When my sister named her newborn son Martin—the same name as my own little boy—I laughed it off. I thought, What a weird coincidence. Maybe she just liked the name too. But weeks later, after our mother suddenly passed away, and we sat through the will reading, something didn’t feel right. That’s when I realized… Emily had a plan all along. And it started the moment she gave her son that name. The hallway outside the delivery room smelled like bleach and something else. Something heavier. Older. Like fear and

Seventeen-year-old Maeve never expected to survive the car crash that killed her mother. But now, she’s left with a heavy truth that keeps her up at night. After the accident, she’s sent to live with a father she barely knows, a stepmother who’s trying too hard to make her feel at home, and a baby brother she refuses to connect with. Maeve faces a tough decision: should she keep running from the past, or is it time to finally face the truth and find where she belongs? I don’t remember

When I was diagnosed with lymphoma, my husband, Craig, promised we’d get through it together. I believed him, of course. I was lying there in a hospital bed, hooked up to IVs, my body fighting for survival. But what was Craig doing? He was out there pretending to be a “widowed dad” on a dating app. I wasn’t dead yet. And I was about to make sure he regretted every single lie. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor seemed to blur as Dr. Rodriguez’s words hit me like