Silas might not deserve me, but he deserved to know the truth about the child we had lost.
ou to the airport Silas‘ messages kept coming to rapid succession
1:03 PM
On the way to the airport, Silas‘ messages kept coming in rapid succession.
Silas: [Nina, I’m almost home. I can’t wait to see you.]
Silas: [What are you doing? Why aren’t you replying? I miss you so much today.]
The words appeared one after another, but they didn’t stir any emotion in me. Without hesitation, I turned off my phone and followed Lila to the car.
Silas had felt uneasy all day. His chest was heavy, like something terrible was just around the corner.
He couldn’t shake the feeling, which was why he rushed home the moment work ended. For the first time in five years, he made it home within ten
minutes.
“Nina, I missed you,” he called out as he opened the door, already imagining pulling her into his arms.
But the house felt off.
Nothing was out of place, yet it felt… empty. Lifeless.
And Nina wasn’t there to greet him.
“Nina?” he called again, his voice echoing in the silence.
He searched the entire house, but she was gone. Her things were gone too.
Panic clawed at him as he grabbed his phone to call her, but all he got was the automated message telling him her phone was off.
His chest tightened. He immediately called someone to track her location.
“Sir,” the person said hesitantly, “Ms. Grant disabled her tracking some time ago. We can’t locate her.”
Silas‘ heart sank. His eyes landed on the table, where a few papers were scattered.
Trembling, he picked them up.
The first was a pregnancy confirmation. The second, an abortion record.
His mind went blank.
“No… this can’t be right,” he muttered, his voice breaking.
The papers slipped from his hands, fluttering to the floor. Nina had been pregnant. She’d lost their child.
And he hadn’t even known.
Was that why she had left?
Then he thought of the news, the video. Nina had seemed so calm, too calm. He’d been so focused on damage control he hadn’t thought much of it.
Now he realized she hadn’t been calm. She’d been done.
Silas bolted from the house, heading straight for Lila’s place. Halfway there, Elyse called.
“Silas,” she said in a small voice, “Jude’s coughing badly. Can you come over? I’m scared.”
Her voice grated on him. For the first time, it felt like nails on a chalkboard.
“What is wrong with you?” he snapped. “Your son is sick, so just take him to the hospital. What do you need me for? Do I look like a doctor?”
Elyse went silent, clearly stunned.
Silas hung up and pressed harder on the gas.
When he reached Lila’s house, no one was there. The neighbors said she had left for the airport hours ago.
Which one? They didn’t know.
Panic clawed at him.
He had lost her, and with her, every chance at redemption.
The moment I turned my phone back on after landing, it lit up with dozens of missed calls and countless messages from Silas.
