{"id":253239,"date":"2026-07-13T02:40:58","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:40:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-symphony-of-secrets-the-sins-we-hide-series-book-4-cree-say\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:40:58","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:40:58","slug":"a-symphony-of-secrets-the-sins-we-hide-series-book-4-cree-say","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-symphony-of-secrets-the-sins-we-hide-series-book-4-cree-say\/","title":{"rendered":"A SYMPHONY OF SECRETS The Sins We Hide Series Book 4 – Cree Say"},"content":{"rendered":"
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His tone carries mock suffering, but his grin gives him away. \u201cAnd she said you\u2019re refusing to celebrate today.\u201d I stiffen immediately. He notices. He always does. \u201cIt\u2019s not refusal,\u201d I say quietly. \u201cIt\u2019s safety.\u201d He nods like he understands, then sets Ray in her chair. \u201cOkay. But hear me out. What if we all stayed inside, dressed the kids up, let them have fun, maybe buy candy for a fake trick-or-treating around the apartment?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s actually not a bad\u2014\u201d \u201c\u2014or,\u201d he interrupts gently, his voice dipping low in that way that makes my spine react before my brain does, \u201cyou could trust me to keep you both safe outside.<\/p>\n

Just once. Just tonight.\u201d I freeze, spatula mid-air. He moves closer, his voice soft enough that only I can hear him. \u201cYou don\u2019t live in hiding anymore, Lys. You deserve to have fun too.\u201d I hate how much those words hit me. I hate how much he wants me to live. But I hate most how much I want to say yes. Before I can respond, Amy bursts into the apartment like a tornado in leggings, holding Emeric on one hip and a red lace bag on the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cALRIGHT, PEOPLE!\u201d she shouts dramatically. \u201cIt\u2019s Halloween and nobody is sitting at home crying over their ex-husband tonight! Except maybe the ex-husband!\u201d I glare. Jordan chuckles. Ray claps like this is entertainment. \u201cI told you,\u201d I groan. \u201cI\u2019m not\u2014\u201d \u201cOh shut it,\u201d she snaps, tossing a costume onto my counter.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re Wonder Woman, Jordan\u2019s Superman, I\u2019m Catwoman, the kids are adorable, and we are going trick-or-treating whether you like it or not.\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t agree to\u2014\u201d \u201cYou will.\u201d She points at Jordan. \u201cUse your charm.\u201d He doesn\u2019t even hesitate.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. For information, contact: creesay1234@gmail.com Table of Contents PROLOGUE 1. ONE 2. TWO 3. THREE 4. FOUR 5. FIVE 6. SIX 7. SEVEN 8. EIGHT 9. NINE 10. TEN 11. ELEVEN 12. TWELVE 13. THIRTEEN 14. FOURTEEN 15. FIFTEEN 16. SIXTEEN 17. SEVENTEEN 18. EIGHTEEN 19. NINETEEN 20. TWENTY 21. TWENTY-ONE 22.<\/p>\n

TWENTY-TWO 23. TWENTY-THREE 24. TWENTY-FOUR 25. TWENTY-FIVE 26. TWENTY-SIX 27. TWENTY-SEVEN 28. TWENTY-EIGHT 29. TWENTY-NINE 30. THIRTY 31. THIRTY-ONE 32. THIRTY-TWO 33. THIRTY-THREE 34. THIRTY-FOUR 35. THIRTY-FIVE 36. THIRTY-SIX 37. THIRTY-SEVEN 38. THIRTY-EIGHT 39.THIRTY-NINE 40.FOURTY 41.FOURTY ONE 42.FPURTY TWO 43.FOURTY THREE 44.FOURTY FOUR 45.FOURTY FIVE 46.FOURTY SIX. 47.FOURTY SEVEN 48.FOURTY EIGHT 49.FOURTY NINE 50.FIFTY Epilogue BONUS CHAPTER \u201cSome stories are stitched from both ruin and rebirth.<\/p>\n

A heart shatters, learns to breathe again, and discovers love waiting in places grief once claimed. A child arrives as a quiet miracle, carrying the last soft echo of a man who ran out of time but not out of longing. And somehow, in the space between goodbye and beginning, a broken life becomes a gentler one \u2014 proof that even the most painful endings can leave behind a light that never stops living.\u201d Prologue The city never sleeps , not for people like me, anyway.<\/p>\n

The rain hits the window in a slow, steady rhythm, like a song that refuses to end. I sit by the crib, watching her tiny chest rise and fall beneath the soft pink blanket. My daughter. My miracle. My secret. Her name is Race Faith Martins, but everyone calls her Ray. Two years old, with her father\u2019s green eyes and my stubbornness. The kind of child who laughs with her whole body, who looks at the world like it\u2019s hers already. Sometimes I wonder what Isaiah would think if he saw her.<\/p>\n

Would he see himself in her smile? Would he even care? I shake the thought away before it can grow roots. He doesn\u2019t know ,and he never will. New York gave me a chance to breathe again. The city swallowed my past like it was nothing. Here, I\u2019m just Alyssa. The theatre actress. The single mother. The woman trying to piece herself back together. The woman still blindly in love with her ex husband. Broadway isn\u2019t glamorous ,not the way Hollywood was. The lights here don\u2019t blind you; they test you.<\/p>\n

They demand truth, not perfection.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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