LOGIN~Lora~The word hung in the air.I couldn't move, my feet felt glued to the floor as I stared at the little girl in the bed. The room faded away until all I could hear was the frantic thumping of my own heart.Mommy?The soft click of the door behind me broke the silence."Lora?" James called gently.Christian stepped in after him, but his face completely changed the moment he saw where I was looking. I think he heard it too, because every bit of color drained from his skin."Oh..." He let out a nervous, embarrassed laugh and hurried to the bedside. "I am so sorry, Ma'am." He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning bright red. "Please don't mind her. She gets confused sometimes."He stopped beside the mattress and carefully adjusted the oxygen mask resting over Michelle's mouth, lifting it away."Hey, Chel," he murmured, his voice softening completely. "How are you feeling today?"The little girl didn't even look at him, her eyes stayed locked on me.Christian tried to smile
~Lora~Christian seemed to notice that I wasn't understanding anything, so he spoke up."The sample I showed them didn't match the substance they produce," he explained. "At first, they denied having anything to do with it because the type they manufacture is supplied only to hospitals.”“That explains why there's a red line here?” I asked, trailing my fingers across the page.“Yes.” He leaned forward and pointed at one of the highlighted sections. “Honestly... I found it strange, but I didn't question my luck. I was able to get the records of the one they produce," he added.I nodded absently, though very little of what I was looking at made sense. As I turned another sheet, something small slipped free and landed softly on my lap.My breath caught.It was a tiny, transparent plastic bag containing a fine white powder. For a long moment, I simply stared at it. It looked so harmless… just a pinch of powder sealed inside a piece of plastic. Yet something so small was completely up
~Lora~A knot tightened in my stomach. "What is it?"He lowered his eyes and exhaled slowly, as if searching for the courage to say the words. "...I lost my job this morning."My brows drew together. "What? Why?""They fired me."For a moment, I could only stare at him. "You mean because of this? Because you've been looking into what happened to me?""I honestly don't know." He shook his head, his voice tight. "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. They didn't give me any explanation. They just called me into the office, told me my services were no longer needed, and asked me to leave."He tried to shrug it off, but I could hear the raw strain beneath his calm front. It sounded like he'd spent the entire day convincing himself it didn't matter… and was only now beginning to realize how much it actually did."I wasn't even going to mention it," he admitted."I figured I'd just give you the envelope and leave. But..." He hesitated, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Then this happened."Leani
~Lora~The moment I stepped out of the restaurant, I pulled my phone from my purse and immediately dialed James.As much as Christian claimed he had found a lead, there was no way I was meeting him alone. Maybe I was being overly cautious after everything that had happened recently, but I had learned the hard way that trusting people too easily could get me killed. Besides, if this really turned out to be something important, I'd rather have someone I trusted close by.The phone barely rang twice before James answered."Well, that was fast," he said. "I thought this was supposed to be a romantic date."I snorted. "Trust me, there was nothing romantic about it.""I'm guessing things didn't go well?""You could say that. Anyway, can you come pick me up? I need to head somewhere."There was a brief pause before he asked, "You're not driving?"I smiled despite myself. "When have you ever known me to willingly drive if someone else is available to do the job?"James laughed on the other
~Lora~Michael swallowed hard, tugging at the collar of his suit as though it had suddenly become too tight.A knot formed in my stomach.I frowned. "Please don't tell me she's pregnant."He blinked.Across from him, Ivy nearly sprayed her water. She coughed violently, pressing a hand to her chest."What?" she choked out.Heat crept up my neck."Nothing," I muttered, waving a dismissive hand. "Just tell me what it is.”"So... you know how Ivy also majored in fine arts?" Michael started, his hands moving nervously at first.I raised my brow. But he continued anyway."And how.. she specialised in fashion designing, before she went on to study business administration?"I slowly shook my head. "Mhmm-mhmm. I don't."I mean, how would I? I didn't know anything about her, and frankly, It’s none of my business."Oh. Yeah. Uhm. Right," he added, adjusting himself in his seat. He was practically vibrating with excitement. "Anyways, she just signed this huge deal for our company. But she needs
~Lora~I have never felt so completely devastated. I don’t think I have ever cried as much as I did in the early hours of today.After Alex stormed out on me, I waited.I sat on the cold tiles of his hallway for nearly two hours. I just sat there, shivering, waiting for him to walk right back through that front door and tell me he was sorry.But he never came.I called his phone for what felt like forever. Over and over, until the ringing stopped and it started sending me straight to voicemail.He was done with me. I could feel it in my bones. He was so upset, and a horrible voice in my head kept whispering that he would never want to see my face again.And now, I was paying for it.Right now, I knew I had made a stupid decision by agreeing to Michael’s appeal. After Michael found out I came back early from my so-called two days’ trip, he begged me to go out on a date with him.I only said yes because I couldn't bear to go back to our empty house or father's house.I didn't want
~Lora~“Why didn't you say anything?” I asked, faking my tone, as I met his mother's eyes.Then I looked back at Michael. I made sure my voice sounded sad and sweet. “I saw this dress saved on your Pinterest,” I lied. “I thought you wanted to see me in it. I wanted to surprise you. I’m sorry... I
~Lora~“What do you want with me?” I mouthed, thrashing against their grip.Twisting and pulling until my muscles burned, and my strength was fading. When the last of it drained away, I went limp.Rough hands forced my arms behind my back, the rope biting deep into my wrists. They shoved me into
~Lora~Michael’s eyes jumped, his brows furrowed together like he was trying to translate a language he didn’t speak.“What?” I snapped, irritated.“You’re joking.” He let out a short, dry laugh that died in his throat. He tried to shrug it off, but his shoulders stayed tight, locked in place.“No
~Lora~"Why do you still have this?" I jabbed his chest with my index finger.He tensed, his jaw tightening. "Why? Does it bother you that I didn't erase it?""I told you to get rid of the tattoo, Alex. What do you want people to think when you finally meet someone?"“Sssh,” he murmured, leaning in







