As Fred continued to pace nervously, his eyes once again met Daniel’s. The young boy was still standing at a distance, his gaze locked on Fred with an intensity that seemed unusual for someone his age. Daniel’s concern was visible, his eyes filled with worry as he watched the unfolding drama.Fred paused mid-step, instinctively sensing that the child was more invested in the situation than he should be. He stared back at Daniel, feeling a strange weight in the boy’s gaze, as though he recognized something about him. The feeling was unsettling, as if he had seen Daniel somewhere before, but Fred couldn’t quite place it. His mind raced, but the connection remained elusive.Shaking off the nagging thought, Fred looked away and resumed his restless pacing. Each intense step he took made his heart pump faster, squeezing tighter in anxiety. He could hardly concentrate on anything with the indescribable fear of Jack's well-being attached to it.He glanced toward the doctor’s office, waiting
Fred was frozen and stared at Jerry and Laura. The air became strangling. His throat felt as dry as sand and beat feverishly in his chest. Despite the coldness of the air, trickling sweat began to run down his face."What are you doing here?" The voice of Jerry swooped through the silence and cut like a knife, sharp and accusing.The question made Fred flinch, his hands trembling a bit as he tried to keep his cool. His gaze flickered at Laura, who stood rooted, expression-free.Jerry took a step closer before him, moving slowly and narrowing his eyes as they locked on Fred. He leaned forward, scanning Fred’s face with a look that was both probing and unnerving.“You’re sweating,” Jerry observed coldly, his brows furrowing deeper. “Nervous, are we?”.Fred opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. The room seemed to shrink around him, the weight of Jerry’s gaze pressing down on him like a storm about to break.Laura’s gaze flickered between the two men, tension etched into her
Fred wanted her to stop calling. The ringing phone seemed louder than ever when all the eyes in the room turned towards him, their curiosity increased. Fear in his chest. Taking Sarah's call to them would be disastrous.They had a deal, and Jack's fragile health put everything at risk. Even worse, Fred feared Sarah's wrath. If she pulls, she might reveal his secret to Laura.“Give me a minute... I'll be right back”, Fred tripped, his voice tense when he left the room in a hurry.The cool air from the hospital hall did little to calm him down. He scanned the hallway, his eyes landed on an empty room on the other side. Desperation moved his legs. He slipped in and Fred found himself surrounded by darkness. The room was cold and uninviting, but it provided the solitude he desired.Fred ran into the room, locked the door firmly behind him. He couldn't afford to risk someone sneaking up on him, not now. The weak buzz of the hospital echoed outside, but within the dark room, it was creepy q
The tension in the room was high as the doctor's voice cut through Fred's internal conflict. He said, "Maggie…" in a calm but determined tone. Maggie's heart was beating so hard that it seemed to reverberate throughout the silent room as she cautiously turned to face him. She hastily covered up the flash of panic in her eyes. She knew there was no room for error as the pressure of the moment weighed heavily on her. Her mind raced at that moment. At all costs, she had to keep the truth hidden and keep Fred's secret safe. It would be disastrous to tell Jerry and Laura that Fred was Jack's father. She could not afford to take the chance of the fallout.Maggie's voice was solid but strained as she said, "His father is... out of town, sir." The words were heavy and purposeful, and they fell out of her mouth like stones. Her jaw tensed as the lie, laden with necessity, began to take shape. She knew what was at risk, yet it wasn't easy. If she faltered now, Fred would be ruthlessly angry.
