Chapter 3
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The sun spilled golden light over the bay, glinting off the waters that cradled San Francisco. The fog had lifted early that morning, leaving the city startlingly clear, the bridge stretching across the horizon.
Emilia pushed the stroller along the Embarcadero, her hair lifted by the breeze, her steps steady and purposeful. Three years had passed since the day her life shattered beneath the weight of silence. Three years since Alexander Cross had vanished.
The city had changed her. The timid bride who once trembled in satin had been forged into someone tougher, leaner, and, though she barely admitted it, lonelier.
The world thought she’d run away after the scandal. But she hadn’t. She’d stayed, built a life brick by brick, and when whispers of pity followed her through downtown, she lifted her chin and carried on.
The stroller wobbled as her son, Daniel, kicked against the footrest. At three years old, he was all energy, mischief, and laughter. His blue eyes, exactly like his father Alexander's, locked on the pigeons scrambling across the pavement, and he squealed with delight.
“Mama! Birds!” he cried, pointing.
Emilia smiled, her chest aching with the familiar mixture of joy and sorrow. “Yes, sweetheart. Birds.”
Daniel was her anchor, her reason. Every sleepless night, every moment of despair, she’d clung to him. And though she never said his father’s name aloud, Daniel was a piece of Alexander she refused to let the world erase.
They paused near a café, where the scent of espresso drifted through the air. Emilia tucked a stray curl behind her ear, her thoughts straying—unwanted, unbidden—to the man she once loved.
Where are you, Alex? Did you ever think of me? Of us?
She shook the thought away. Hope had been her enemy, a chain that kept her from moving on. She couldn’t afford it anymore.
Inside the café, Sofia waved her over. Her best friend had never left her side through the scandal, the pregnancy, or the quiet rebirth of Emilia’s life. Sofia ran a successful gallery now, her dark hair swept into a stylish bun, her lipstick bold against her glowing skin.
“You’re late,” Sofia teased as Emilia parked the stroller beside the table.
“Daniel wanted to chase pigeons,” Emilia replied, rolling her eyes affectionately.
Daniel grinned, crumbs already smearing his cheeks as Sofia handed him a muffin from the counter.
Emilia sat down, grateful for the warmth of the coffee pressed into her hands. For a while, they talked of ordinary things—Sofia’s gallery opening, a new client Emilia was courting for her freelance design work, and Daniel’s growing vocabulary.
But then Sofia leaned in, her tone softening. “Emi… I need to ask. Have you ever thought about dating again?”
Emilia froze, the coffee halfway to her lips. “Dating?”
“Yes,” Sofia pressed gently. “It’s been three years. You deserve happiness. You can’t live in Alex’s shadow forever.”
Her chest tightened. “It’s not about shadows. It’s about… unfinished business. I don’t even know what happened to him. How can I move on when I don’t have answers? I don’t have closure.”
Sofia reached across the table, squeezing her hand. “Sometimes there aren’t answers. Sometimes people leave, and that’s the answer. Don’t let your life stall because of a ghost.”
Emilia looked away, her throat thick. Sofia meant well, but she didn’t understand. Alexander wasn’t just a man who walked away. He was her soulmate, the love of her life, her almost husband, and the father of her child. His absence still hummed like an open wound beneath her skin.
Before she could respond, Daniel giggled, his muffin crumbling into pieces on the table. His joy was contagious, and Emilia let the heaviness slip from her shoulders, if only for a moment.
They finished their coffee, Sofia heading off to her gallery, Emilia steering Daniel’s stroller back toward their apartment in Pacific Heights. The neighborhood was a far cry from the grand estates of the Cross family, but it was hers—bright, sunlit rooms filled with plants and sketches, a safe haven built on resilience.
By the time evening fell, Daniel was curled against her side, his soft breaths steady as he drifted to sleep. Emilia stroked his hair, staring out the window at the city lights.
Life was quieter now, steadier. Some nights, she even believed she was content.
But that illusion shattered the next morning.
It began with a phone call.
Emilia was sketching at her small desk, Daniel stacking blocks on the rug beside her, when the shrill ring broke the calm. She responded without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
Silence at first. Then a male voice, low and unfamiliar, crackled across the line.
“You should stop asking questions about Alexander Cross.”
Her blood ran cold. “What? Who is this?”
The voice didn’t answer. Just a click, and the line went dead.
Emilia sat frozen, the receiver pressed to her ear, her heart hammering in her chest. She hadn’t asked questions. Not in years. She had deliberately stopped.
So why was someone warning her now?
She turned, her eyes landing on Daniel, who was stacking blocks with innocent focus. A chill swept over her, maternal instinct rising sharp and fierce.
This wasn’t over. Alexander’s shadow hadn’t vanished. It was reaching for her again, through strangers, through silence.
And somewhere deep inside, a truth flickered, one she had buried for too long.
Maybe Alexander hadn’t chosen to leave after all. Something may have happened to him.
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