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
Eddie left the warehouse with the weight of the killing pressing down on him. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the act he had just committed was physically binding him to the ground. The streets of New York were still buzzing with life as they always were, completely unaware of the fact that one more man had been snuffed out, his life ended in the shadows. Eddie was no stranger to violence, but this felt different. It was personal in a way he couldn’t fully understand, not just because of Frank but because of what it said about him, about the man he had become.The subway ride back to his apartment was a blur. He kept his head down, staring at the patterns of dirt and grime on the floor. The city moved around him, passengers entering and exiting, the noise a dull hum in his ears. A mother struggled to keep her child in her seat a few rows down, an old man tapped his cane nervously as he waited for his stop, and teenagers laughed, completely oblivious to the world around the
Eddie stood on the porch long after Jennifer and Andrew’s car disappeared from view. The fading sound of the engine echoed in his mind as he struggled to grasp the reality of his sister leaving, even if just temporarily. It was the first real step Jennifer had taken since Frank’s death, and Eddie was proud of her—though a knot of worry twisted in his stomach. As Eddie finally turned to go back inside the house, the emptiness hit him harder than expected. The house had been quiet since Frank’s passing, but knowing Jennifer was somewhere within those walls had been his small source of comfort. Now, with her gone, it felt like he was alone with his thoughts—and those thoughts were relentless.He couldn’t shake the nagging guilt about Frank. Despite the many reassurances from others, Eddie couldn’t let go of the idea that Frank’s death was somehow his fault. It had been a fluke accident, a terrible twist of fate, but Eddie had been there. He had seen it happen, powerless to stop it. And
Eddie paced back and forth in his living room, a nagging feeling creeping over him since he hadn’t heard from Jennifer all day. His phone buzzed on the table, and he snatched it up, hoping it was his sister.It wasn’t.Andrew’s name flashed across the screen.“Andrew,” Eddie answered, his voice tight with suspicion. “Where are you and Jennifer? She was supposed to go to the mall with you.”There was a pause on the other end before Andrew’s calm voice replied, “Change of plans. We’re not going to the mall anymore.”Eddie’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Where are you going?”“We’re on our way to the airport,” Andrew said, as if it were the most casual thing in the world. Eddie’s heart pounded in his chest. “The airport? What the hell, Andrew? What are you talking about?”Andrew sighed, and Eddie could hear the hum of the car engine in the background. “Look, Eddie, Jennifer’s been struggling. She needs a break, and I thought it would be good for her to get away from all the noise. I
"Jennifer, are you sure you want to do this?" Eddie's voice was steady, but his eyes were full of concern as he stood in the doorway of her room. "I know you're trying to move on, but running away with Andrew isn’t the answer."Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. "Eddie, it’s not about running away. It’s about finding peace. You don’t understand how suffocating it’s been for me here."Eddie took a step inside, leaning against the doorframe. "I get it, I really do. Losing Frank hit you hard, but disappearing with Andrew, someone you barely know? That’s not going to make the pain go away."Jennifer shook her head. "He’s offering me an escape. A break from all the memories. Maybe it’s what I need to finally let go of Frank."Eddie sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. "I just don’t trust him, Jen. There’s something about Andrew that feels… off. I don’t want you getting hurt again."Jennifer stood up, frustration bubbling in her che