Two people sat at a table for two. The lady smiled, even though she seemed unhappy. "You know I love you," she said. "When will you come back? I'm missing you already."The lady's eyes sparkled with tears. They looked like new lovers about to go on a long journey. The boy took her hand and looked into her eyes."I love you too," he said. "And I'll be back soon." He brought her hand forward and kissed it gently.The lady's face lit up with a small smile. "Promise me you'll come back," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.The boy nodded. "I promise," he said. "I'll be back before you know it." The lady looked at him with hopeful eyes."I'm going to miss you so much," she said. The boy leaned in and kissed her forehead."I'll miss you too," he said. "But I'll be thinking of you every step of the way." The lady smiled again, feeling a little better.The boy glanced at his watch and stood up. "I have to go," he said. The lady nodded, trying to hold back tears."I know," she said. "B

Karvel came inside, still holding his phone. His voice was calm but firm.“Alright, yes, we will get back to you,” he said before ending the call.Inside the room, Morrison was already busy with some boys. He stood like a man in charge, giving out instructions.“Make sure everything is in order. When you get there, call me immediately,” Morrison said.The young man he was addressing nodded quickly and left the room without another word. The seriousness in Morrison’s tone showed that the matter at hand was no small job.Karvel dropped into a chair with a restless sigh. His eyes moved slowly around the room, as if the walls were about to fall in on him. His chest rose and fell like a man carrying a heavy burden.“I need to get out of here,” he muttered.Morrison noticed but only smiled, trying to lighten the tension. He reached for a brown file from the table and stretched it towards Karvel.“Young master,” Morrison said respectfully, “there are a lot of contracts on the table. I’ve alr

“Life has its own way of disciplining people. Some are lucky, some are not. Happiness is not something that comes every day. Sometimes, we only choose when we want to be happy, or we force ourselves to smile even when the heart is heavy. And many times, the things we don’t plan for are the ones that happen to us. At the end of the day, we just have to accept it.” Patricia’s voice was calm as she sat beside Elena on the bed.Elena turned her face, surprised by her mother’s words. She had expected anger, maybe judgment. Instead, she found compassion.“I thought you were going to blame me for everything,” Elena said softly.Patricia held her daughter’s hand, her grip warm and firm. “And why should I blame you? Not everything is your fault, my child. Some things are written, whether we like it or not. The only thing is that you must be strong enough to face whatever comes. People make mistakes, but if they are not afraid, they will move on. Fear is what keeps us chained. Once you let fear

The house felt heavy that morning, like a thick blanket pressing on Elena’s chest. The sun pushed through the curtains, drawing soft golden lines across the floor. For once, Elena allowed herself a little rest. She had been awake most of the night, lying on her bed with worry pressing on her heart. Her husband had not come home.Her thoughts circled him again and again. Where was he? Why had he not sent word? Every small sound in the night had made her rise from the bed, thinking it might be him. But the house had stayed quiet, lonely, and cold.At last, exhaustion won, and Elena drifted into a light sleep.But peace never lasted long in her life.The front door creaked open.Elena stirred. She thought it might be her husband and her heart leapt with hope.Then a woman’s voice floated into the house.“What a beautiful moment,” the voice said.It was not her husband. It was Margaret.She walked inside as though the house belonged to her. She did not knock. She did not call out. She did

The black car rolled slowly to a stop in front of a massive building. The night was deep and heavy, with darkness stretching in every direction. Only the glow of the lamps at the entrance gave light to the place. Tall pillars rose at the front, making it look more like a grand restaurant or a palace than a private house.The building stood silent. Too silent. No voices, no footsteps, not even music floated in the air. It was so quiet it almost felt abandoned.Morrison stepped out of the car first. His polished shoes crunched softly against the gravel as he walked. A smile curved his lips, the kind of smile that looked too calm for such a silent night.Karvel followed next, his sharp eyes moving around, scanning every corner. He never trusted quiet places. Florida stepped out last, her dress brushing against the door as she moved. Her face was calm, but her steps were slower, a little hesitant, as though her instincts told her something wasn’t right.The three of them stood in front of