coming back into the picture, thatâs going to prove difficult. The two of us had been close once upon a time, but words were said and fragile egos were hurt. I canât exactly remember what our falling out was about, but I have the feeling it had something to do with Nancy. Thaddeus didnât like her, and I donât blame him. But the disrespect he showed towards her was the last straw. He wore his disapproval of her like a mink coat, only to be taken out on special occasions. In his case, it was whenever Nancy was around. She wasnât a fan of his either, always telling me that I should make other friends. And by that, she meant no friends. I think she preferred me to be a lone agent, only to make an appearance when called upon. If Thaddeus remembers anything about our last confron
Emily POV I canât pinpoint the exact moment in my life when I realized things are not always what they seem. Maybe it was a few years back, maybe itâs even now while Iâm sitting at a table with Jacob and a stranger I feel an odd affinity towards. I met Thaddeus less than three hours ago, and I get the distinct feeling that he and Jacob are hiding a secret so big that if anyone were to find out, it could change everything. Call it intuition. His fascination with me has now started to make me feel uncomfortable. And yet, I am determined to get to the bottom of this. I am intrigued by their mutual past and must know more. When Jacob told me earlier they had unresolved tension, I preferred not to know. Now, Iâve changed my mind. Itâs not like I can interrupt their bromance and say, âOoh, what happened between the two of you?â Whatâs more important to me is, what exactly happened to Jocasta? And why are they being so cagey about it? Before I lose the courage, I go in, balls to the wa
Emily POV The air starts to feel stuffy, almost as if the oxygen has been sucked out of it. New York has a habit of being murky this time of the year, but itâs even more so today. A bout of lightheadedness hits me, and I put it down to having too much wine to drink. But after a day of revelations, itâs probably starting to take its toll on me emotionally. Thaddeusâs occasional gaze still makes me feel uneasy. I think itâs time for us to leave, and when Iâm about to get up to tell Jacob we should go, Iâm hit with another spell. I canât be sure how I managed to make it to the restroom without falling over. The next thing I remember is sitting in a toilet stall, resting my forehead against the cool sensation of the tiles. The last time I felt like this was when I was pregnant with Liam. The very thought of it has me giggling to myself. The giggles donât last for long, though, and Iâm overcome with an intense bout of nausea. The urge to throw up becomes so strong that I find myself ho
Ophelia POV Exhilarating yet dangerous. Thatâs how I would describe Astrid. Thereâs something about her that I canât seem to get enough of. Sheâs like a drug, and once I get a hit of her, I want more and more. Iâm embarrassed to admit it, but I feel like a junkie when Iâm not around her, starved of her passion and affection. Maybe the attraction is that weâre both kindred spirits. And, like me, Iâm certain that sheâs running away from something. I know the typeârefuses to stay in one place for too long, not keen on making lasting connections, and falling in love is out of the question. Sheâs exactly like me. Funny, she knows so much about me, but sheâs like a closed book. Whenever I ask about her past or her family, she brushes me off and changes the subject. Itâs as if sheâs scared to open up to me. Iâm even surprised she invited me along on this business trip of hers. Now, sitting here alone at the pool with a now-warm cocktail in my hand, Iâm starting to wonder why she asked m
Hope starts clapping at the sound of her name, getting Charlotteâs attention. âOh my gosh, sheâs beautiful,â she gasps. âWhat are you doing here, Mother?â asks my dad. His agitation is a sign that heâs done playing a welcoming party. âIâve missed so much, havenât I? And I only have myself to blame,â she says. Hope clamors to get out of Jocastaâs arms and she puts her down on the grass. Slowly, she lifts herself up and her chubby legs begin the unsteady walk to Charlotte. Charlotte breaks her fall with outstretched arms as she comes crashing down. âThereâs a good girl,â she says. âYouâre a feisty one, just like your mother.â âYou havenât answered Matthewâs question, why are you here?â asks my wife. Charlotte looks at her, âI suppose Iâve come to make a mence and ask for your forgiveness.â âDonât you think youâre a few years too late?â asks Matthew. âYouâre right, I am. But I wanted to say sorry for all the horrible things Iâve done to all of you,â she coughs. âI know my words of
Epilogue (One year later) Jacob POV Jocasta cuts up paper-thin slices of watermelon, Liamâs favorite. âThanks, Mommy,â he says, grabs the bowl from her and dashes outside. The house is quiet and I take advantage of having her to myself for a few seconds. Switching on the old kitchen radio, a slow song plays across the static. Sheâs clearing up the watermelon peels on the kitchen counter, and I take her by the hand and give her a twirl. She has a daisy in her long hair - a gift from Hope who insisted on putting it in her mouth instead of giving it to her mama. âWhat are you doing?â she smiles. âIâm serenading my wife,â I say and hold her close while we slow dance with the song. She giggles, âWeâre going to be late.â âThey can wait,â I say and inhale her sweet scent; she smells like the ocean and baby powder. While the soft male voice is singing about giving a little love this time, I dip her low and kiss her on the mouth. A moan escapes her lips and she kisses me back. Little
Jacob is stunned. Itâs the first time heâs heard this too. We donât say anything for a few seconds and wait for the heartbreaking news to settle in. âWe have Liam and Hope,â I say. âTheyâre more than we could wish for.â He takes Hope from my arms and cradles her, whispering into her ear, âYes, much more than we could wish for.â Liam wants a piece of the action and attaches himself to his dadâs leg, âMy turn.â We laugh and Jacob bends down and grabs Liam by the scruff of his T-shirt, âOkay Buddy, your turn.â With both of them in arms, Jacob is finding it hard to balance them, âYep, I think two are enough.â That night I dream of my mother, the dream as vivid as an oil painting. All my past memories are coming back. Itâs as if being given a second lease on life had somehow unlocked a part of my brain I had buried for years. I remember playing in the courtyard garden at Mellon Estate and going on holidays with my folks. And then thereâs the memory of that photo - itâs the very first
