Minutes passed, but neither of us spoke. Like me, he was quiet and seemed to be sensing his surroundings. "Don’t look at me," he ordered. I noticed the scars on his arms and legs. I wasn’t sure why he was in a wheelchair. A year... a year before I woke up. Does that mean something worse happened to him, which is why he’s still here in the hospital? "I just want to rest for a while. If you can, please leave me alone—" "You seem fine, just like Chris said," I interrupted him. Even without him saying it, I could feel his avoidance. If I could just act out, I would have. I didn’t even know why they were avoiding me. Is it because I heard what they were talking about earlier? If I hadn’t heard all of that, would he act like this in front of me now? It’s frustrating to feel like they don’t want to see you, talk to you, or even acknowledge your presence. I was already missing my child, and then I had to deal with this guy. I just wanted to see that he was okay and know that he was f
I greeted Noah's father when I saw him here in their living room. He was busy with the laptop in front of him. It was the same day I was discharged. I insisted on leaving the hospital, and thankfully, Nurse Trina took care of me right away. The truth is, I was thinking about the bill I would have to pay because it was surely going to be very high. After staying in the hospital for so long, I will not be surprise if my bank account would take a hit, but when I saw the bill, it said "fully paid." It was already paid by Lucas. However, I didn’t want to have any connection with Lucas. I also didn’t want to increase my debt of gratitude to him, so I would take care of that tomorrow or as soon as possible to return the money to him. Money can be earned back and saved. What I couldn’t stand was being in debt to someone I didn’t ask for help from. He seemed not to expect me, but even so, he remained seated. "Aurora," he mentioned my name. "When did you wake up?" he asked. My brows furr
I could feel the exhaustion in my body, but sleep wouldn't visit me. I just stared at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the air conditioner in the room. I couldn't sleep with so many thoughts running through my mind. I just don't know how to act, especially now that Auntie Gia's behavior seems really strange. First, she was being distant with me, and now she's lying to Uncle, which is super unusual. Although, there are instances when someone can change, I believe that the Auntie Gia I grew up with is still the same person with me now. But do I really still know her? During the years Noah and I stayed abroad, I had barely any communication with them. Noah was the one who often talked to them, along with my kids. And now that we've come back to the Pines, we didn't even spend a month together before our planned unwind at the resort turned into an unexpected incident. I reached for Liam's phone, which I had given them to use in case of an emergency so they could contact me.
"Aurora," Auntie Gia called me when she saw me coming down the stairs. I looked at the living room to search for Uncle, but he was no longer there. It seemed he went upstairs first. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but it seemed fine since there was no trace of anger in her eyes. Besides, I shouldn’t care about it. That was their problem as a couple, and I was out of whatever they were discussing. However, when I focused my full attention on her, it was as if she couldn’t stand my gaze. She slightly looked away and shifted her focus elsewhere. "Is it true?" I asked her. Her brows furrowed. Her eyes were questioning. "Is it true that Noah is in jail?" I continued when I saw in her eyes that she didn’t understand what I was trying to say. "Who is in jail?" Auntie Gia and I both looked at Uncle, who had just come out of the kitchen, but I quickly returned my attention to Auntie. I noticed her swallow hard before she turned to me. "That’s not a good joke, Aurora," she
After my conversation with Auntie Gia that night, I decided to stay at their house for a while because it might come off differently to her if I insisted on going back to my house. There was some awkwardness when morning came, but I made sure to ask for forgiveness for what I said. I didn’t want our relationship to be strained just because of that. I expected her to sulk or get angry, so I prepared myself. Thankfully, she accepted my apology. I also apologized to Uncle, and he just suggested not to do it again. I must admit that I still felt troubled. It still puzzled me that as the days went by, there was no sign of Noah reaching out to me. I asked Auntie Gia if Noah knew that I woke up and was already discharged from the hospital, and she said yes. Noah knows that I’m awake and out of the hospital, yet he still hasn’t come home to check on me or visit the twins here. We hadn’t left their house yet, but it seemed so difficult for him to come see us. Let’s just say that even i
After my date with my kids, I first took them home since there was no one in Noah's parents house, but I would leave them for now with our neighbor. I just need to find Lucas right now. What is the sense of lying about who saved my kids? Why did he say that Noah saved my children when it was actually him? "Mommy will be back soon. Liam, I trust you," I told Liam. Liam is like a brother figure to Luna. I know he won't let Luna down. I know he has more control over everything than Luna does, so I always tell him to watch over Luna instead of having Luna watch over Liam. "Can't we really come with you, Mommy?" Liam asked. His face looked sad and really pleading. But at this moment, they couldn’t come with me. I know they’ve met their real father, but I wouldn’t allow them to get any closer to Lucas. I just don't want to think that they are close to each other, especially now that my children see him almost as a saint. It’s not that I don’t want them to be close; I’m just trying to
I parked my car a meter away from the police station and stay there for minutes. Auntie Gia had already entered, and here I am, gasping for air while looking at the large city police station in front of me. Was she going to see Noah? Because if so, then my children weren't lying at all. I believe that they don't know how to lie because I raised and took care of them since I brought them into this world. I swallowed hard before finally deciding to start the car and park it closer. I didn’t know what courage came over me to go inside. I searched for Auntie Gia with my eyes, but as I expected, it wasn’t easy for me. Due to the vastness of this police station and the fact that many people were bustling inside, it became difficult for me to find her. It would have been easy to just ask if Noah was detained in one of their cells, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Something was holding me back. In my heart, it felt like I would be such a bad friend if I asked whether he was in jail
He was silent in front of me, looking at his hands clasped together on the table. He was just there waiting for me to say something. In countless moments, I exhaled again. I was trying to fix my mind and arrange all the questions that I wanted to ask. I didn't know where to start. I felt like all the questions that were bothering me were mixing together. But in the end... "How have you been?" That was my question. I only looked at him as he chuckled slightly. "What are we going to talk about? Time is running out. I can't stay out here for long," he replied seriously. I bit my lower lip and nodded. I was groping for words, trying to feel out how to talk to him. "I wasn't aware that you were imprisoned. I waited for you to visit me in the hospital with the kids, but you didn't come. Auntie Gia never mentioned this—" "Because I told her not to," he interrupted me. I nodded. "Did you tell her as well not to inform Uncle about this?" I asked, raising my eyes to him. Our eyes met,