"Fuck! Fuck!" she muttered, her voice a panicked whisper. "Breathe, Evelyn. Breathe!" But the air was thick, suffocating, as though the walls themselves were collapsing in on her. Every inch of her screamed for her to run, to hide, to do something—anything—to escape the inevitable. Her pulse quicke
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, as Maddox's voice cut through it like a blade. “You’re sure about that?” His words were sharp, precise, probing, and designed to corner her. “Because we’ve heard some interesting stories, Mrs. Evelyn. You wouldn’t want to lie to us, would you?” The qu
Mommy?” Daisy's voice was barely a whisper, fragile and trembling. “Where are we going?” Evelyn's throat tightened, a knot of emotions threatening to choke her. How could she explain this to a six-year-old? How could she tell her that everything they knew was falling apart, that their lives had b
The officer’s roar of pain cut through the terminal like a whip, sharp and visceral. “Shit!” he bellowed, yanking his arm back, his face contorting in a grotesque mask of fury. His eyes burned with rage as he swung his arm toward the small girl clinging to Evelyn’s side, his hand pushing her rough
Racheal stood by the window, the city sprawled below her like a glittering web of false promises and broken dreams. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft crackle of her cigarette, a haze of smoke curling upward and cloaking her like an aura of defiance. Her lips curled into a calculated s
Racheal leaned heavily against the doorframe, her breath hitching as Damian stepped into the room. The way he moved, carrying the pizza box with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt, sent a wave of longing coursing through her. The dim moonlight from t
Rachael rushed home, barely able to contain her excitement. The bright lines on the pregnancy test still seemed surreal. After years of trying, endless doctor visits, and nights spent crying in Victor’s arms, it was finally happening. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him. Today was th
Racheal sank into her couch, her hands mindlessly reaching for the array of junk food scattered on the coffee table. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saltiness of the chips she stuffed into her mouth. It had been a month since everything fell apart, and though she put on a brave face
Racheal leaned heavily against the doorframe, her breath hitching as Damian stepped into the room. The way he moved, carrying the pizza box with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt, sent a wave of longing coursing through her. The dim moonlight from t
Racheal stood by the window, the city sprawled below her like a glittering web of false promises and broken dreams. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft crackle of her cigarette, a haze of smoke curling upward and cloaking her like an aura of defiance. Her lips curled into a calculated s
The officer’s roar of pain cut through the terminal like a whip, sharp and visceral. “Shit!” he bellowed, yanking his arm back, his face contorting in a grotesque mask of fury. His eyes burned with rage as he swung his arm toward the small girl clinging to Evelyn’s side, his hand pushing her rough
Mommy?” Daisy's voice was barely a whisper, fragile and trembling. “Where are we going?” Evelyn's throat tightened, a knot of emotions threatening to choke her. How could she explain this to a six-year-old? How could she tell her that everything they knew was falling apart, that their lives had b
The silence in the room was thick, suffocating, as Maddox's voice cut through it like a blade. “You’re sure about that?” His words were sharp, precise, probing, and designed to corner her. “Because we’ve heard some interesting stories, Mrs. Evelyn. You wouldn’t want to lie to us, would you?” The qu
"Fuck! Fuck!" she muttered, her voice a panicked whisper. "Breathe, Evelyn. Breathe!" But the air was thick, suffocating, as though the walls themselves were collapsing in on her. Every inch of her screamed for her to run, to hide, to do something—anything—to escape the inevitable. Her pulse quicke
The third officer, Lynch, who had been silently observing until now, finally stirred, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression was thoughtful, his eyes narrowing as if mentally dissecting the situation. Lynch was the quiet type, the one who rarely spoke unless he had something important to
“Wake up, you piece of shit!” Officer Xavier’s voice boomed, shaking the dark, musty room. He stood over Victor, a six-foot tower of muscle and fury, and with no hesitation, threw a bucket of ice-cold water over his face. The sudden shock jolted Victor, his body spasming as the freezing liquid seepe
Rachel’s anguished sobs filled the sterile hospital room, a melody of heartbreak that cut through the oppressive silence. Each gasp, each cry, was a raw, visceral expression of her grief. Damian sat beside her, his own tears falling freely, his forehead pressed against hers. His voice, hoarse from e