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
"What?" I asked, a bit alarmed to hear that the hit man organizer had met my wife, and I didn't even know about it."I have told you that I retired after what happened to that poor girl. I kept my eyes on that mansion just to see if she did survive." The old man started before he took a deep breath, getting ready to let me in on the full story."When Custo announced on the next day that his son had been kidnapped and was killed, I knew something was fishy. I should know better than anyone that it wasn't his son who got kidnapped. It was his daughter. I might not have eyes on what was happening inside of the mansion, but I kept my eyes planted on what was happening outside. I noticed a man going in and out of the house after Elliot's so-called funeral. I looked into him and found out that he was an underground doctor. He wasn't even that good from what I had seen. I assumed that the Williamson's were keeping Ella in that house and were having her treated by a doctor whoppppp doesn't ha
Ella Smith...I woke up about an hour after I fell asleep. I glanced at my phone, which was left on my nightstand, and reached for it. I looked at the time and saw that it was ten past midnight.My lips opened wide as a yawn escaped my mouth. My left hand fell towards Elijah's side of the bed, and I frowned when I felt how cold the sheets were.I glanced towards his side of the bed and realized that he was not there. I sat up before I looked towards the bathroom. The lights were out.I then looked towards the walk-in closet and then towards the surveillance room, and no luck.With a small frown on my face, I stood up from the bed and went to the third door. Elijah has warned me one too many times not to walk around the house all on my own, so I had to check where he was through the cameras before I decided to leave the room.I walked in and plugged the computers, revealing the different rooms and places that were exposed to the cameras. I looked through the first three mo