I sat there and watched as tears filled Cilvia's eyes and escaped from the corner of her lids, running down the side of her head.Her gaze was still planted on Cane, and she looked at him with utmost apology."I'm really sorry, Cane. I'm sorry I treated you so horribly. If I had known what you went through..." Cilvia softly started, but Cane cut her off."Nothing would have changed." He commented as he looked at her with blank eyes, still sitted at the edge of the bed."You would have still thought I was Alfonzo's bastard. You would have still thought I was in that mansion to take your son's place. You would have still hated me. And you would have still tried to poison me and have me killed." Cane added. "You knowing about my past and where I came from wouldn't change a thing, Cilvia. You were a mad woman, unable to see anything but the power you had as the wife of the head of the Smith's family."More tears escaped Cilvia's eyes. All she could do was whisper her apologies. Cilvia lo
Elijah Smith...I looked down at Cilvia with blank eyes as she explained what had happened to her on the previous night.Apartently she was walking towards her car when some guy suddenly walked up to her and tried to take her bag from her. Cilvia tried to save her things by fighting back. That was when the man pulled out a knife and stabbed her once.She said he'd pulled the knife out and tried to stab her again. She fought against him once more. That was when she got the cuts on her hands. But in the end, he was able to knock her out. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in the hospital.I let out a sigh as I grabbed the back of my neck. It was very obvious that someone was following Cilvia around. From what she told me, she was out with someone she met, trying to have a good night, as she'd said it.It was when she was finally isolated and alone that the man attacked her.If she'd let her bag go, I was a hundred percent sure that the man wouldn't have stabbed her.Whoever p
Ella Smith...I stood beside Cilvia's bed with my arms wrapped around myself. My eyes were trained on the two detectives who badged their way into the private room, insisting that they have to speak to Cilvia now that she's woken up."If there is anything you remember..." Detective Kevin's partner spoke alone, while Detective Kevin stood there silently.Cilvia let out a sigh."There's nothing special, really. I was walking out of a bar, it was dark, some guy tried to steal my bag but I stopped him..." She replied.The second detective shook his head."You got stabbed, Mrs. Smith. The man who brought you here said that you were passed out when he found you. If there is anything you remember about that man, then please let me know." Detective Henke commented.Cilvia glanced at the men standing in the room. They all looked like they were minding their own businesses, but I could tell that their attention was on the short conversation Cilvia was sharing with Detective Hank
I leaned my head against Elijah's shoulder. The two of us were sitting in the back seat of the car, with one of the guards driving us to the mansion.Elijah had his right arm around me, holding me close to him. He would once in a while press a kiss against the top of my head, showing me affection with no words.Cilvia and I had waited for Elijah and Cane in the private hospital room. Elijah came back a few minutes after Cane left, and he didn't say much about the man he almost caught.I was startled when I saw a small cut on his right cheek, and Elijah told me that the man caught his a bit with his knife. But Elijah said he did more damage on the man, slicing his side and arm with his own blade. The man ended up running through a busy traffic, disappearing amongst the many cars, which swallowed his limping figure.Elijah had no other choice but to return to us. One thing he said stood out to me, though, and it was that Elijah found the man who attacked Cilvia right at that spot, look
I stood in front of my canvas, absently dragging the paint brush across the surface of the white material. Elijah's voice constantly rang in my ears, reminding me that there was a doctor out there who thought I could possibly regain my voice.Was it dumb of me to hold it off?My fear of having to go through an examination only to be told that it was a mistake, and I would never be able to speak again, stopped me from making a decision now.I slightly shook my head, not wanting to let the thought disturb me at the moment. All I wanted to do was sit in silence and let myself get lost in the different shades of paint colors."What are you thinking about that much?" Suzan Harber whispered as she leaned closer to me.I moved my eyes to her before I shot her a soft smile."Nothing important." I signed.I glanced at her canvas and smiled when I saw a field of bright colored flowers."What do you think?" She asked. "I might not be a professional like you, but I think I did pretty good." She a
"I found nothing. That man just disappeared into the traffic. No other camers caught him after that. It's like he evaporated or something." Cane reported with frustration blaring in his voice.Elijah, Dalinda, Milton, Cane, and I sat at the dining table. I looked at Cane and saw that he was close to flipping out. He didn't just look like he was upset because he couldn't find the man who attacked and almost killed Cilvia. It looked like he was upset for a personal reason, like he needed to catch that man to find something out.The little piece of paper he found in Cilvia's handbag kept returning to me. I realized that not once did Cane make a comment on that. I've been curious about it all day and night, but it seems Cane didn't want to share it with us.All I could recall about it was that little foot in the torn piece of paper that I was it belonged to a photo.I wondered if Cane even mentioned it to Elijah.Cane must have had a reason as to why he was this bothered, but I guess he
Elijah Smith...I wasn't frozen because Ella was signing too fast, and I couldn't understand her. I understood her very clearly.My lessons with Cane and constantly having been around my wife have been improving my understanding of sign language.What made me freeze and stare at her blanky was the timing she signed about."It happened six years ago." That was what Ella had signed before she mistook my silence as me not catching her words and rushing into the walk-in closet to get her little pink notebook.My mind was running a million thoughts persecond. My insides were twisting at the possibility of the thought that took over my head.No.I shook my head, refusing to let my mind make me think that it was possible."It happened six years ago." Her words kept coming back to me.Six years ago. It stood out to me. Six years ago was when...My train of thought was cut short when Ella dropped herself on the edge of the bed next to me.Her innocent bright blue eyes gazed at me before
I looked down at Ella, who was now peacefully sleeping under the covers. She had fallen asleep in my arms after she cried for almost an hour.The sight of her pulled at my heart strings. After what she had told me, after she poured her heart out and wrote every single minor and major detail of that horrible night, she looked like she was in quite peaceful sleep.Ella didn't wake up as I was laying her on the bed and pulling the covers up to her shoulders.She had surely exhausted herself while I on the other hand, can not be exhausted because of the adrenaline coursing through my body.I got up from the bed and rushed out of the room. I carefully closed the door so I wouldn't wake Ella up and marched myself to my study.The first thing I did was walk towards the butterfly painting I bought from Ella. Looking at it reminded me that I still haven't paid her the money because she has yet to give up her account number, refusing to take money from me.I had to call in someone I know from t