"One more step forward, and I'll call the police on you," Fred said, his voice shaking with hardly disguised dread. The woman laughed in response, her tone brimming with contempt. Make a police call about me? A woman who simply stopped by to greet you? She edged closer to them, her stride uncompromising as she teased. "What are you doing here, Linda?" Jerry spoke up, his tone solid but tinged with discomfort. Fear gripped him, and his gaze pierced her. He was aware that she wasn't there voluntarily. Now in front of them was Linda, the woman who had attacked Fred in his office. Additionally, she was the woman Fred had deceived by having an affair with her sister, a betrayal that had left scars that had not yet been healed.Fred's voice rose in rage and anxiety as he checked the time on his phone. Linda! You're in my place at this hour. Why? This is 10 p.m.With suspicious alertness, his penetrating eyes followed her every step. "Come in, Laura," Jerry said firmly as he drew her to t
Laura's voice was barely above a whisper as she stammered, "This can't be happening." She staggered back, separating herself from Helen and the dead rats scattered on the floor, her breath quickening as a wave of cold disbelief passed over her. "Laura… the rats," Helen said shakily, her eyes focused on the gory scene, "they ate the pie, and now they're dead." Laura's trembling hands gripped the counter for support as the realization of their discovery set in. Laura's eyes darted to the window, her mind racing. "So that's why Linda was watching from outside," Laura muttered, her voice tingling with dread.As the knowledge set in, her chest constricted. No one deserved to be poisoned in cold blood, and Fred's reputation for playing with women did not excuse this. Laura's mind was racing, picturing what would happen if Linda had her evil plans. She gazed at the dead rats, whose bodies served as a terrifying reminder of the pie's deadly strength. Her knees felt like they might give out
As everyone huddled in the dark kitchen, the sound of heavy footfalls broke the stillness of the house. They heard a slight squeak of the door and noticed a figure coming out of the darkness. It was Fred. They all cried out, "Fred!" in a voice that was a combination of shock and incredulity. Perplexed by their response, Fred hesitated. "Yes, it's me. Moreover, why are you all staring at me like I'm a vampire?” With a slight smirk, he made a joke. He folded his arms across his chest and walked confidently into the room.However, Fred was unable to identify the edge in their eyes, which suggested that there was something hidden beneath the surface. Something he couldn't yet describe charged the dense atmosphere. Fred didn't know what was going to happen to him. He didn't realize the somber reality concealed within the space, the hushed secrets, the rushed looks, and the unspoken agreement that bound the others together. The kitchen was a trap, not just a space. And Fred had simply wa
Fred's eyes were wide with panic, and his heart was racing as he gazed at Jerry. He got up from his chair slowly, his hands shaking. "Jerry... What is Linda requesting from me? He removed the phone from Jerry's hands and whispered in a raspy voice. He glanced back at the bright screen, as though attempting to interpret a mysterious message that made him shiver. The uncomfortable silence was broken by Laura's careful but steady voice. Jerry, what is it? What did you observe? Her curiosity overcame her reluctance as she leaned in and took small but purposeful steps. The uneasiness that pervaded the room was reflected in the urgency of her tone.The three of them gathered around Fred, craning to see the source of his terror. “How… was… the… pie… Fred,” Helen and Laura read aloud, their voices trembling as their eyes widened in shock. The words seemed innocent, but the sinister undertones in their context chilled them to the bone. They exchanged uneasy glances before staring at Fred, t
Laura's face lit up with a dazzling smile as she jumped toward the counter with her arms out. She embraced the man without hesitation, giving him the kind of warm embrace that only loyal pals receive. "Laura... With a tone full of sincere joy, the man said, "I'm so glad to see you again." After holding her for a little longer, he took a step back and glanced over her for a moment. "You now work here?".With a tiny tremble in her voice, she answered, "Yes… yes, I do." A shadow of uneasiness appeared on her face, and the radiance in her manner faded. "After the incident, you know”.Her voice trailed off, hardly more than a whisper. Unwanted memories returned, causing a pale flush to sweep over her face. It all came rushing back: the humiliation, the betrayal. Struggling to steady herself, she swallowed hard. The man knew the importance of what she had said because he had been a security guard at her previous job. He had attempted to alert her to the ruthless schemes of Mary and the ot
Maggie shifted uneasily as the shadowy figure drew closer, her heart rate increasing. Her eyes darted about the darkened walkway as her fingers fumbled with the hem of her coat. But she let out a loud breath as the person stepped out of the darkness. It was merely a kid. Fred narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, trying to see the approaching figure. He laughed as he realized who it was. "Oh!”. "You again," he said, with a hint of humor in his voice. Daniel, Laura's younger brother, was in front of them. The boy's little stature shifted from foot to foot, giving him a sheepish appearance. He obviously needed to go to the bathroom.Maggie exhaled a sigh of relief and relaxed her stiff shoulders. "This is the child Jack was referring to, right?”. “His new best friend?” Her tone was light but nevertheless tinged with frustration as she questioned. She folded her arms and stared at Daniel, who appeared to be wishing he were somewhere else.Fred studied Daniel with his arms folded and hi
