Maya’s story It is already 8 o’clock, and I was ready. A hard knock on the door made me shudder. This session will be very interesting as now my vision is not that damaged. All week I was so happy to discover new things. Phillip was always there when I needed him. Sometimes I wonder if he tired of it. What I meant was that I was an incapacitated woman and it must be hard to deal with me. He did not once complain. - Are you ready, sunshine? Oh, and yes, now I am “sunshine”. Not Miss Maya anymore. That was so formal. The first time he called me sunshine, like two weeks ago, I thought I did not hear well. My heart skipped a beat when hearin
Phillip’s story Her question came like thunder on a stormy day with the odds to hit only me. “Just great, Phillip, how will you get out of this?” I asked you to stop asking stupid questions and what do you do? That's what you're asking - Well, when I came to the scene you were the only one in the car… Half of the truth, I hope she believes me… - I was unconscious… - Yes, you were Miss Maya! - And alone… - I was there on time and took an enormous risk to get you out of the car. I knew that maybe by moving you I could do you harm, but I had no choice. The car was about to explode.
*** -Why is she not dead? Why is she still breathing? - I don’t know, really… - I am not paying you to find excuses! I need her out of the picture. Where is she now? - My last connection told me she is iAn the house of the great conductor, Phillip Smith. - Are you kidding me? - I wish I were… - Lord, that man is more guarded than the president himself. - I will try my best to find her, to lure her out somehow… - And how are you planning to do that? - Actually, Phillip Smith has no
Phillip’s story It was a dream come true going with Miss Maya shopping and then for a cup of coffee. She doesn’t know it yet about the coffee. I had many excuses to be alone with her, watching her do normal things, like brushing her long red hair or just staying with her at the table in the morning serving breakfast. Me, who quickly grabs something and storms out the door to the recording studio. Now I take my time to have a decent morning meal with her, the woman that changed my way of seeing simple things, even breakfast. Today is going to be a busy day. I don’t have other plans, so I will spend it all on her. I make my way to her room and knock slightly. A soft voice comes from inside. - Come in! - Miss Maya? - Yes… - Do you think you can be ready in fifteen minutes? - Of course. - One more thing… - Yes, please! - Are you afraid of speed? I could see her eyes going from surprise to wonder. She didn’t expect it because she did not know what to say. That was when it hit me.
Maya’s story His serious and harsh tone scared me a bit. What could we possibly need to talk about that it cannot wait? - I am all ears, Phillip! - Do you remember how you told me the other day about some woman, Sarah Johnson? - I do, she is my best friend, and you added she was the Marketing Director of my company. Am I mistaken? - No, you are not, at least regarding her job. - What do you mean by that? - Miss Maya, in the past you fired this woman from your company! - I did what? Everything was spinning. How was I capable to do this to my best friend? It j
Three months later The ball was postponed due to some organizational issues. It was better that way. My feet were more reliable right now. I made so much progress. I finished the physiotherapy a week ago. And also I got rid of the wheelchair. I wanted to do that for some time now. What can I say, this postponing of the charity event kind of ruined my plans of leaving? But at this time I find myself an apartment to live in and set up a fashion company. My memory was still a blur but it turned out that I had enough money to do all that. And of course, I did all this without Phillip knowing. As for my eyes, they were still broken. I haven’t regained completely my sight. I can distinguish shadows as I’ve done so far, but I can’t see faces and places. Even so, my plans still stand. Once the ball is over I will leave from Phillip’s life. - Miss Sinclair, the headquarters of your new company is quite near Mr. Smith’s place. Do you need to reconsider this? - No, I don’t Mr. Sm
Maya’s story This week had passed so quickly. My walking abilities have improved. I am so happy that I can finally walk without support. Well, not all the time anyway. It was also quite interesting. I got so close to Phillip Smith and I felt that he did too. I have reached the point where I can feel I can tell him everything. Today he invited Annabelle to help me get ready for the ball. He left early this morning to finish his last rehearsal and told me he should come to pick me up at 7 PM. - I can see you are nervous, Miss Maya! Am I right? - A little Annabelle. I have never been to such a formal gathering until now or at least I don’t remember. - Don’t you worry Phillip will be there with you - Are you going to come with us? - I am, but with my date. - You are bringing a date? It’s nice. - Well, he is not a date...date. He is more like a close friend. His name is Peter. - Phillip’s best friend? That Peter? - Do you kno
The story through Annabelle’s eyes - What a hell do you think you are doing, you moron? - What? And keep your voice down! - You were supposed to court her, not to expose yourself! - What do you mean by that Belle? - It is simple you dry had! How could you take for example the help that you give fashion designers? She is one of them. - I know that is why… - She cannot find out you know stuff about her. What I have told you, you have to use as a weapon to attract her, keep her away from my Phillip, not to make her questioning how can you possibly know all that? - I understand I did not realize I messed up. I am sorry. - This better be your last mistake! - Understood! - And stop coming so close to me we don’t want anyone to know we have a history. Now get back to the table and make yourself useful until I find the right moment to make her suffer and break her down permanently. Gain her trust so she can have suppo
