Chapter 4%
New York City is nothing like home. The towering buildings, the blinding lights, the endless crowds–I should feel lost in all of this, but the truth is, I’ve been lost long before I stepped foot in this city
I came here with one goal. Find Liam, Take him back. Make Ethan pay
But New York is massive, and Ethan is nowhere to be found. I try everything. I go to his old office, only to find out he resigned. I visit places I think he might be, hoping I’ll run into him. I even call every single contact I have, but no one knows where he went. Or maybe they do. They just won’t tell me.
And then Ethan does the one thing that truly crushes me. He blocks me. No calls. No texts. No emails. Nothing. It’s like I never ensted
I sit in a cheap motel room, staring at my phone, my fingers trembling as I try to call him for the hundredth time.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
I throw the phone against the wall. My chest heaves. My heart aches.
I lost my son. I lost my mother. I have nothing
I don’t know how long I stay in that room. Maybe days. Maybe weeks. The money I brought with me is running out, but I don’t care. I don’t feel anything anymore.!!
Until I get the message that finally breaks me.X
A video. From a number I don’t recognize
I almost don’t open it until I see the sender’s name.
Trisha Caldwell.
Ethan’s sister.
My blood runs cold.
I press play. The screen flickers, and then-
Liam.
but it only lasts a second. Because then
My beautiful son, sitting on a couch with his favorite stuffed bear. Relief washes over me, but it
hear it
“Mommy, can we o
go to the park?”
Not my voice. Not me.
Olivie
She smiles, tucking Liam’s hair behind his ear like she’s known him forever “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”
Liam beams at her. At her.
I choke. I press a hand to my mouth, shaking as the video continues. Liam–my
my son–leans into her, lets her kiss his forehead. Like
she’s his real mother.
I let out a strangled scream and hurl the phone across the room, Everything inside me shatters into pieces. Ethan didn’t just take Liam. He erased me from his life completely.
be
I stumble to the bathroom, gripping the sink as I stare at my reflection. Hollow eyes. Chapped lips. A ghost of the woman I used to
I grip my hair, tugging hard, my breath coming out in ragged sobs. 1 can’t do this,” I whisper. “I can’t–I can’t-
The walls close in. My legs give out
And then everything fades to black.
I don’t remember how I end up on the streets. One moment, I’m in that motel. The next, I’m wandering through the city, numb and
empty
The money ran out days ago. I stopped eating. Stopped sleeping. Stopped caring.
I sit on a cold pavement, my arms wrapped around my legs, watching people pass by like I don’t exist. Because I don’t. Not anymore
“Life is funny, isn’t it?
The voice comes from beside me. I tum my head slightly and see an old man sitting next to me, his beard long, his clothes
ragged.
I say nothing.
He chuckles. “You’re young. Pretty. You look like someone who lost everything.”
I scoff. “And you look like someone who has nothing to lose.“I
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” he says, smiling. “I had everything once.“7
I don’t know why, but I keep listening. Maybe because he’s the first person to talk to me in days. Maybe because I just need someone -anyone–to distract me from the unbearable pain. I
He tells me stories. About life, love, betrayal. And I tell him nothing
Until one night, when I finally break. I
“I lost my son,” I whisper
He tells me stones. About life, love, betrayal. And I tell him nothing
Until one night, when I finally break.
“I lost my son.” I whisper
The old man goes silent.
Anty coffee cup
I swallow hard, staring at the empty
foreign in my mouth, like they belong to someone else.
my hands. “My husband–ex–husband–took him. He replaced me.” The words feel
The old man studies me for a long moment. Then, he pats my shoulder. “You want him back?“W
I let out a broken laugh. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I do!
“Then get up.”
blink “What?”
He gestures at me. “Get up. You won’t get him back by sitting here feeling sorry for yourself.”
Anger flares in my chest. “You don’t understand–1
“I understand perfectly,” he interrupts, his eyes sharp. “You lost. You’re broken. But you aren’t dead. And as long as you’re breathing, you fight”
Something about his voice–his presence–makes me pause. He’s not just some homeless old man, is he?
Before I can ask, he stands up.
“Come with me
And for some reason, Idol
His house is massive. No. Not a house. A mansion.
stare in shock as he pushes open the grand doors, revealing a space so luxurious it looks like it belongs in a movie.
I turn to him, baffled. “What the hell-?”
He smirks. “I never said I was actually homeless.”
I gape at him
“Richard Blackwood,” he says, extending a hand. The richest man in America”
My mouth drops open. I know that name. Everyone does.
“But–but-
He chuckles. “I like to go out and pretend sometimes. It reminds me of what’s real. And sometimes. I meet people like you. People who need help
I stare at him, unable to process anything..
“Why me?” I whisper.
His smile softens. “Because I see fire in you, Claire. You just need
someone to bring it back to life.”
I don’t know what to say. For the first time in a long time. I feel something other than pain.
Hope 3
“Stay here,” he says. “I’ll take care of you. And when you’re strong enough…”
His eyes glint!
“You’ll take back what’s yours.”
A slow, burning determination rises in my chest.
I lift my chin, my fingers curling into fists.
Liam
I’m coming for you
