Calvin hesitated, his thumb hovering over the answer button. He knew the conversation that awaited him would be anything but easy. The quiet tension of the room seemed to thicken, pressing down on him like a physical weight. Alana’s eyes never left him, her gaze sharp and almost expectant, as if she knew what was coming.Finally, with a resigned sigh, Calvin accepted the call. Christina’s voice came through, soft and warm, a stark contrast to the cold tension that surrounded him. The sound of her voice, so familiar and comforting, was a temporary balm to the storm raging inside him."Calvin," Christina’s voice held a gentle concern, the kind that made his heart ache even more. "I haven’t heard from you in a while. How have you been?""I’m fine, Christina," Calvin replied, though the words felt hollow. He tried to infuse his tone with some semblance of normalcy, but even he could hear the strain in his voice. "You don’t need to worry about me."A brief silence followed, and Calvin coul
Calvin’s gaze was intense, his dark eyes locking onto Alana’s with a steely resolve. He stood tall, his posture rigid, as if bracing himself for the inevitable storm. His voice, low and measured, cut through the tension that hung thick in the air between them. “You need to stop with this jealousy, Alana,” he said, each word deliberately chosen, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “You have to accept the reality that the only reason I’m considering remarrying you is because of the agreement. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t even think about coming back to you.”Alana’s face flushed with anger, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the fury rising within her. She could feel the sting of tears at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Not in front of him. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure. “How can you be so cruel, Calvin?” she spa
Calvin glanced at his watch, the ticking of the second hand oddly loud in the otherwise quiet room. It was well past midnight, and the day’s events had taken a toll on him. The argument with Alana had drained him emotionally, leaving him feeling hollow and exhausted. The situation outside the hotel only added to his weariness—Han Xin’s men were still out there, prowling the streets with an air of menace, their intentions veiled in shadow. Calvin didn’t know exactly what they were after, but he knew enough to understand that stepping outside now could be a fatal mistake.With a heavy, resigned sigh, Calvin made the decision that they would stay put for the night. The last thing he needed was to expose Alana, and himself, to whatever dangers awaited them beyond the hotel’s doors. He turned to her, his voice tinged with exhaustion, his shoulders slumping slightly as if bearing an invisible weight. “We’ll stay here,” he said, trying to mask his weariness with a tone of authority. “It’s to
Calvin lay on the sofa, his body rigid, his eyes squeezed shut as if that alone could ward off the storm raging inside him. Sleep had teased him, pulling him into its embrace only to abandon him moments later. Now, he was left staring into the suffocating darkness of the hotel room, the weight of everything pressing down on him like a leaden blanket.He shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sofa’s lumpy cushions offered no solace. A sigh escaped his lips, the sound barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. What am I doing here? he wondered, the thought slipping unbidden into his mind.His thoughts spiraled, each one sharper than the last. The clinic, the place where he’d poured all his dreams and hopes, still sat unopened. It felt like a betrayal to his own ambitions, like watching a plant wither before it ever had the chance to bloom. “I promised them,” he whispered to the darkness, guilt clawing at his insides. “I promised them stability, a job, and
As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Calvin was already awake, his mind racing with a renewed sense of urgency. The events of the previous night had left him drained, both physically and emotionally, yet he couldn’t afford to linger in the hotel any longer. Alana still lay asleep on the bed, her form peaceful and undisturbed by the tension that gripped him. Calvin spared her one last glance before silently slipping out of the room, careful not to wake her.The hotel hallways were quiet, almost eerily so, as Calvin made his way to the exit. His footsteps were light, his senses sharp, as he scanned his surroundings. The threat of Han Xin’s men lingered in his mind, a shadow that followed him, making every movement feel like a gamble. Are they still out there? he wondered, his heart pounding with every step. He kept his head down, moving with purpose, hoping that if anyone was watching, they would dismiss him as just another traveler.Once outside, the cool morning air
Calvin’s heart pounded in his chest, its sound echoing in his ears as he stood rooted to the spot, his eyes fixed on Lizzie’s small, fragile form. The room had returned to its usual calm, but the air felt heavy with a strange energy, as if the unsettling events from moments ago still lingered, unseen but palpable. The memory of Lizzie’s glowing eyes and the eerie words she had spoken haunted him, replaying over and over in his mind. He tried to steady his breathing, but the adrenaline rushing through his veins refused to let him find peace.Suddenly, Lizzie jolted awake, her body shaking as she gasped for air, her small hands clutching at the sheets. The sight of her in such distress shattered Calvin’s paralysis, and he rushed to her side, dropping to his knees by the bed. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his voice filled with concern as he tried to bring her back to reality.“Lizzie, are you okay?” he asked, his tone soft but urgent. His eyes searched her face, desperate to f
Lizzie sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers gripping the pendant around her neck as though it might hold all the answers she desperately needed. The soft morning light filtering through the curtains cast a gentle warmth across the room, but it did little to ease the tension that clung to the air like a thick fog. Lizzie’s eyes, usually bright and full of life, were shadowed with unease as she looked up at Calvin, who stood by the door, lost in his own thoughts.“Calvin,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with doubt and uncertainty. “This pendant… it’s given prophetic messages before. Always prophetic, but… what’s different this time?”Calvin’s gaze flickered toward her, then quickly darted away as he blinked rapidly, his mind racing for answers he couldn’t find. He let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Lizzie,” he admitted, his voice heavy with frustration. He paced the room slowly, his footsteps soft against the carpet, but each
Lizzie and Calvin sat across from each other in the dimly lit living room, surrounded by a chaotic mess of their parents' old belongings. Boxes, scattered papers, worn photographs, and mysterious objects from their past lay strewn about, creating an atmosphere thick with frustration and confusion. They had been at it for hours, combing through everything, yet they were no closer to understanding the cryptic pieces of their family’s history. The weight of their parents' secrets pressed down on them, making the air feel heavy with unresolved mysteries.Lizzie sighed, flipping through her mother’s old journal, her eyes scanning the faded ink on the yellowing pages. “I’ve been through this a hundred times,” she muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “But none of it makes sense. It’s just… memories. Nothing about the pendant, nothing about the amulet. It’s like they were hiding everything from us.”Calvin glanced up from the small fragment of the amulet he held in his hands, his brow