Five siblings, catapulted into chaos.
Striving hard to create a grounded foundation amidst a cruel world, hoping that building walls will protect them against the hungry hands trying to tear them into pieces. They only ever wanted to love and be lo...
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"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll be at the hotel if you wanna say goodbye ...," Jordan read Lydia's text.
The fact that she was the one that reached out to him first made him feel like a coward. They didn't exactly leave on good terms, and he was man enough to admit it was partly his fault. He shouldn't have approached the subject the way he did.
The question remained, what the hell was going on between him and Lydia? What started as a friendly encounter of reconciling and reminiscing, turned into an intimate relationship. Jordan wasn't one to jump the boat when it comes to getting close to the opposite sex. It was the main difference between him and Tristan. His brother didn't believe in love, especially not one that lasted. Commitment scared Tristan off, short term flings were more his thing.
Jordan however had had a taste of true love. Millie was his one and only. He had been given proof that 'the one' wasn't a myth, it was real. But what are the odds that there could be another one?
Jordan had visited Millie's grave again early in the morning when the sun hadn't risen yet. He talked to her, asked her if she knew what to do because he had no clue.
He was scared. Scared he was using Lydia to replace someone he'd never get back again. Scared she was doing the same to him. He was clever enough to know grief never ends. But it changes. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Maybe Lydia was his ticket out of that state of mind.
Jordan took another minute staring at the text message. He didn't know how to respond, still torn between 'if it's meant to be it will be' and 'if you want it, go get it'. He shoved his phone back in his pocket, allowing time to decide instead.
Figuring Carla would still be in bed this early in the morning, Jordan used a spare key his mother didn't know he owned and let himself in. The strong smell of coffee caught him off guard. He followed the sound of two female voices, one belonging to Carla, the other was a mystery. It appeared like they were having fun, laughing and chattering like a pair of childhood friends.
It was a pretty brunette that had caught his eye first. Her lips parted as she paused midsentence. With an air of nonchalance, she boldly let her sultry gaze take in the sight in front of her. Jordan wasn't fazed. What really bothered him is why a woman half his mother's age was hanging out with Carla.
Momentarily distracted by the stranger, Jordan failed to notice his mother swiping something off the kitchen table. She jumped out of her chair and shoved the envelopes of cash in one of the drawers. She closed it with her hip, keeping it shut by continuing to stand there.
"Good morning, Jordan." Carla cleared her throat, trying to ease her erratic heartbeat at nearly getting caught.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No, we were just ... just talking." Carla's eyes quickly flickered to Charlie, a silent warning. She then forced a smile as she addressed her son. "Didn't expect you to show up this early in the morning."