Miron's story After one year… Hey, Noah, look what Daddy has here. Your favorite toy. Let's see where Mommy is. Rita was in the small garden she had set up in our backyard right next to the pool. She loved to grow and care for flowers. She had roses of all colors, peonies, and many tulips. She adored them and it seemed like little Noah too because since he saw her he started moving his little hands and feet. He was adorable. Let's see what Mommy is doing here. Rita was bent over the peonies and I intentionally pushed her a little and she fell on the wet ground. Noah began to laugh so hard with his tiny mouth that I was beg
Miron's storyToday Sarah was going to have a big surprise. The court had summoned her brother to testify. And besides, there's a second T-shirt sprinkled with Jenna's blood. Jack led us to it and from there to its analysis and the establishment that it belonged to Sarah was just one step.People were resuming their seats on the benches. The atmosphere, I didn't know why it was tenser. Maybe because the weather was darker outside. It wasn't long before Sarah was brought in and we then heard the echo of the bailiff's voice.All rise! The honorable judge Stone!We all rose as we always did. The feeling was still strange. Something was going to happen today, I was more and more sure of it. Even Michael mentioned to me that
Miron's storyJohn Maxwell came frightened through the benches right to the witness box, looking in all directions as if waiting for something to happen to him. I was really sorry to know him like that, to look at him and see that he has no defense.The fear was also that he had not seen the light of day in years, the taste of freedom probably since he entered that hospital. Of course, there were walks in the hospital yard but it was not the same.Like scared, he took the oath and took his seat. Again the defense had no questions. I can say that we were lucky that the lawyer didn't know the people and thus the time was shortened and it could only be in our favor.John, please tell us, who you are most afraid of?
Miron's storyAnd so the first bomb fell. We all watched Mandy dance with the baseball bat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And that T-shirt that was presented and accepted as evidence in the file, was all my delight. From time to time I looked at Sarah, who could no longer find her seat in the chair next to her lawyer. I could say with all my heart that it was the final blow given to this criminal.The orthopedist managed to convince everyone that Sarah at the age of adolescence could easily have handled that bat and I would go even further and say that he also convinced the jurors. Their grimaces suggested many things and not exactly in favor of the defendant.Yesterday seemed to pass just as fast and today it was Father Maxwell’s turn to give statements. He had been summoned two days ago. The momen
Miron's storyThe whole room was already silent and everyone was waiting for Michael's answer. The answer was delayed but maybe he was preparing his ground. That was exactly what he did. He turned on one foot facing the jurors and then to the judge and with a sigh announced the expert's entry.Your Honor, I contradict the lawyer's words, and not only me but also the orthopedic doctor William Dale, also an occasional baseball player, in his free time but enough to tell us how things are. I know it was not quoted but I could not prove otherwise that the bat can be easily handled by a 15-year-old child.
Miron's storySarah's lawyer smashed Darla with the last question, but now it was Michael's turn and I knew he would calm her down. Then followed that indisputable evidence that even the jurors could not ignore. Sarah will definitely have a surprise.Michael had already been invited to question the witness. Darla was a little calmer.Miss Darla, please tell us, what did you see from the yard of your house, being next door to the defendant?That they always have quarrels and Bob almost all the time insulted his wife, including his children.Who is Bob? And how would you describe him?
Miron's storyThe days started to go by so fast that we don't even have time to breathe. Today, Rita's aunt, Darla, was called to the witness box. She came to us first. I offered to come and get her, but she refused. It was clear that she was nervous, but she would have to get over it and tell Sarah's relationship with both her parents and her sister, Lucy, in great detail.But she was very happy when she saw Rita again. They hadn't seen each other in years so they cried and hugged for minutes. They talked about Lucy, how much she loved life and how much she loved Rita. It's just that fate has been very hostile to them.Miron, Rita, I'm scared! It hurts so much to talk about Lucy that I'm afraid of making a mistake.
Miron's storyYesterday passed quickly. As we had agreed, we cooked together and fell asleep faster than we expected. Rita was really tired but they didn't need her today, so she just accompanied me. I still tried to get her to stay home to rest but she flatly and elegantly refused me.Love, my place is next to you for better or worse. I promise if I start to feel unwell I'll ask Peter to bring me home.Okay, I'll take your word for it. Shall we go?Let's go.It didn't take us ten minutes to get to court. Michael, as usual, was waiting for us in the hall. We were invited in and the same protocol
Rita's storyThe prosecutor's questions hurt me extremely, but I knew I had to answer them. That's the only way I could punish Sarah. It was cruel to remember everything I went through in that warehouse and then to all the places Sarah carried me over but if that was the only way to put her behind bars then I had little choice. Even the baby had become agitated. Instinctively I put my hand on my belly as if wanting to protect him. I kind of guessed what questions would follow.Do we understand, Miss Sinclair, that the defendant here kidnapped your mother and confessed to killing her?Objection! He is misleading the witness!