Emily/Jocasta POV Imagine a door opening between life and death. Which one would you choose? The answerâs not that simple, is it? Death would finally bring me peace, stilling the chaotic world around me. Life is for the living as Liam once told me. But where would that leave me? My fate has been assigned - I am to die from a disease that will ravage my body. Soon, my limbs wonât obey my commands, and Iâll slowly start to lose my mind. That is no way to live. The incessant wail of a baby is calling me, beckoning me to make a decision. Itâs the sound of my little girl telling me time is running out - choose now or forever hold my peace. Iâve made up my mind - I choose love. --- Iâm laying on a cold, steel table. Thereâs a commotion all around me. Someone shouts, âWeâre losing her!â and I feel something hard putting pressure on my chest. The shock of an electric current jolts my body back to life. Iâve returned to the land of living. âSheâs awake! Sheâs awake!â When I look around m
Iâm in the conservatory with Liam. Dust motes are floating in the sunâs rays while we sit side by side, both of us with a notebook.Heâs making squiggles on a page, round and round until the pencil pierces through to the next page. âDo you think Mom loves us?â he asks.âWhy do you ask that?â I glance at him and stop drawing. Iâm trying to sketch gladiolus flowers from memory but I keep on getting stuck on the intricate detail of the petals. This is my third attempt. I tear the page from the notebook and throw it onto the heap of pages collecting next to me.âLast night she told me Iâm not a good boy after I wet the bed. I canât help it, Emily. Sometimes, it just comes out,â he grimaces.âItâs not your fault, you do know that?â I add. âMom just gets upset really fast.ââI know, itâs that when she gets like that, I get scared,â he says.I move closer to him, âDo you know, when I get scared, I just tell myself that soon it will be over. Mom doesnât stay angry for long. You just have to w
Emily/Jocasta POVYou know when people describe their near-death experiences as walking towards a bright light? Mine was nothing like that.For me, it was falling into a vat of creamy liquid and being suspended between space and time. The protection of the womb-like state offered me comfort and reassurance that I would be fine.Why would I want to go back to a world of uncertainty and sorrow when everything I want is right here?Memories are flashing through my mind, firing off like sparks from a fire, But they are muddled up and confusing. I canât tell which ones are Emilyâs or Jocastaâs. Itâs hard to concentrate on just one at a time.I close my eyes and focus on one in particular; itâs of a beautiful woman cradling a baby in her arms. Sheâs standing in a nursery, and thereâs a quilted blanket in the crib.She starts singing a lullaby, and itâs the same one Ophelia sang months ago when I first discovered my real identity. I gasp in recognition - itâs my mother.She canât see me, but
The parking garage is quiet and empty. None of the day shift staff have arrived yet. I stand against the cold wall and gather my skittled thoughts.I was wrong to get angry at Thaddeus. None of this is his fault. If thereâs anyone to blame, it has to be me. Iâm the only one thatâs known about Jocastaâs diagnosis.âJacob,â shouts Thaddeus from the emergency exit. He jogs towards me and tries to speak but struggles to catch his breath.âLook, Iâm sorry. I was so desperate for her to get better, that I may have been too hasty to get her on the treatment,â he breathes. âI honestly thought it was going to work.ââI donât blame you,â I say. âI was angry and lashed out at you.ââBlame me if you want, because I blame myself,â he says. Thereâs a dejected look in his eye.âNo, I should have told her the truth,â I admit.âThe truth about what?â he asks and strands upright.This lie is killing me, I canât let it destroy my wife and baby as well. Maybe if I confess my sins, my punishment might not
Jacob POVI am woken up by the buzzing of my phone on the nightstand. When I answer, itâs Dr. Richards on the line, âMr. Collin, you need to come to the hospital now.âMy brain sends signals to my limbs to move into action. Like a robot, I mechanically get dressed in the dark and rush to Liamâs room. Heâs fast asleep, but I need to get him into the car. I canât afford to lose precious time by calling someone over to babysit, so I bundle him up and carry him into the elevator.While weâre on our way down to the parking garage, he opens his eyes, âDad, whatâs going on?âI shush him back to sleep and heâs back in dreamland.The drive to the hospital is excruciating. Dr. wouldnât have called me at this hour if it wasnât an emergency. My mind keeps on playing different scenarios, all of them leading to the same end results.Keeping my concentration on the road is proving difficult and I struggle to keep to the speed limit, scared that I may get there too late.When I get there, I leave the
One evening I got a surprise visitor. Thereâs a knock behind the door and a wispy brunette peeks her head through the crack; itâs Ophelia.âHelloooo,â she smiles. Sheâs come bearing gifts, carrying a huge bunch of roses.âWow, are those for me?â I ask.âYes, she says. âBut if you donât like them, I can give them to the lady down the hall. I walked into her room by mistake thinking it was yours.âI respond by snatching the flowers from her, and joking, âGive them here!ââIâm glad to see youâre in good spirits,â she adds. âThaddeus says youâve been feeling very tired.âI sit upright and say, âThatâs an understatement. Letâs just say I may fall asleep while youâre gossiping, so you better make it extra juicy.âOphelia looks nervously around her, âThen I got nothing for you, Iâm afraid.âShe takes a seat opposite my bed. I can see somethingâs bothering her. âHey, whatâs up?â I ask her.âItâs Astrid, I havenât heard from her for the past few months,â she says. âThe last time I spoke to her