Maggie felt like everything was falling apart around her. Under the thunderous boom of panic in her chest, the hospital's clean smell dissipated. Jack was not in bed. "Oh my God, Jack!”. She cried out, "Jack!" as her voice reverberated across the deserted ward. Her panicked eyes darted to every dark corner of the corridor as she ran out of the room. As she frantically looked for any indication of him, her heart sounded loudly in her ears. She hardly heard hurried footsteps until she ran into Fred, who was charging at her, his face white with haste."Fred - Fred!”. “He's not here!” Maggie sobbed as she gripped his arm shakily. Panic overcame her, and tears fell down her cheeks. Raw terror clawed at her throat, causing her voice to crack.Fred thought his chest had been cut by a knife. He felt a wave of panic as Maggie's words replayed in his mind. “What?”. “Where is Jack?” His voice trembled as he demanded. He didn't wait for an answer before running in the direction of the ward whe
Maggie halted, her wide eyes taking in the scene before her, her shaking fists gripping the door frame. As she looked at Fred and Sarah in a state of unkempt anarchy, her heart felt like a stone. She had just gotten back from the hospital with a few necessities for herself and Jack, with plans to stop by the office to pick up her misplaced hoodie. She was broken by the scene she bumped into. She had just intended to speak with Fred privately to express her regret for her involvement in Jack's medical situation. She felt a great deal of guilt and wanted to make things right. Fred, however, had obviously hurried back to the office with a completely different goal in mind.Maggie's voice trembled as she asked, "Fred, how could you?" Her shock gave way to pure betrayal, and Fred fumbled, snatching on his shirt as he hurried toward her. "Maggie, wait, it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, desperation thick in his voice. Behind him, Sarah, panicked and flustered, tugged at her tigh
There was a chill in the air as Linda walked closer and fixed Jack with her piercing, predatory eyes. Her presence was both dominating and unnerving, as if she had come specifically for him. Maggie automatically tightened her hold on Jack and positioned herself in front of him in a protective manner. She maintained a piercing, unblinking gaze on Linda. "What are you doing here?" Maggie gently shoved Jack behind her and requested in a forceful voice. Linda smiled mischievously and held out her hand. "Oh, do you remember me?" Her tone was full of sarcasm as she teased. The security guard in the vicinity watched the incident from a distance, his face displaying hesitation as he considered his next course of action."Yes, exactly”. “Tell me, what are you doing here?" Maggie retorted, her voice icy and full of controlled rage. The tension was broken by Linda's sarcastic tone as she leaned closer. "Give me a chance to introduce myself again”. “I am Linda Jones”. “One of the numerous wom
Fred froze, his thoughts whirling. How could Linda have predicted that he would be at Presbyterian Hospital at that precise moment? The microphone in the sheriff's car suddenly struck him. His eyes were fixed on Linda, and he felt a surge of rage, like she was taunting him. "What are you doing here?" As she drew closer, Fred made a crisp, authoritative demand. Linda's mouth curled into a cunning smile. "You're so rude all the time, Fred”. Her eyes never left his as she spoke in a low, derisive tone, "You really should change that attitude." Her confidence radiated threat as she leaned nonchalantly against his car."What are your plans, Linda?”. “Which game are you playing now?” Fred snarled and stood up, telling her to get away. Linda nodded slowly and deliberately as she chuckled softly. "My plans? She repeated, her voice brimming with sarcastic innocence, "My game?" She moved closer, putting a hand on his shoulder with measured audacity. Her unrelenting gaze ripped through him.
The weight of Helen's confession created a tense mood in Laura's room. Helen stared at Laura's disbelieving expression as her voice faltered, just before she revealed the secret. The moment was cut short when a loud, authoritative voice roared from the doorway. "Helen!" Unmistakably forceful and booming, the voice echoed like a sudden thunderclap throughout the room. The astonished gaze of both women snapped to the door as they froze. Jerry was standing there, his massive body silhouetted against the hallway light. His tone left no space for debate as his piercing eyes flitted to Helen."Helen!” His voice brought no opposition, he commanded, "Come with me immediately." Under the pressure of Jerry's dominant presence, Helen faltered, her determination faltering. She glanced inquisitively at Laura, who had a confused and suspicious look on her face. Jerry's timing was perfect, or maybe premeditated. He had realized the seriousness of the situation and acted quickly, seeing Helen's re
Jerry stood motionless, unable to endure the oppressive quiet. He stared at Laura, her thin body quivering with tears streaming down her face. Her face was smeared with tears as she leaned heavily against the wall and stared at the phone that was resting menacingly on the table. Helen quickly rushed to Laura's side after realizing how serious the situation was. She softly clutched her hand, her voice quiet and comforting. "What's wrong, Laura?”. “ Are you acquainted with her?” As she drew Laura in closer, protecting her from the mounting tension in the room, Helen's worry was evident.As Laura's shaky fingers brushed her wet cheeks, her sobbing grew more intense. Her eyes slowly turned to Fred, and it was clear that she was hateful. She was unable to conceal the wave of disdain that washed over her. All the grief and betrayal memories from her previous employment returned, all of them related to women Fred had somehow crossed paths with.Laura's long-simmering anger towards Fred was
Fred and Jerry looked at each other uneasily, the words that had been spoken hanging in the air. In an unsaid effort to cover up any tension that had crept into the room, both men quickly cleared their throats. As he scrambled for a way out, Fred muttered, "Yeah, um… Jerry," breaking the stillness. "You know, I forgot to call the doctor even though I said I would." With a vague motion of his hand, he hoped the topic shift would stick. Helen, however, didn't believe it. With her hands clasped together and her keen eyes darting between them, she leaned forward . Her piercing eyes glowed with suspicion, and they both writhed even more in silence.Helen had come to inquire simply if Fred and Jerry were ready to eat. However, their low voices and disjointed sentences stopped her cold as she got closer to the living room. She hovered behind the door, listening intently to every muttered detail, intrigued. That's how she learned about it. Fred and Jerry felt their spines tingle as Helen's