All Chapters of Lost And Found Hearts: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty Two I sink deep into the couch, its familiar buzz filling the room as the screen ahead unravels the game before my eyes. A Saturday afternoon, the energy of the players on the field was sufficient to keep the thrill running in my veins. This was my escape; this was normality, my moment when everything else was spiralings out of my control. But as I cheered for my team, my mind wandered back to Marie and Simeon.The door creaks open, and I glance up in time to catch Simeon peering his head through the threshold of the living room. His eyes dart around nervously and a frown settles onto his face. I mute the television and set the remote down, feeling a flood of concern in my chest."Hey, buddy," I say steadily. "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."Simeon steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. He walks to the couch and seats himself at the edge, his posture tense. "Dad… I need to talk to you."I perk up a bit, feeling seriousness in his tone. "Okay, w

Chapter Fifty FourEarly morning light filters through the curtains as it casts a soft glow over the living room. I sit on the couch, cradling a warm cup of tea between my hands, yet somehow the warmth doesn't reach the chill in my heart. The air is full of tension, and I have that funny feeling that something is brewing underneath. Simeon sits as silently in the other room as he always does, and yet somehow I have this feeling he is holding something back from me.The house is unnaturally quiet. The only sound, a thin sound of the clock ticking, hangs in the air, reminding me that time is running out. I sip my steaming hot tea, hoping its warmth somehow relieves this vague feeling of alarm gnawing at me. I took great pride in thinking that I can read my son, knowing instinctively when something wasn't quite right. But today, everything has felt like grasping at shadows.I set my cup down and rise, heading toward the hall to his room. I stop in front of his door and my hand lingers on

Chapter Fifty SixThe wall clock tongs loudly, his echoes reverberating in the silent house. It was late, and with the weak light of the lamp casting shades everywhere, it made the room heavy. I am sitting on the couch edge, often looking at my phone, waiting for that message which never came. Simeon was late, and with every minute that flew by, the knot of worry that tied my tummy squeezed tighter.Leo notices how agitation has overcome me. He comes into the living room, his face set in a frown. "Marie, is everything okay? You seem off."I paste an empty smile to mask my concern. "It's just Simeon. He's not back yet."Leo furrows his eyebrows some more. "What do you "mean? I thought you went out to check on himAbout an hour," I answer, my voice shaking a little. "He went to meet some friends after dinner, but he should have been back by now.""Did you try asking about him from his friends?" he asks, sudden casual to seriousI nod, feeling the heat of shame rise in my cheeks. "I did,

-Chapter Fifty EightSimeon quietly closes the door to his bedroom, careful not to raise suspicion. He's a storm of conflictive emotions: loyal to mom, loyal to Nolan, and the knowledge this could blow up in his face if he handles it the wrong way. He takes a deep, steadying breath before pulling out his phone. He scrolls through his contacts until he comes upon the name. "Father," it reads. The name is deliberate, a sign of respect and a show of trust he feels toward Nolan, a man who has always felt more like a father to him than his own biological father ever had.Simeon hesitates, his thumb hovering over the call button, but finally, he presses it. It rings once, twice, and with each ring, he listens as if some countdown to something inevitable were happening. Then, a voice that is very much familiar is answering the phone, deep and warm in such a way that comfort still clings to it."Simeon," Nolan's voice is peaceful and collected through the line. "Calling this early? Something

Chapter SixtyMarie's PovI sit by the window, arms crossed, my fingers tapping restlessly on my elbow as I wait for Simeon. The old clock in the corner ticks steadily, its rhythm ringing in my silent room, but a storm brews inside me, ready to burst any moment he steps through that door. He's taken long enough-far too long. I wonder what he has been doing, what kind of justifications he'll come up with this time. Even the thought makes my jaw clench.How could he do such a thing? How could he just take something so dangerous-something that could tear this family apart-and hand it over to someone else? My own flesh and blood, going behind my back, acting with no thought or respect for everything I've ever done for him-for everything his father has done. As much as I would like to believe he tried to do some good, I am not able to let go of the carelessness, the lack of trust.A faint squeak of the door cuts through my reverie. I straighten up, eyes narrowing as I find Simeon squeezing