Crossroads and ConspiraciesCarlos stared out through the windows, observing the light-speckled night. Isabelle sat beside him, tapping at her tablet with a frown."Anything new?" he said, his tone clipped.Isabelle turned her head to the side. "Nothing concrete. Just the more I dig into this job offer, the more questions I have."Carlos nodded as a ball began to form in his gut. It seemed to be an out-of-the-blue call—some prestigious consulting firm inviting him to New York to take on a job that smelled of overgoodness: double the salary, corner office, and dealings with the greatest names in international finance.Something just was not right. It really was just a little too convenient that, when they finally started to get to the bottom of the mystery that surrounded his father's hidden fortune and the enigmatic Marcus Delgado, some things started happening.Turning toward his wife, he asked, "Am I paranoid, or does it feel like a setup?"Their eyes met—Isabelle's a combination of
Echoes of the PastThe early morning sunshine spilled across the kitchen of Fernandez Mansion through the curtains. Isabelle stood mechanically at the kitchen counter, preparing lunches for the twins. Her actions were instinctual while her brain remained elsewhere; it was replaying yesterday evening's conversation over and over again in her mind."Mrs. Fernandez?" The voice of the principal at the school had been soft but firm. "I'm afraid we need to discuss an incident involving Sophia and Alexander today."All those words, Isabelle's heart had clenched into a ball. Now, wrapping sandwiches carefully in wax paper, she felt that same tightness. The twins, who could usually be counted on to be loud and chatty in the mornings, didn't have much to say that morning. Sophia was sitting at the kitchen island, moving her cereal around the bowl without actually eating. Alex hadn't even come downstairs yet."Sophia, sweetheart, it's almost time. Can you go get your brother?" Sophia nodded and
Morris and Allison Morris was sitting behind his desk, his eyes riveted to the paper before him but looking at nothing, his hands shaking just a little as he picked up the manila envelope that held something which could potentially turn his world upside down. The result of the paternity test had come earlier that morning, and he had been dodging its opening for hours.Taking a deep breath, he finally worked up the courage to open the envelope. His heart was racing blood through the veins as his eyes skimmed the paper. As the words began to come into focus, the room spun around him."Probability of paternity: 0%"Morris slumped back in his chair. A wash of emotions had overcome him all at once—anger, betrayal, grief—all a little dizzying. He'd suspected; the timing had always been a bit off, really, and then there were these tiny Concentration Camp glitches in the boy himself. But to have it spelled out so brazenly ….He thought of the child that he had brought up as his own all these
Truth UnveiledThe hectic pounding of Morris's feet echoed in the sterile halls of the hospital as he churned his way to the pediatric wing. His heart chirped away in his chest, a medley of worry and pride clouding his mind. It was but a few hours ago that Morris had received a desperate call from Allison. Their son or, rather, the boy he had come to believe was his son was severely ill and in desperate need of an emergency blood transfusion.As he turned the corner, Allison was pacing in front of a hospital room, her face ashen, streaked with tears. It was probably the new paternity revelation dealing with the child or maybe something else, but in that instant, Morris felt something hitch in his own heart: palpable concern. He wasn't the father of this child, but hadn't he been this child's father for years?"Allison," he croaked. "What's wrong? How's he doing?"Relief creasing her face, Allison turned to him. "Morris, thank God. It's it's bad. They said he needed a transfusion right
Confrontations and CelebrationsWhen the door came crashing open into Allison's apartment, she stopped in her nervous stride and whirled around. In came Morris, who had grown a thundercloud of emotions all over his face. Well, the past couple of days since the incident in the hospital had been sort of confusing and hurtful; quarters had been applied. It flamed anger hot into his veins."How'd you do that to me?" he bellowed, raw with his emotions. "All these years, Allison. All these goddamned years of lies!"Allison winced, eyes widened with fear and guilt. "Morris, please. I can explain...""Explain?" Morris laughed bitterly. "Explain how you let me believe that child was mine? How you watched me love him, care for him, all while knowing the truth?"Tears were strafing down Allison's face. "I was scared, Morris. I couldn't afford to lose you. I thought. I thought if I actually came out in the open and told you the truth, you would leave.""So instead, you imprisoned me with a lie?"
Shifting DynamicsA month later, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains into Morris's apartment strewn with papers over his desk and cold cups of coffee was just the beginning. He had not slept a single wink all through the night, going through heaps of legal documents and custody agreements in a hope to make some sense out of his new reality.A knock at the door broke the bleary-eyed focus. He opened it to Allison, who seemed as tired as he felt."We need to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Morris stepped aside, ushering her in. The atmosphere was tight between them now, neither like the easy companionship they had shared so many times."I've been thinking," Allison said, twisting her hands nervously. "About everything. About us, about. about our son."Morris recoiled at that 'our'. "He's not...""I know," Allison interrupted, welling up with tears in her eyes. "I know he's not biologically yours. But Morris, you've been his father in all the ways that
Fractures and FacadesAt the top of the grand staircase, shimmering in her gown, like starlight itself, stood Isabelle. As she started down, every eyes turned toward her, and collectively, the crowd gasped in admiration.At the bottom stood Carlos, all dressed up and smiling, his teeth glinting like diamonds in the ballroom lights; his tight eyes spoke of some winding up tightly inside of him that Isabelle couldn't place. He took her hand as she came down to him and brought it to his lips for a kiss a little too long. "You look breathtaking," he said, low-pitched for her ears alone. "Ready to face the wolves?"Nervously, Isabelle laughed as her eyes raked around the sea of faces that seemed to pack in on them. "As ready as I'll ever be," she returned, squeezing his hand.They wedged their way through the sea of congratulations and questions relating to wedding plans. She couldn't help making an involuntary shake each time that really creepy feeling bit at her that he was wrong. It was
Shattered IllusionsIsabelle recoiled inwardly as she remained frozen between the battered form of Morris and the cold smile coming from Carlos. The warehouse spun on its axis around her, like reality had tilted into some macabre sceneboard that she could hardly make sense of."Carlos?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "What. .. what is this?"Carlos moved out into the open. His polished shoes reechoed ominously on the concrete floor. She could no longer feel the warmth she does felt around the man she fell in love with. This time was different; it was replaced by a calculating gleam that chilled her to the bone."This, my dear," he said, expansively gesturing, "is the moment where all of the pieces fall finally into place."Her eyes flickered from Carlos, to Jacob, onto Morris himself, slumped in the chair, but with eyes wide open, in a mixture of fear and anger."I don't understand," Isabelle said, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?