Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

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That night, sleep cluded Emma as the words of Jalen replayed in her mind like an echo, reminding her of his pitiable request. She sincerely wanted to be able to help him, but doing to would only mean putting at risk the stability and safety she had fought to give her children. Her family would have to cine first, and heavy-hearted, she made the decision to push the request by Jaden to the back of her mind.

The following morning dawned peacefully. The sun shone brightly, and the beaming smiles of her twins warmed her up inside. Having seen Ethan off at daycare, Eimma took Emily to be appointment at Blackthorn Hospital. When she was sure that Emily was in the care of her medical teams, Emma made her way to Brianna's room. She found Brianna sitting by the window looking very fragile, serming lost in thought. As Emmeared her, she felt worried.

"Mother, are you alright?" she asked softly, taking Briana's frail hand in her own.

Brianna's eyes softened, but there was a hint of sadness in them. Where is Alexander? I have not seen you both together lately."

Emma's heart sank, knowing that Brianna was in precarious health and that the knowledge that she was separated from Alexander might be more than she could handle. She had never discussed the present status of her marriage with her to added concern. save Brianna from an

"Alexander has been busy with work," she said quietly. "But he will see you soon. I promise.

Brianna sighed loudly, her fragile fingers lying in Emma's. "Emu, I want grandchildren. I don't know how much time I have left

Emma felt her throat tighten, but she made a reassuring smile. Mother, don't say that. You're here, and I'm here with you. We have time."

Brianna's gaze

dreamy as she stared out the window. "I need to talk to you and your husband. I want grandkids." These words by Brianna weighed upon Emma. She silently wished she could be open with Brianna for once and tell her about her four-year-old grandchildren, but she knew she could. That was the last thing she would ever do. She couldn't risk exposing herself and letting Alexander forcefully take her kids

head to find Alexander standing there, dressed flawlessly and as magnetic as ever. The tide of memories filled her brain,

her old self seeming to swim to the surface and light up her entire face. "Come,

quickened as Alexander crossed the room, his eyes inscrutable as he approaches.

several inches separating them, but it felt suffocating.

eyes sparkling with quiet satisfaction. "It's good

inch of her skin acutely aware of him. She sat in silence, afraid that motions bubbling inside her. Brianna's happiness weighed on her. even a glance in his direction might betray the swirl of filling her with a strange mixture of guilt and longing, as if just

clouded by fear, her voice low but urgent. "Sir, your attention is needed outside, and you too, ma'am," she said, looking from Alexander to

opened, and

furrowed in confusion, and her heart turned uneasy suddenly. Why would

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well worth the urgency yet rose wardlessly to her feet, following Alexander from the room. She kept a slight distance between them, her mind

there was a surge of people towards pouring glasses. Emma blinked, utterly bewildered, her yes jumping from one unknown face to another, trying to make out what was going on. And

that same, all-too-familiar smugness. She was the picture of a conqueror, her eyes gleaming as she strode toward them with a money bouquet,

card. She had waited all evening, only for him to turn up late, exhausted and indifferent, and to brush her off with a

reacted. He was too thrilled, too comfortable. Annie snaked her arms around his neck; her face lit with that kind of devotion that Emma had once

without you, Alexander, Annie coord, her voice dripping as sweet as syrup as she turned and gave a triumphant glance over Alexander's shoulder at Emma. Happy birthday to the best man in the world." And in the blink of an eye, before Emma could even have time to bat an eyelash, Annie pulled him into a kiss, her lips pressing insistently against

convinced herself time and again that she was over Alexander, that he no longer had any power over her. And yet, here she was, watching him kiss another woman, her heart buckling under the weight of his betrayal. It felt like a cruel joke, a wound that was never allowed to heal. And the ultimate fright of it all, Alexander's arm went around Annie, drawing her closer and deeper into