Masuk“Then tell me.”
His lips trembled badly.
“Then tell me.”His lips trembled badly.“M-Mummy…”A hiccup interrupted him.
Mannie’s POV“Good evening, ma’am. I am calling from Primrose Kindergarten. Your child, Adam, has refused to stop crying since the release of results, and we would like you to come pick him up.”I slowly lowered the phone from my ear.
3rd POVHanding her bag to the maid, she walked toward her father, who was comfortably seated on the large couch while watching a human television show.The old man looked relaxed in a way that almost never happened anymore. One leg rested over the other while a glass of red wine sat untouched beside him on the table. The television lights flashed across his wrinkled face, shifting from blue to gold every few seconds as loud human voices filled
Dominic’s POVVrooooommm!!!!!Screeeeeeeech!The car lurched hard as I slammed the brakes.
Mannie’s POVThe sound of the coffee machine grinding echoed softly through the quiet break room.It wasn’t loud, but in the stillness of the morning, it felt like the only thing keeping the world moving. Steam hissed faintly as hot water pushed through the coffee grounds, filling the air with a bitter, familiar scent that grounded me more than sleep ever could.Today was my first coffee of the day.And I needed it badly.My body felt like it was still catching up with yesterday, and honestly, I wasn’t sure my mind had fully returned from it either. Between work, the kids, and everything else I kept trying to hold together, there was barely space left for me.I leaned lightly against the counter, waiting.The machine clicked.I yawned softly and pressed the next button.That was when I heard footsteps.Slow. Careful. Familiar in a way my body recognized before my mind accepted it.
Clara listened to the children’s voices fill the room with praise for their mother, and something sharp twisted quietly inside her chest.It wasn’t loud. It didn’t explode.It just… settled there.A feeling she didn’t say out loud.Clara sat still on the couch, her eyes moving slowly from one child to another. Their laughter bounced off the walls like light rain, soft and innocent, but to her, it felt like a world she was standing just outside of.Not inside.Not part of.Just watching.Her fingers curled slightly on her lap.Before, it hadn’t been like this.There had been space for her voice. Space for her place in the house. Space where she didn’t feel like she had to fight just to be heard.But somewhere along the line, something shifted.And now—She couldn’t tell when she stopped fitting in.Her gaze lowered slig
Dominic’s PovThe doors of the private terminal at City A Airport slid open with a hiss as I stepped into the humid air, the city’s noise and scent rushing at me all at once. I hated this place. Too loud. Too crowded. Too human.Still, I drew attention—of course I did.Women turned. Whispers flew.
Zarah’s POVThe chandelier sparkled like diamonds overhead as I dipped my spoon into a bowl of golden pear compote. The velvet curtains swayed lightly with the breeze, the scent of fresh orchids wafting from every corner of the grand estate. I was draped in a silk robe worth more than my old apar
Five years later...“Mama! He poured juice on my shirt!”“No, I didn’t! She spilled it herself!”“Why do I only have one shoe?!”The walls of our cramped three-bedroom apartment shook with noise. Eight kids, raced around the kitchen like a tornado made of chubby limbs, flying cereal, and relentles
I woke up with a scream caught in my throat.My body jerked forward, drenched in cold sweat, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free from my chest. The hotel room was dark, the only light coming from the city glow slipping through the blinds. My legs trembled as I pushed myself up from the







