Eddie stood outside Jennifer’s bedroom door, hesitating. It had been days since Frank’s death, and Jennifer had barely left her room. She hadn’t spoken much to anyone, and the toll it was taking on her was evident in the way she had stopped managing the businesses she normally oversaw. Her once vibrant energy had been replaced by a shadow of who she used to be, and Eddie couldn’t bear to see his sister like this any longer.He knocked softly on the door, waiting for some response, but only silence greeted him. He knocked again, a little louder this time. “Jen, it’s me,” he said gently. “Can I come in?”For a long moment, there was nothing, but then he heard the soft shuffle of movement from inside the room. The door creaked open just enough for Eddie to slip inside.Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes puffy from what looked like hours of crying. She was dressed in the same clothes she’d worn for days, and her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. The sight of her, so d
As Eddie and Jennifer strolled outside, the cool evening air brushed against their faces. It had been a long time since Jennifer had left the confines of her room, and Eddie was relieved to see her out in the open, even if the weight of grief still clung to her like a heavy cloak.They walked in silence for a while, the only sound being the crunch of gravel underfoot. Eddie could feel Jennifer’s reluctance, her slow steps telling him how much it took for her to be here. But this was progress, and he was grateful for any sign that his sister was beginning to heal.After a while, Jennifer spoke, her voice quiet but clear. “I don’t know if I can ever really get back to who I was, Eddie.”Eddie glanced at her, his heart heavy with empathy. “You don’t have to be exactly who you were before, Jen. Losing Frank… it’s going to change you. It’s changed all of us. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find a way forward.”Jennifer hugged herself as they walked, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “It’s jus
Eddie sat in his office, the soft hum of the computer filling the room as he leaned back in his chair, reflecting on his conversation with Jennifer earlier. For weeks, she had been avoiding any kind of social interaction, retreating deeper into herself after Frank’s death. It had been painful to watch, but today, Eddie had finally made some progress.Jennifer had agreed to join him for dinner—but under one condition. It had to be at home. No fancy restaurants, no outings. She wasn’t ready for that yet.Eddie knew this was a small victory. Jennifer wasn’t fully herself, not yet, but it was a step in the right direction. And if Andrew was as serious as he claimed to be about helping their family and their business, this could be the right moment to bring him closer. But how would Jennifer react to him?With a sigh, Eddie picked up his phone and dialed Andrew’s number. After a few rings, Andrew’s smooth voice answered.“Eddie, how’s it going?”“Good,” Eddie replied, trying to keep his to
Eddie sat at the dining table, staring at the remnants of dinner that remained untouched. His mind swirled with the events of the evening, Andrew’s unexpected confession, Jennifer’s quiet withdrawal, and the underlying tension that clung to the air ever since Frank’s death. It had been months, but Jennifer had remained trapped in her grief, retreating from the world. And now, with Andrew showing interest in her, Eddie felt conflicted about pushing her further toward healing.Jennifer’s door was still closed. Eddie stood up, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to her room. He knew what he had to do, even though he wasn’t sure how she would react. He knocked softly on her door.“Jen? Can we talk?”There was a long silence before Jennifer’s voice came through, muffled and hesitant. “What do you want, Eddie?”“I just want to check on you,” he replied. “After everything tonight… I feel like we need to talk.”The door opened slowly, and Jennifer stood there, her eyes red from
Jennifer sat up in bed, her heart pounding. She could still feel Frank’s presence lingering in the air around her, though she knew it was only a dream. It had felt so real—the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch. She rubbed her hands over her face, trying to steady herself. The dream had been so vivid, so full of emotions she hadn’t allowed herself to feel since his death.In the dream, Frank had appeared to her in a soft golden light, standing by the window where she always waited for him when he would come home late from work. He hadn’t spoken at first, just smiled at her with that comforting expression he always had. Then, he’d stepped closer, taking her hand in his and saying words she hadn’t expected to hear.“You have to let me go, Jen,” he’d said gently. “I’m not here anymore, but you are. And you need to live.”Tears welled up in her eyes as she had stared at him, unable to find her voice. How could she let him go? How could she ever say goodbye to the person who had b
The evening had gone better than Jennifer had expected. Andrew had been nothing but kind, respectful, and charming throughout dinner. His stories about his struggles finding a partner resonated with her more than she’d anticipated, and she found herself intrigued by him in a way she hadn’t been with anyone since Frank. It was unexpected, but also comforting.“You know,” Andrew said as they finished their dessert, leaning back in his chair with a smile, “I never thought dating would be so difficult. For someone in my position, people often assume I have it easy. But honestly, it’s been hard to find someone who’s not interested in me for my money or family name.”Jennifer nodded, understanding more than she cared to admit. “I can imagine. It must be exhausting, trying to figure out if people like you for who you are or what you have.”“It is,” Andrew agreed. “But tonight, it doesn’t feel like that. You’ve been… refreshing, Jennifer. I feel like I can just be myself around you.”Jennifer
"Why did you follow us, Eddie? Do you really think Jennifer can't handle herself?" Andrew's voice was calm but tinged with frustration as they stood outside the restaurant, away from Jennifer, who was still shaken from the attack.Eddie ran his hand through his hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "It's not that I don't trust her," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the ground. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about what happened with Frank. I should have protected him, and now he's gone."Andrew’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Frank’s death wasn’t your fault, Eddie. You know that, right? It wasn’t something you could have predicted.”Eddie’s fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I was there, Andrew. I should’ve done something—anything—to stop it. But I didn’t. I didn’t react in time, and Frank died because of me. Jennifer… she lost him because of me.”Andrew stepped closer, placing a hand on Eddie's shoulder. “I understand the guilt you're carrying, but following Jennifer around like
Eddie walked back to the car with Andrew, his mind still spinning from their conversation. The idea of Jennifer moving in with Andrew was something he never would have imagined just days ago. But tonight had opened his eyes to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, it could be good for her.They found Jennifer standing by the car, her arms crossed as she waited for them. Her eyes immediately narrowed as she saw them approaching. “What were you two talking about?” she asked, suspicion creeping into her voice.Eddie and Andrew exchanged a quick glance before Eddie spoke. “We were just talking about tonight,” Eddie said, trying to keep his voice casual. “And about what’s next.”Jennifer raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘what’s next’?”Andrew stepped forward, his tone gentle. “Jennifer, I’ve been thinking a lot about everything you’ve been going through. I want to h