INICIAR SESIÓNEthan’s hands were stiff on the wheel the entire drive home. Not from fear of being followed—he knew the city too well to be tailed—but from the turmoil boiling under his ribs.
This is wrong.This is stupid.Nathan will skin you alive for this.Then he glanced at the rear-view mirror.Aria was curled in the seat, small hands gripping her bracelet like it was the only solid piece of the world left. Her nose was pink from crying. She tried to blink away the teElena’s hands trembled as she held Aria close, relief battling with the leftover tremor of fear that had plagued her since the moment she realized her daughter was gone. “Lydia… how did you find her?” she asked, voice tight, urgent. “Where was she? Who was she with when you saw her? Tell me—how did you bring her home?”Aria clung to her mother, tiny arms wrapping around her neck, eyes wide and seeking reassurance. “Mommy, I’m okay,” she whispered softly, leaning her head against Elena’s chest. But her words barely penetrated the whirlwind of questions Elena was firing at Lydia.Lydia stepped forward, gently resting a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Elena… breathe,” she said softly, her voice firm but calm. “I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen.” She paused, letting her presence anchor both mother and daughter, giving them a moment to inhale. “Here’s what happened,” she continued, choosing each word carefully. “Some strangers saw Aria wandering alone at the fou
Lydia’s legs felt heavy as she approached the agreed-upon meeting spot, the street quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. Her mind churned with questions, worry, and the guilt that wouldn’t leave her alone. She knew Elena would be furious if she discovered that Lydia had withheld information about Aria. But she reminded herself again: this wasn’t about trust. This was about keeping Aria safe. She would bring her home…today.From the shadows, Ethan stepped forward. Tall, calm, his expression unreadable. “Lydia,” he said quietly. “Come with me. Quickly.”Lydia stiffened. “Come with you to… where?” Her voice carried the tension and suspicion she felt coursing through her veins.“To my car,” he replied, voice steady, almost gentle, as if reading the wariness in her eyes. “We can talk more there.”She hesitated, staring at him. Her instincts screamed caution. Every fiber of her being told her not to trust him, not yet. But another part—the part t
Adrian pushed the door open without knocking, breath still sharp from the hours he’d spent combing the streets. Lydia’s living room felt smaller than when he had left—tight, dim, suffocating with fear. Elena sat on the edge of the couch, her hands shaking around Aria’s tiny denim jacket. The sight hit him like a punch to the sternum.She looked up the moment she sensed movement.“Adrian?” Her voice cracked. “Did you… did you find her?”He closed the door behind him, forcing himself to breathe evenly. He didn’t want her to read the truth in his eyes—the fact that he hadn’t even found a trace. The fact that every minute felt like sand slipping through his fingers.He stepped closer, dropping to one knee in front of her. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing the remnants of dried tears.“Elena,” he murmured, keeping his voice steady, “I’m not done searching.”Her eyelids fluttered, fear tightening her shoulders.“But y
Lydia halted so abruptly that a passing cyclist had to swerve around her. Her breath hitched in her throat, Ethan’s words echoing over and over until they no longer sounded real:“Aria is with me.”For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The late afternoon street blurred around her — cars, conversations, footsteps — everything fading except the tall figure standing a few feet away.She turned sharply, eyes wide, voice barely steady.“What… what do you mean she’s with you?”Ethan didn’t move.Her pulse spiked painfully. “Answer me. Where did you see her? How did you find her? What were you even doing at the fountain? And why have you still been following me ever since you asked me about Elena and Adrian?”Her voice trembled with adrenaline, though she tried to force it still.He had approached her once.Then again.Now he was trailing her.Her suspicion sharpened until it cut like glass.“Are you stal
The bell’s ring still echoed faintly in Lydia’s ears as she stepped out of the school compound, her bag resting loosely over one shoulder. The late afternoon sun was dipping low, casting warm streaks of gold across the street. Under normal circumstances, she would have savored the calm—students laughing in clusters, car horns blending with scattered chatter, the faint scent of fried snacks drifting from a nearby kiosk.But today, nothing felt normal.Her mind had been spiraling ever since Elena collapsed in her living room. Ever since Adrian stormed out in search for Aria. Ever since Aria vanished without a trace.Lydia had barely slept. Every sound had jolted her awake. Every second, her mind replayed Elena’s shaky voice, Adrian’s clenched jaw, the panic that filled the air like smoke.She tightened her grip on her phone. No missed calls. No text messages. Nothing.Elena was still at her house, refusing to leave in case Adrian returned w
Ethan’s hands were stiff on the wheel the entire drive home. Not from fear of being followed—he knew the city too well to be tailed—but from the turmoil boiling under his ribs.This is wrong.This is stupid.Nathan will skin you alive for this.Then he glanced at the rear-view mirror.Aria was curled in the seat, small hands gripping her bracelet like it was the only solid piece of the world left. Her nose was pink from crying. She tried to blink away the tears, but they kept sliding down her cheeks one by one.The sight ripped something open in him.He exhaled slowly. “We’re almost there,” he said softly.She didn’t answer. She only held onto her little bracelet tighter.When they reached his apartment complex, Ethan parked in the underground lot—quiet, private. As he came around to open the back door, Aria stiffened.He crouched low, bringing himself to her eye level. “Aria… I’m not going to hurt you.
Adrian stared at the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, the city glinting beneath a pale afternoon sun. Cars glided along the streets below, distant and insignificant, yet his mind wasn’t on the deals stacked on his desk or the proposal waiting for his approval.He wa
“Mommy, is he really coming today?”Aria’s voice came out bright and excited as she munched on a piece of toast, crumbs dusting her lips. Her feet swung beneath the kitchen stool, tapping the rung with happy impatience.Elena poured coffee into her chipped white mug, trying to keep her voice stead
Adrian Blackwood had sat through hundreds of meetings, but none had ever left him this distracted.He adjusted his cufflinks as the headteacher droned on about expansion plans and scholarship programs. He nodded at all the right places, even offered a faint smile when numbers were mentioned — but h
“Mommy, do I really have to wear the pink one?”Elena Hart looked up from the stove, spatula midair, as her daughter stood in the doorway with a pout only a five-year-old could perfect. Aria’s tiny hands tugged at the hem of her bubblegum-pink dress like it was made of thorns.“You said you liked i







