Her coworkers warned her early on about the boss’s wandering eyes. “That man thinks his bank account makes him irresistible,” one of the waitresses whispered. “If he’s nice to you, it’s not because he’s generous. He’s… fishing.” Lila brushed it off. She wasn’t there to make friends, and she certainly wasn’t there to entertain advances…. CONTINUE READING »
When Nia takes her daughter to a long-awaited family gathering, she expects joy and connection, not the sting of exclusion. As tensions flare by the sparkling pool, one moment forces Nia to face how much her sister has changed… and to decide what family lines she won’t let be crossed. It’d been too long since… CONTINUE READING »
When my sister, Lena, invited us to her estate for a poolside afternoon, it felt like the perfect chance to reconnect. Vince and I wanted Zoe to bond with her cousins, and this seemed like the ideal spot. Zoe, our little sunshine, as Vince called her, was eight, bright-eyed, and endlessly curious. She loved swimming… CONTINUE READING »
It was a far cry from when she’d let her old dog nap in the bathtub just for fun. I wanted to believe Lena was happy, but sometimes she felt like a stranger. I wondered if she noticed it herself—the careful way she spoke, like she was matching someone else’s standards. The drive took us… CONTINUE READING »
“She’s gonna love it, Nia,” he said, glancing at Zoe in the rearview mirror. “I know,” I said, though a knot tightened in my stomach. “I just hope Lena remembers what’s important. She’s living this fancy life now… so different from how we grew up.” When the mansion came into view, Zoe pressed her nose… CONTINUE READING »
Tina and Jett were Lena’s kids from her first marriage, and they seemed to fit right into their new life with Finn. Their dad had been distant, drifting in and out until he left for another state chasing a “new start,” as Lena called it, leaving no room for his kids. Vince squeezed Zoe’s hand… CONTINUE READING »
James Reynolds had learned to live in the rhythm of quiet days. After the sudden d.e.a.th of his wife, Laura, nearly five years ago, he had devoted himself entirely to raising their two children, Sophie and Lucas. Life had settled into a predictable pattern: school drop-offs, grocery trips, weekend soccer games, and calm evenings reading… CONTINUE READING »
It was a Friday afternoon when James decided to take the kids to a small diner downtown. They had been cooped up all week due to a particularly wet spring, and he thought a casual lunch might lift their spirits. The diner was modest—a red-checkered cloth on each table, a bell above the door that… CONTINUE READING »
Lucas, never one to be outdone by his sister, added, “And I want a burger!” James smiled, happy to indulge them, and nodded toward the waitress who appeared with a notepad in hand. That was when it happened. “Dad… the waitress looks like Mom,” Sophie whispered, wide-eyed. James froze mid-step, a sudden chill climbing his… CONTINUE READING »
His heart pounded, an icy panic gripping him. He blinked, convinced his mind was playing tricks. But she was real, standing there with a menu in her hand, smiling politely at another customer. Laura had been gone for nearly a decade. The funeral, the grief, the empty house—they were all painfully real. James swallowed hard…. CONTINUE READING »