Months had passed, and life had returned to its predictable rhythm. Savannah and Blaze continued their days as they always had-him, the ever-loving husband, and her, the devoted wife and doctor.
But beneath the surface of their seemingly normal life, there were cracks that Savannah was determined to ignore.
And then today arrived.
Her son's memorial day.
Like every year, they made the silent drive to the graveyard, the tension hung thick in the air, just like every year before. Savannah had always come here with Blaze; she couldn't bear to do it alone. She needed him by her side—she didn't have the strength to face it on her own.
Once they arrived, Savannah felt that familiar heaviness in her chest, pressing down on her like an anchor. As she walked through the endless rows of headstones, her fingers clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms.
And then she spotted it.
The headstone stood there just as it always had—stark, cold, and unyielding—a cruel reminder of the loss she carried with her.
She took a shaky breath and lowered herself to her knees, her hand hovering over the engraved letters as if she could somehow reach through time and touch the little boy she once cradled in her arms.
"Theodore Miller."
Her son.
The only part of her heart that was lost forever.
Her fingers traced the name slowly, with a sense of reverence. The wind whispered softly around her, as if echoing his name back to her.
And then she saw it.
The date.
The year.
Something inside her hitched.
A cold, creeping dread slithered through her veins as her mind flung her back to the day she woke up in Blaze's mansion.
The day she learned her son was gone.
She had been unconscious. When she finally opened her eyes, she found herself in a strange place, surrounded by many unreadable faces. The news had hit her like a fog of grief and confusion. She hadn't been there. She hadn't seen him.
Why?
Her breath quickened as a terrifying thought struck her like a bolt of lightning.
What if everything—the unease, the missing pieces, the fear of uncovering the truth—was all leading her to here?
What if the truth she dreaded the most... was about Theodore?
Her hands gripped the grave tightly, her jaw set in a silent struggle.
She refused to shed anh tears.
She would not fall apart.
Not now.
Blaze stood behind her, watching and waiting. She could feel his presence like a shadow hovering over her, his quiet strength unwavering and steady.
She needed a moment.
"Can you get me some water?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.
Blaze paused, his fingers lightly brushing against her back, his touch warm—too warm. Too real.
"Of course, Ana." he replied softly before turning to go.
She watched him walk away, his figure shrinking, his steps slow and deliberate.
And then— finally, when he was far enough—her tears began to fall.
Hot. Silent. Unstoppable.
Her lips trembled as her fingers pressed harder against the cold stone, her vision blurring under the weight of her sorrow.
She was ready.
She was done being afraid.
She had held on for too long—clinging to comfort, clinging to the life she thought was real.
But for Theodore, for the son she had lost, she would confront the truth. She would stop being selfish.
It was time.
It was time to stop running.
It was time to give herself a reality check.
And this time, she would not look away.
Author's Note :
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