Sarah’s story
Sarah and Adam have been waiting all morning and half of the afternoon just to hear some news from Bob; but nothing yet. It was like he was missing in action.
Miron’s story- One, two, three, four five….Clear! One…two…three…four…five….Clear! Come on, people, we are losing him! Come on Mr. Hauser, stay with us! Give me ten of adrenaline and intubate him! Now! Precious seconds were passing and I was like in a state of dream. I dreamed Rita; she was there holding my hand telling me not to give up. I needed to wake up, she was afraid for me. - - Great job guys, he is stable. Ok, on my count of three. One, two, three…In one move I was placed on an ER bed with a lot of tubs getting in and out of me. Later on, I was told that I was resuscitated right there on the stretcher. The best part was that I didn’t feel pain from the huge amount of morphine injected in me. I don’t even know if I have something broken? But deep inside I am conscious so that gave me the strength to hang in there and survive. This couldn’t be the end of me. I have so many more things to do here. But first I have to find out who jammed my car as I just brou
Miron’s storyIt's the fourth day in the hospital and I feel tied up with my hands and legs as I cannot go on with Rita’s rescue. But at the same time, I am aware I have been injured quite badly and I need my strength to fight as Sarah is no ordinary enemy.Thank God, I have
Rita’s storyIt has been so quiet these days, only me and Belle. Sarah disappeared again. Sometimes I wonder for how many months or God forbid year I am going to stay locked up like this. I also feel abandoned. I haven’t known anything about Miron for four straight days. I hope he is doing fine and nothing bad happened to him. I also had a disturbing feeling these days but I just hopped
Returning homeMiron’s storyIn one week I was discharged and I returned home. It felt like a year but I am much better now. I was not in pain anymore. I didn’t want my friends to see that during my stay in the hospital I was as I didn’t want to worry them. But now they are really gone. Now I can focus on what is really important, Rita.
Miron’s storyI talked to Jack for almost an hour until Peter and Corrine arrived. Corrine even brought some cakes to go with the coffee I made for them. We had a lot to talk so I guess this day is going to be full.
Miron’s storyNo more than ten minutes Corrine tried to convince me that this plan of mine was a huge mistake. But I am aware that although she might be right it was the only true thing that we had; even if it was a mistake. - We are sorry for the delay. Corrine here is worried sick about me and I know you all are. But you have to understand that we have no other way of doing this. More than that Jack is going to be like my shadow and will be there for me in case something bad happens. Let us hope that is doesn’t. A heavy silence fell upon us and it was more than obvious that we were all scared. But there is no turning back now.- Peter, tell me please, did Bob came by the studio this past week?- I haven’t seen him actually and I was going to tell you that it is very awkward. - Well, it is understandable not to pass by there as I was in the hospital. But at least he could have visited me but that didn’t happen either. - Ok, I must tell
Miron’s storyYesterday I spend it at home recovering but today I have to go to the studio and call Bob; I don’t want to let time go by as I don’t want him to believe we are suspecting him in any way. This plan had to work. I had a hard time driving but I didn’t let Pater do it. I need to go back to have a normal life. My accident was pretty serious but I am recovering really quickly. Normally the time I needed to arrive at the studio was about five minutes by car but now it took me twenty minutes straight to do it. This accident left its mark on me. Peter was already there when I set my foot in so he gave me a warm welcome.- Miron, glad to see you back. How are you feeling today?- Thanks, I am great, anxious to start this new day. Any news from Bob?- None, I was waiting for you to come so you could call him. If you still want…- Of course, we have a plan to stick to so I am going to call him.We both got scared when a low, hoarse voice addresse
Miron’s storyAfter we got everything settled I needed to go pay a visit to Jack as he promised me this tracking device. I hoped he had good news for me. It took me much longer to arrive to his place compared with the drive to my studio. As I was expecting Jack was so deep in his researches that I had to invite myself in. He once told me to do so if I knocked twice and I get no answer. So that is what I did. He was in his small lab with so many spread devices from which he intended to make one. As he saw me, he set aside his small magnifying glasses. - Oh, Miron, come on in. I am sorry I haven’t heard you; I am so into this stuff. - Don’t worry about it. So, how is everything going?- So far so good. I am planning to build this tiny mic and place it on you somewhere out of sight. It is a long way until that happens but I am doing my best to achieve it. - I know you will. And it is not traceable. You know how Sarah is so advanced in these things.
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!