Miron’s storyAs I entered the warehouse everything was so quiet, a feeling of emptiness filled my heart. I was expecting to see her here, even though tied up, sad and tired but still here. I would have liked to rescue her, hold her in my arms, and assure her that everything is going to be ok. - Don't be disappointed Miron, we will find her. The good news is that she was here. See those bottles? That was water. So we are on the right path.- You are right Jack, it is just that I had this hope that this ordeal was finally over.- I get it. Don't worry I will do whatever stays in my power to bring her back to you. I knew Jack meant it and I have full trust in him but that doesn’t mean I am not worried. Rita could be hurt or worse she may not be alive anymore. I don’t want to sound too dramatic but she is with two crazy women out there and God knows what they will do to her. I can only pray that nothing horrible may happen until I find her. And I have to do it in time. I got used t
Miron's storyToday another riddle came on my phone. Jack hasn't been able to track them down again as Sarah never called. I guess she kind of figured this out as she decided to move Rita to another place. All this is making me crazy, not knowing what is going on, what if Rita can take this any further.Corrine, Sam, and Peter are also here. I needed Corrine to help me uncover the answer to the riddle. This time it is a little bit hard because it involves things from her past, things I cannot know. So I need Corrine's philological mind to help me. I trust her to read between the
Miron's story Receiving the last riddle was like a test to me. It was something I didn't know about my Rita but I am willing to find out. Paul promised to help with some intel about the situation. From my point of view, this is going to be very complicated. It seemed like we were starting from the very beginning. But I was counting on Paul's relations. This has to end well. We were waiting for everything to get started. I felt like this was the end of all and finally, Rita will come back to me, will come home. It was a long shot but I trusted Paul. Only half an hour had passed and I received the call I was waiting for my entire life.- Miron, good news my son. I spoke with one of my retired friends and he is willing to help. He knows pretty well one of the best agents of the Agency. I cannot tell you his name but he will definitely help.- No problem with names, I just want Rita back.- I agree. Now listen, this person will dig up some info,
Miron’s storyAll six of us remained petrified in front of the grave. We knew Pamela died in that car accident the night I met Rita, but we had no clue what so ever about her mother’s faith. Her name was Lucy and I see she had fifty-six years old when she passed away. I wonder what happened to her. What was her story?
Miron’s storyTaking the decision to go to Rita’s aunt's house was quite inspired; if there is someone that can guide us and tell us the whole story that might be Darla herself. We had to ask a few villagers about her so we had an answer and a house on Arlington Row.
Miron’s storyAs I was preparing to read her the riddle I sensed a hesitation, most normal, but it was really sad to make eye contact with Darla and see the pain behind that blue gaze. The hesitation was on my part as well.
Rita’s storyAs time went on, I was feeling weaker by the hour. These two freaking women are feeding me once in a while. Water is more frequent which makes me think they want to keep me alive…still. I haven’t heard from Miron for a few days now. As I understood from Sarah, she gave him another riddle this time much difficult because it is related to my past. Unfortunately I myself don’t know the answer as I have lost my memory and not recovered it yet. I wonder what could have been so deep that put Miron on the road. Sarah also told me that he has three days to figure all out and for that he had to travel. She didn’t mention where though. I was completely numb by the cold weather and by the fact that I was starving. Last night I was given a small slice of bread. Sometimes I cry just to think that this could mean my ending. I believe she is able to complete all of her threats. I am not afraid of her, it is just I did not get the chance to say goodbye to Miron properly. I feel like I d
Rita’s storyA month ago if somebody told me I was going to be kidnapped and held against my will I would have said they were kidding or that they were crazy. I have heard about missing people on TV or radio but never, not in a million years I would have thought this might happen to me. But it did. And it is so painful to be far away from the people you love, to be parted from your life and your routine. All I am doing right now is a fight for my life, trying to stay alive. And I know, I can feel it Miron is helping too. Otherwise, I would have been long dead by now.I breathed a sigh of relief, however, that I was left alone for a few hours, just me and my thoughts. I needed to be on my own although something tells me that this story is not over, not by far. I was taken with a reason, and if it wasn’t for killing me, then what would have been?There was a lot of information to digest, about my mother and my whole life. I know I have many gaps in my memory, things as I can see very ser
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!