CHARLOTTE“We can take you there,” she said, taking one look at the bags and smiling. “Rather fitting that he took you there, don’t you think?” she added, and I nodded absentmindedly.“Yeah, he mentioned something about the restaurant being one of his favorite places in the city,” I answered as she sat down.“Can I ask why you’re going back there? I can see it has nothing to do with getting more food or pastries; you have more than enough,” she stated, looking toward the corner of the room where the boxes stood the previous day.When she realized they had been moved, a smile danced at the corner of her lips. I could see she wanted to say something, but decided against it. “Can I decide to leave your question unanswered?” I asked, and she shrugged in response.“It’s your prerogative. I’m only asking out of concern and a need-to-know basis. If I’m going to instruct the driver to take us there, I need to prepare the other guards for any security measures we may need to keep you safe," sh
CHARLOTTE“I still can’t ask where we’re going?” Sonia inquired as we stepped into the car and fastened our seatbelts. I nodded in response, watching as she started the ignition and reversed the vehicle.I glanced at the back seat and smiled with relief, noting that she had listened to me and hadn’t brought any other guards along. I didn’t want to tell her why we were going there—it seemed silly to return to a place just because I had driven past it, felt something about it, and then saw it again in a dream.But I needed to do this for myself. It didn’t have to make perfect sense; nothing had made much sense since I arrived here. It felt as though everything that had happened up to this point was the result of all the spontaneous decisions I’ve made in my life. I was moving around as if I had no safer options.“I wonder if going with the flow is a good thing,” I mused aloud. Sonia glanced at me, puzzled, and shrugged. She turned her attention back to the road as we took a left turn on
CHARLOTTEShe chuckled and shoved the phone into her pocket. “Well, we’ve got enough time to talk about it. Now,” she pointed to the road ahead, “we’re getting you where you want to be. You said it was close to Signor Thiago’s favorite restaurant, right?”“Yes. I... We...” I stammered and cleared my throat. “We had dinner there last night. Was that him?”“On the phone? No,” she answered, reaching for the dashboard to turn on the radio. Music played softly as we edged into the city’s center. “It was his aide. They’ve arrived safely.”“That’s good news,” I said with a relieved sigh. “It’s a perfect time to discuss some of the many things we absolutely need to talk about. You mentioned something in the elevator the first time I came to the penthouse,” I added, and she arched an eyebrow.“I did?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face, but I could see through the facade.“Don’t play dumb; it’s neither funny nor cute. Did you do that on purpose? I was ready to leave this place; I could
Charlotte“Hello,” I said as I approached the table. “I’m sorry I walked in. I rang the bell, but no one...”She glanced up, her blonde ponytail swinging with her movement. “Oh, that bell hasn’t worked in ages. You must be the new worker. Come along; I’ll take you to your supervisor.” Without waiting for a response, she stood and walked past me, her tone brisk and dismissive.I tried to explain that I wasn’t here for an interview, but she was already halfway up the stairs, not paying any attention to what I was saying. I followed her as she led me up the stairs to a different part of the house that I instantly recognized. This was the hall from my dreams; the decor hadn’t changed, and I remembered the spot where I had picked up the teddy bear.It felt like I was reliving every dream I’ve had of this place, and I was excited to be here. But as we stepped into one of the bedrooms, my heart sank at the state of the place. Industrial machines lined the area, and people stood by, cutting f
Charlotte“Please, just hear me out for a moment," I said, holding up my hands in a calming gesture as I moved closer to the door. “I’m not playing games. This is important to me, more than you can imagine.”“No, you listen to me. This house has been empty for years after the Edwards died in that ghastly accident. Everyone loved them; we held a service for them here, in this house, trying to come to terms with the fact that we would never see them drive down the street again. Their daughter was taken to foster care, and a few months later, we heard she had died too. Suicide. That poor child was so traumatized by her parents’ accident she decided to take her own life, and you think you can disrespect them like that?!” she exclaimed, walking toward me with a menacing look.“Suicide? That’s incredulous; where did you hear that?” I asked, and she scowled at me. “I didn’t kill myself. Well, I wish I had, but I just ran away from my foster parents’ house over and over again because the cond
CHARLOTTEI heard the car in the distance and sighed in relief as it slowly came into view. Sonia slowed the car to a halt and got out at lightning speed. “Are you alright, Signora? What happened?” she asked, staring at me with concern.I chuckled and slowly rubbed my palms together. “I’m alright, just a little shaken. I’ve had quite the experience, and… I need to lie down,” I answered. I tried to stand up, but my legs started to tremble, and she reached out to help me.She held my hand and slowly led me to the car. I sat down, and she ensured my seatbelt was firmly across my shoulder before turning around to get into her seat. “You look like you escaped from a torture room. Where were you, and what happened?” she asked again. I rested my head against the window, staring blankly into space.“I almost got shot,” I said after a while. She started to say something, but I continued talking. “No, you’re not allowed to ask me where it happened. I’m not telling you; I’m still trying to make
CHARLOTTE“Hello, Signora,” a familiar voice said as the speaker opened the door and walked in. I let out a relieved sigh, then chuckled as Maria’s face and warm aura filled the room. My mouth fell open in shock, and I broke into confused laughter for a few seconds before rubbing my eyes to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.For a split second, I thought Sonia had reached out to Thiago about the situation, or, even worse, Rogerio. But seeing Maria filled me with renewed energy. She walked towards the bed with quick strides and enveloped me in a hug. “You should have called me,” she said, tightening her arms around me a little longer before pulling away.“You were so far away, I didn’t want to bother you with all this. I kept telling myself I’d call you soon, and I never got around to it. I’m sorry,” I replied, lowering my gaze.“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of you,” she said with a wide grin.I smiled sadly and shook my head.
CHARLOTTE“I find that hard to believe. She’s been watching over you like a hawk the entire time I’ve been here. The nurse or some other guard takes her place when she’s not here,” Maria replied, picking up the sheets. “Sounds like a bodyguard to me,” she added, glancing around the room to ensure nothing else was out of place.I moved towards the chair with slow, steady steps and sat down. I turned to the machine I had been hooked up to while unconscious and stared at it for a moment. The nurse had turned it off before leaving the room, and I was relieved to not have to hear the annoying beeping sound it had made earlier. “She’s just doing her job,” I said after a short silence.“She seems too enthusiastic about it,” Maria commented, gesturing to the sheets in her hands. “It’s great to know someone’s watching your back like that, but I still don’t trust it. Where do I keep these?”“There,” I said, pointing to the wardrobe. “There’s a laundry basket in there. The cleaning staff will pi