Morrison stood outside Florida’s house for a long moment before pushing the door open. He did not bother to knock. When he stepped into the living room, the air was silent. Too silent.Florida stood by the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She did not turn to him at first, as if keeping her back to him made things easier. When she finally faced him, her expression was calm in a strange, cold way.“Why did you call me?” Morrison asked. His voice was deeper than usual, rough from all the nights he had spent crying and pretending not to cry.Florida swallowed. “I called you here… to tell you I’m sorry.”Morrison laughed, but it wasn’t real laughter. It was the kind that came from pain. “Sorry? That’s all? You think a single sorry can fix everything?”She looked down. Morrison stepped closer, anger and hurt burning inside him like fire.“Florida,” he said, “who are you? All this time you pretended. Not only to me—you pretended to everyone. You faked everything. Even your

Karvel paced back and forth in his room before finally picking up his phone. He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dialed Morrison’s number. The call rang for a long time, long enough for Karvel to think Morrison wouldn’t answer. But just when he was about to end the call, Morrison finally picked up.“You don’t have to hang up on me, Morrison” Karvel said quietly. Karvel closed his eyes and sighedMorrison voice sounded tired, almost weak, as if he had been struggling with his emotions all day.There was a short silence between them, the kind that carried too many unspoken feelings. Karvel finally cleared his throat and spoke again.“When can we meet?” he asked.“Anywhere you want, Young Master,” Morrison replied immediately. His tone was respectful, but there was pain hidden underneath the formality.Karvel frowned. He didn’t want that old distance between them. “Where exactly are you right now?” he asked.“I’m just at home,” Morrison answered. “Sitting alone beside the

Karvel pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside the house. His whole body felt heavy, as if he had carried a mountain all night. His eyes were tired. His head was filled with confusion and fear. The living room was quiet.Elena was sitting on the couch, her hands tightly wrapped around a pillow. The moment she saw him, she stood up so fast that the pillow fell to the floor. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for hours. Her lips trembled, her chest rising and falling with anger.“Karvel,” she said in a sharp voice. “Where did you sleep last night?”Karvel froze. His heart stopped for a second. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to even begin.He opened his mouth to speak, but Elena walked closer, her eyes burning with anger.“I asked you a question,” she said again, slower this time. “Where. Did. You. Sleep?”“Elena, please,” Karvel said softly. “Let me explain—”He didn’t finish.Her hand flew across his face, striking him so hard the sound ech

Patricia walked slowly down the hallway of the police station, her wrists still locked in cold metal handcuffs. The officers on both sides of her didn’t speak. Their footsteps echoed against the walls, mixing with the low buzz of phones ringing and voices talking in offices. She had been in custody for days, and every second had felt like a year.She didn’t know what was about to happen. She didn’t know if they were taking her somewhere worse or if this was a trick. Her mind was full of questions she didn’t have answers to.When they reached Inspector Thomas’s office, he looked up with a calm face.“Release her,” he said.The officers immediately removed the handcuffs from Patricia’s wrists. The metal clicked open, and her hands fell free. For a moment, she simply stared at her bare wrists, rubbing the red marks the cuffs had left behind.The officers also handed her the small plastic bag containing her belongings—her phone, wallet, and the few things she had with her when she was arr

Patricia stared into Elena’s eyes. Her hands were shaking, and her voice trembled as she spoke. “How is he feeling now?” she asked softly, almost like she was afraid to hear the answer. Her eyes were red, and it looked like she could cry at any moment.Elena, the doctor, gave her a small, calm smile. “He’s getting better. He will be discharged tomorrow,” she said. Then she nodded politely and walked away, leaving the family in the quiet hospital hallway.Patricia released a long breath she had been holding. Her shoulders dropped in relief. Before she could say anything, Robert moved closer to her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder—a small gesture, but it surprised her because he had not shown her affection in a long time.“I’m really sorry,” Robert said quietly. His voice was heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry for not being a good husband… and for not being a good father either. I promise to change from now on.”Patricia didn’t speak immediately. She just nodded slowly. She had heard