Unexpected AlliesThe Fernándezes had breakfast with an air of expectation heavy at the table—Isabelle had finished that conversation with Jack from the night before about the message from Richard and the mandatory family meet.A muscle in Carlos's jaw began to work; his knuckles turned white as he gripped that cup of coffee. "I don't think I'm ready for that," finally said, in a low voice.Sophia, too, had leaned forward, her eyes flashing with interest. "But Dad, don't you think it might help? To clear the air once and for all?"Before Carlos could answer, the doorbell rang out through the mansion, its echo reminding everyone that they didn't have visitors expected at this hour."I'll get it," Alex volunteered, pushing back from the table.He fell back in through the door about a minute later, his face a picture of shock. "Um, you guys aren't going to believe this, but… Allison's here."The whole table gasped. Allison—Carlos's ex-mistress, the woman who had almost fractured their fa
AlliesCarlos sat in his armchair, frowning at the screen of his tablet where all the news stories flashed one after the other. The twins, Sophia and Alex, were whispering secrets in the corner. Jack was standing near the fireplace, his face telling its own story, one of guilt and concern.The sharp rap on the door set them all off on an uneasy jump. Isabelle smoothed down her skirt, drew a deep breath, and flung open said door on Allison in a blaze of designer perfume and camera-ready makeup.Precious agonizingly shifted between amusement and exasperation. "Well, are you going to invite me in?" Allison asked.Isabelle sidestepped as her ex-best friend barged into the room. The whole feeling in the room shifted, became full of curiosity towards her mixed with caution."Look, I'll get straight to the chase," Allison said, her eyes flickering all around the room. "You need help, and I'm here to offer it."Carlos snorted, but Isabelle held out a hand, silencing him. "Continue," she said,
CrossroadsWarm light from the morning sun crept through the curtains and reached out to touch Isabelle as she stirred from sleep. She lay there for a few minutes longer, steeping in the peace of a new day, until feelings about the past few days crashed her back awake. She rolled over, only to find that the other side of the bed was empty, save for Carlos's shadow. On his pillow was a note in his handwriting:"Gone for early meeting. We need to talk later. Love you."Isabelle's gut twisted. Those four words: "We need to talk," never seemed to bring her glad tidings. She blew out a loud breath, running a hand through her tangled hair as she padded downstairs.The kitchen was in full swing this morning. Sophia crouched over her laptop on one side of the breakfast bar while Alex rustled around in the fridge. Jack was at the stove, flipping a pancake with an impressive bit of skill."Morning, Mom," Alex mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.Isabelle managed a smile, pouring herself a much
New HorizonsThe Fernandez family filtered into the living room; the air was heavy with tension. Isabelle's fingers drummed against the sofa's arm. To his left, Carlos paced, which wasn't at all like him. On the floor in the centre of the circle, the twins sat facing each other cross-legged: Sophia and Alex, both torn between excitement and terror; Jack stood leaning on the fireplace, attempting to appear casual but failing – his shoulders were bunched."Okay," Carlos said at last, somewhere around the middle of the night. "We all have had enough time to mull the options before us. It's about time we decide." Isabelle swallowed hard. "We agreed we'd do this together, as a family. So have everybody speak. Sophia, care to begin?"Sophia leaned back slightly and took a deep breath, as though waiting for an obviously analytical mind to digest. "I've been checking online about international schools in Geneva," she began. "The academic opportunities are literally incredible. And the great
Shadows of the PastThe Fernández family waded through the busy arrivals terminal at Geneva airport. Isabelle clutched her carry-on tenaciously, her eyes darting sideways un the unfamiliar surroundings. Beside her, Carlos strode with a reassuring hand.Isabelle stepped out into the crisp Swiss air, and shivers ran down her spine. Nothing to do with the temperature. This was it. Really. They'd done it. Left everything familiar behind to start a new life in a foreign country."Everyone okay?" Carlos asked, low and concerned.Isabelle managed to smile. "Just a little overwhelmed. It's really happening, isn't it?"Just as Carlos was to respond, Sophia gasped, "Look!" A sleek black car pulled to the curb, and a tall, refined-featured man came out in his suit, suitably holding up a sign reading, "Fernandez Family.""Our ride, I presume," said Carlos, as he slipped on, approaching the driver.As they were piling suitcases into the car, Isabelle couldn't shake the feeling that they were being
Quickly, the Fernandzes were feeling quite elated while strolling through the nice streets in Geneva every day. Sophia and Alex just went on watching the architecture, while Jack clicked away with his phone. Carlos explained all the landmarks his strong voice filling with bits of local history. But underneath this veneer of tourist interest was tension.Isabelle clutched her bag, the newspaper inside too heavy in her mind for comfort. They caught Carlos eyeing them once or twice; his eyes smiled. They needed to talk, but not here, not with the children being so blissfully unaware.Turning the corner, they had a view of the spectacular Jet d'Eau and its arching column of water firing into the air."Wow!" Alex admired, eyes popping. "Can we go closer?"Carlos glanced at his wristwatch. A momentary atavistic flicker of indecision passed over his face. "Why don't you three run on ahead? Your mother and I will catch up in a couple of minutes."The three kids exchanged very speculative look
Shattered IllusionsIsabelle's heart throbbed inside her chest as she stood glued to the bedroom door: the soft voices downstairs growing louder by the second, changing tone, becoming urgent, shuffling feet and muffled thuds giving pace to the argument. She reached for the phone on her nightstand, and her hands shook. But when her fingers were practically upon it, she had a thought—one so horrible it could have iced: Where was Carlos?She swallowed her fear and walked softly in the direction of the twin's room. The door opened with a slight nudge. Sophia and Alex lay there completely oblivious to what lay ahead of them. She carefully closed the door and proceeded in the direction of Jack's room. It was empty.Suddenly, a feeling of motherly protectiveness swept the fear off her heart. It's her family in harm, and she has to act.Taking in her hand a big crystal vase that was on the hallway table, Isabelle picked up firmly and started down the stairs. The treads creaked and groaned fr
Shadows of DoubtThe sun had barely risen over the vast Fernandez estate when Carlos Fernandez lay awake, his mind racing with thoughts from which he couldn't turn his attention. He glanced sideways at the empty space the king-sized bed held beside him, noticing that she had risen early—again—ahead of him. He didn't find that unusual for his wife, but lately. .. well, something didn't feel right.Carlos padded down the hall; the plush carpet was muffling his footsteps. He came around into the kitchen to find Isabelle's low voice, once more on the phone, speaking in that low, urgent tone he had become so used to in the past few weeks."I understand. Yes, I'll meet you there. Don't worry, I'll be very careful," Isabelle was saying. When Carlos came into the kitchen, she hastily concluded the call with a quick, "I gotta go. Talk soon.""Good morning," said Carlos, trying hard to keep his voice neutral. "Early call?"Isabelle turned, the practiced smile in place. "Oh, just some foundation