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I nodded again, my chest still tight, trying to steady the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirling inside me.Arzhel took a careful step back, still holding the flower, giving me space but keeping his eyes on me. “I’ll let you get back to your work,” he said softly. “But… just know. If anything—anything at all—happens, I’ll be here. No questions. No judgments. Just… me, making sure you’re safe.”I swallowed, the weight of his words settling on me. “I… appreciate that,” I whispered. “More than I can say.”He gave a small, reassuring nod, then glanced around the studio, letting a quiet moment pass. Finally, he turned toward the door. “I’ll check in later,” he said, almost as if he were promising more than just a casual visit.I watched him go, the soft click of the door echoing longer than it should have, leaving a strange emptiness in the room. For a moment, I just stood there, the flower still vivid in my mind, a symbol of something steady and unshakable amid the chaos I’d been li

Thursday morning arrived earlier than I wanted it to. Sunlight spilled softly through the curtains, and the faint sounds of birds outside made the room feel impossibly still.I quietly tiptoed into Martha’s room, smiling at the sight of her sleeping peacefully. “Martha… wake up, baby,” I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She stirred, blinking sleepily, then yawned. “Mummy… is it today? Is it today?” she asked, her voice already tinged with excitement.I nodded, kneeling beside her bed. “Yes, princess. Today’s the big day—your school play. Time to get dressed and ready.”She practically leapt out of bed, already pulling at her pajamas. “Yay! I’m gonna be the queen! I get to wear my crown! Aire’s gonna be the king! Mummy, Daddy… you’re gonna see me, right? Right?!”I laughed softly, helping her pull on her clothes while she babbled nonstop. “Of course, baby. We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, slow down so you don’t get tangled in your dress.”She barely listened,

We didn’t make it to the ice cream place. The cheerful plan, the little reward we had promised them, felt impossible now, dissolved by the sting of that cruel, mocking letter. Theo’s hand found mine, his grip tight, grounding me, but even that comfort felt fragile under the weight of everything. Martha’s small fingers clung to mine, trembling slightly, her little body stiff with lingering fear. Each step back to the car felt impossibly heavy, every sound from the school—the laughter of other children, the shout of a teacher, the clang of a playground swing—echoing through me like it carried some hidden threat. The memory of her crying, the terror in her voice as she told us about the ghost and the letter, replayed relentlessly in my mind.Tears blurred my vision, and I forced myself to swallow back a sob. How could someone do this to a child? To my child? Even the thought of it made my chest tighten so sharply it was hard to breathe. Martha’s innocence, her excitement about the play,

The house stayed quiet for the next hour.Too quiet.I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on my knees, the letter crumpled in my fist. I kept replaying everything—Martha crying, Sofia’s shaking voice, the way the words on that paper laughed at us. At me.Every second that passed only made the anger rise higher, tighter, hotter.I checked my phone twice.No reply yet.But he would call.He always did.Footsteps sounded upstairs—soft ones, tired ones. Sofia was trying to comfort the kids while keeping herself together. I could hear her murmuring quietly to Martha, telling her she was safe, telling her Daddy was here.I clenched my jaw so hard I felt it in my teeth.Daddy was here… but it wasn’t enough today.Then the doorbell rang.I stood up immediately, expecting a message from him to follow, but nothing buzzed on my phone.Right.Aire’s driver.Sofia came down the stairs holding Aire gently by the shoulders. He looked calm now, tired, but okay. She walked him to the door an

Sofia’s PoVThe question—a choice between two nightmares—hung in the air, thick with the scent of his cruel authority. My lungs burned, but before I could summon a retort, before I could choose a lesser evil, a sound cut through the toxic silence.Soft, sleepy footsteps padded down the wooden stairs.“Mummy? Daddy?”My head snapped toward the sound. Martha.She stood halfway down the staircase, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand. Her face was pale, and her brow was furrowed with the kind of confusion only a child detects when the adults are playing a dangerous game.“Are you fighting?” she whispered, her small voice terrified and small in the expansive, angry hallway.The sheer, immediate terror on my face must have been enough.Theo recoiled instantly, stepping back from me as if scalded, the cold mask of the predator cracking to reveal the anxious father underneath. He didn't want her to see this. He never wanted her to witness his control, only his protection.I didn't wai