Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 162

MAYA

After everything, my mother and I ended up on the streets with nowhere to go. It was a feeling of helplessness that I can't quite put into words. But then, just when things seemed bleakest, the man we met the other day unexpectedly pulled up beside us. He offered us a place to stay.

It was a small apartment, nothing luxurious, but it had four walls and a roof and that was enough. I didn't care whose apartment it was or how he'd managed to arrange it; all that mattered was that my mother and I were no longer out in the cold. As we settled in, my mother broke the silence. "Do you think we should set up a GoFundMe account?" she asked.

I felt my frustration flare up. "With what reputation?" I shot back, unable to hide my irritation. "After everything that's been said online? Do you think people are going to do anything other than mock us?" She didn't seem to grasp that things had changed. Maybe, back when we still had people's sympathy, it could've worked. But now? Now it felt too late.

Just then, the front door creaked open, and the young man stepped into the living room. I looked at him for a moment, trying to put a name to his face. "What was your name again?" I finally asked, realizing I didn't even know who this stranger was who'd offered us shelter in our time of need.

Clover dropped a bottle of water onto the table, then settled into his seat, picking up his plate with a quiet sigh. "Clover."

I let the name sink in, intrigued by its unusualness. "Clover," I repeated. "So, why do you have it out for the Williams family? And why go out of your way to help me?"

He shrugged, a bitter smirk playing on his lips. "Isn't it obvious?" he murmured, his voice filled with an old resentment. "They tore my life apart, just like they did yours. And all because I dared to want even a taste of the privileges they hoard for themselves." Oh... maybe this is an avenue to use this to my favor. "So... do you have a plan? A way to take them down? Lily and Ryan, specifically?"

A spark flickered in his eyes as he nodded. "Oh, I've got the perfect way," he said, savoring the words as he spoke them. He carefully set his plate aside, replaced the lid, and grabbed one of the water bottles he'd brought with him. "There's a guy named Jake," he continued, "someone who despises them as much as we do. And he once told me that the most effective way to hurt them... is to target what they cherish most." Clover paused, letting his words sink in. "Their kids."

My eyes widened, and I felt my stomach churn. "You want to abduct their children?" I whispered, the enormity of it hitting me hard.

Clover shook his head, his expression dark. "No, not abduct. I'm talking about silencing them-permanently. They took away the one person I cared about, and I'm going to make them feel that same loss."

on my food, feeling a rush of fear

nonchalantly. "I'm not asking you to be involved. I've already set

considered an accomplice if anyone found out? Just knowing about this-being aware and doing nothing-was enough to make me guilty in the eyes of

I'm not getting caught," he promised, his tone calm and confident. "I didn't come out of prison just to

I took a long drink, trying to swallow the knot of food and anxiety caught in my throat. My mind raced,

agree to this," my mother's voice broke through my

shot her a sharp glare. "Shut up,"

to weigh in here, not when I was the one fighting tooth and nail to build life out of the pieces she'd let crumble. After all the struggles I'd endured, I wasn't about to take advice from the person who'd failed

to Clover, I raised an eyebrow. "For someone who's fresh out of prison," I said, "you seem

and there was a desperation in his gaze that made me pause. He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. "Listen," he said, "just hear me out. Let me tell you exactly what the plan is. I promise if you still don't want in, I'll leave you out of it. No

a part of me

a stubborn desire to know what Clover had in mind-got the better of me. Maybe it was the lure of power or maybe just

hear it. What exactly

aren't any of your concern," he said bluntly. "Where you come in is afterward-when Ryan and Lily are broken, mourning the loss of their children. While they're drowning in grief, you quietly move in and take whatever you can before they even

words. "So, basically, I just sit tight, wait until

replied. "It's

clear. "Fine," I said, waving a hand around the room. "But

"You don't have

forward, meeting his eyes. "And when you get caught don't even think about mentioning my

heart. "I don't drag