"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,
I was almost ready to fly my car. The problem was that due to rush hour, I was having a hard time weaving in and out. I had been honked at by the cars I was overtaking, but my desire to catch up with Lucas prevailed. I couldn't explain why I felt anxious. I had just said earlier that I would keep my kids away from him, yet here I was, nearly crashing my vehicle just to reach his condo building. Why didn't he tell me he was leaving? If Noah hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known at all. After everything, he was going to leave? He would just abandon everything and bury it all? Did he want to start a new life and live more quietly? I exhaled forcefully through my nose. I grabbed my hair in frustration while staring at the car in front of me. Those few seconds felt like several minutes. "Damn you, Lucas," I muttered angrily. I kept glancing at my cellphone. I couldn't sit still as time kept ticking away. I didn't even know if I would still catch Lucas at his condo. My eyes we
I was left sitting here outside the house. Several hours have passed, and until now, Lucas and my children have not returned yet. I have peeked multiple times at the passing vehicles, hoping that one of them carries Luna and Liam. I wanted so much to rest, but I can't. I will wait for them to come back here. I can't bear it if my children were to disappear from me as well. They are my only family. Lucas cannot just steal my kids away and hide them from me. I have more rights than he does if we are going to talk about the kids, but what can I do if he has completely kept them away from me? I wiped the tears that flowed from my eyes. I am getting tired of crying. If I had known this would happen, I would have just stayed inside the house. If I knew that leaving my children just to talk to their father would lead to being separated from them, I wouldn't have left them. I messed up my hair again. Thoughts keep racing through my mind. I swear to God. I could spend all my money just to
"What are you doing here?" Noah asked. He was in front of me. If looks could kill, I would have been lying dead a long time ago. There were just some police around us, and I know how it feels like. The difference is that I was imprisoned because of Aurora's wish for me to be locked up, while this guy in front of me was here because he tried to kill someone. "Did Aurora visit you?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I was hearing updates about what was happening with Aurora. Chris was helping me keep an eye on her. It's not that I wanted to invade her privacy, but I needed to. The last time I decided to stop checking on her, in just a span of a fucking second, her life was in danger again. "She has already been discharged from the hospital, for your information. It seems your mother didn't tell you or give any updates about Aurora yet," I added. I smirked when I saw that he seemed to be interested in what I was saying. I felt pity for this friend of Aurora's. He had