- - Don’t you miss him, Maya? - - Who? I already knew the answer to that question. - - Santa Clause! We both laugh so hard that for a second I forgot about how sad answering her is going to be. - - You know who I mean. - If I say no it would be a big fat lie. If I say yes it would be against my rules. So, to answer your question I miss the way he was making me feel. - - You mean loved, important. - - Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Now come help me with this tree. I can wait to see it done. I bought a Christmas tree just to beautify my house. And because of the holiday itself and what it meant, because there was no way in Heaven I will celebrate with my family. I don’t have one. I promised myself that sadness and sorrow would be gone this winter. Sometimes is so hard to believe Pamela is no more but at the same time, I agree with the thought that God just needed angels for Him. It took us one whole hour to finish the tree and light
Maya’s story It’s the day of the fashion event. I had my heart up in my throat until Phillip answered my request. Actually I knew he would come. The question is with whom? All-day long, I was restless making all kinds of scenarios. As much as I want to think of what my event will be tonight Phillip keeps popping into my mind. I know it means torture but I can’t help it. As a distraction, I had Sam come with me to the place where the gala would be. Five more minutes of torment until I heard her at the door. I rushed over like a hurricane wanting to escape from this state of mind. - - Coming! I opened the door and there she was in all of her beauty. She went to the stylist and she came with her gala dress carefully hanging on her shoulder. - - Wow, Sam, you look… stylish. - - Oh, thanks, I guess… - - No, I mean it. I am just amazed! - - I am half-ready and you haven’t even started yet! - - Well, I have to do something first and I ne
Phillip’s story I liked the way Miss Maya arranged all this. The room is so elegant, she figured out how to call famous people here. I am sure she will recover her old name in the fashion industry. Although my gaze is fixing her all over this place. Wherever I look, she is there also a dark tall man is always with her. My partner tonight told me he is Adam Oakland the fashion mogul. God of all fashion designers and wannabes in this tough industry. I wonder what she is doing with him and I am wondering where are they right now? My partner Corrine is one of my childhood friends. That kind of friend that never leaves you on hard times and the kind that would trade everything she owns for helping. - - Are you all right Phillip? - - I guess… - - You are looking for her, aren’t you? - - Does it make sense to lie? - - Well, no! Because I know you like the back of my palm. I gave her my smirked look knowing that she was right. I have become restless just
- - Ok, as you wish. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? He continued to be so gentle despite the fact that I was so cold. - - Anabelle is not here, so I get to cook for you. His wide smile melted my heart. - - Thank you! If you don’t mind, I will take a quick shower and I will come to the kitchen. - - Be my guest! I shall wait for you. “Will you wait for me a lifetime?” Guilty thoughts! “Snap out of it, Maya!” The sower did me good. I feel more relaxed and ready to face the man that shook my world. Phillip provided me with one of his t-shirts. His scent envelops me like into a prison, but the kind of prison from which they never release me and if they lose the key, better. A few minutes more and I was down into Phillip’s kitchen. The delicious smell of eggs and ham freshly baked mixed with the scent of magical coffee awoke all my sleeping senses. I closed my eyes wondering how it would be living this dream-like for the rest of my life. The thou
I waited a few more minutes and went down to the kitchen. On my way there my phone rang. It was from Peter. - Hello? - Hey bro! What are you doing? - Recovering… - What do you mean? - Do you have some spare time to come over? - Sure, I will be there in ten. - Ok, just enter, don’t knock… In exactly ten minutes my front door was opening again. This time was Peter. He came in a hurry, worried. - Phillip, are you all right? - Take a seat! Want a coffee? - Leave the coffee to tell me what is the matter? I sighed deeply pulling a chair to sit next to Peter. The atmosphere was loaded and depressing. I just knew he wouldn’t agree with what I did to Maya. So I went directly to what I had to say. - I assaulted Maya. His curious face suddenly became perplexed and then furious. His question came out like an accusation of the lowest. - What is the name of God did you do? I was looking at Peter and quic
- Maya, look at me! As if trying to distract me he cupped my face into his large rough hands. - Try to stay calm. Nobody here knows you lost your memory. They know about the accident and how good you used to be so let us keep it this way, ok? - Ok, I will try. But you know that I am not the same. - I know and that is why I am asking you to play your part. Here are prestigious fashion houses with well-known designers. All you have to do is to know that you used to be one of them. The rest will follow. Trust me and trust yourself. Adam was right. Even if my memory is not fully recovered that does not mean I don’t know fashion. Something inside me makes me feel good about it. Something behind my damaged mind knows I used to be an excellent fashion designer. So if Adam and I know that is enough to participate and why not win it. This is a place where fame and recognition in the fashion industry are like breathing fresh air. All contestants had to choose a line on
Phillip’s story - What is wrong with you? - What? - I thought you would be happy to see her. I thought you would talk with her. However, you were cold and distant. Why? - It is a difference between coldness and the way I acted Pete. A thin line that you don’t see yet will serve me to get her back. - Explain, please. - Well, Adam will be a problem but he is no match for me. - You are definitely sure of yourself. - Why wouldn’t I be? - Let us see, Adam is close to her you are not. Adam brought her to this contest and still, Adam is making her way into this tough world of fashion. What do you have to say in your defense? - If you put it this way, I have something Adam does not. Her love and my love back for her. - You have a point. Then all you have to do is to somehow, win her on your side. The afternoon was full. Many famous people were gathering and chatting with one another. I was following Maya just to mak
Maya’s story It is enough that I am so nervous about the contest, now I have to worry about Adam shouldn’t cross the line. I will not permit it. Actually I have better things to do so I went backstage with my models. They were nervous too. - Ok, my girls, this is it! This is a great deal we take part in, so I am counting on you for things to be perfect. You are professionals so I am not worried about anything. Katia you will be the first with your outfit! - Ok, Miss Maya! I allowed the girls to be less formal with me. We can build a better connection this way. - Let the show begin and God help us! - Amen! Adam’s voice cut the silence that has dawned on the little room. I dragged his aside and give him a concerned look. - They are nervous, Adam! - It is natural to be so. Don’t worry. They will manage. How are you? - I am fine. I just can wait for this to be over. - After this may I buy you a drink? I could sense that Adam allows himsel
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!