AVAI sat on the edge of my bed, my heart filled with worry. I had been this way ever since I discovered those notes locked away in the storage earlier today.Who could I trust to help me interpret these documents? The family doctor was out of the question, given how closely they were tied to Liam’s commitment. I needed someone outside the family’s circle of influence, someone who would be willing to look at the evidence objectively.With my phone in hand, I began scrolling through my contacts, my eyes feeding through every phone number as I tried to find a doctor on my list. Fortunately, I came across Dr. Patel, an old friend of my stepmother's who had retired a few years ago but still kept up with medical research. I remembered my step mother speaking highly of Dr. Patel’s integrity and discretion. If anyone could help me with medical advice, it would be him.I pulled out my phone and quickly sent a message, hoping against hope that Dr. Patel would be willing to meet with me. As
AVAThe mansion was quiet, with only the faint murmur of conversation coming from down the hall. I moved carefully, staying close to the wall, my ears straining to pick up what was being said. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I had no choice. John’s voice carried through the partially open door of his study, sharp and insistent, and I could hear the urgency in his tone. My heart pounded in my chest as I pressed myself closer, trying to catch every word.“...can’t risk it any longer. She’s getting too close,” John was saying. “Yes, a more secure facility. Somewhere isolated, where no one will ask questions and she can’t reach him. I want it done by the end of the week.”My breath caught in my throat. They were moving Liam. Somewhere even more secure and isolated? Panic surged through me. If they moved him to another facility, one more locked down and hidden away, I might never see him again. I wouldn’t be able to get any more information, wouldn’t be able to prove he wasn’t violen
AVAWith each passing day, the weight of my mission grew heavier. The deadline for Liam’s transfer from the asylum was fast approaching, and I felt like I was racing against time, fighting a battle that no one else seemed to understand. I was making a light lunch in the kitchen, trying to distract myself from the anxiety gnawing at my insides. The smell of grilled vegetables and the rhythmic chopping of the knife were the only things keeping me grounded at that moment.As I was lost in my thoughts, Tamy walked into the kitchen. Her presence startled me, and I nearly dropped the knife. She approached me cautiously, her eyes downcast as if she were afraid of intruding on my solitude. "Ava dear," she said softly, "Uncle John is calling for you in his study room."My heart sank. Uncle John rarely summoned me these days unless he had something unpleasant to say or a new way to undermine my efforts. I nodded to Tamy, giving her a weak smile, and wiped my hands on a dish towel. "Thank you, T
AVAThe next day, I decided it was time to confront Uncle John and Davies. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I couldn't just sit back while Liam remained locked away in that asylum. The truth was on my side, and I had to fight for it. I found them both in the sitting room, deep in conversation. The tension in the air was palpable as I walked in, determined to finally make my stand.“Uncle John,” I began, my voice steady but filled with determination, “Liam doesn’t need to be in the asylum. He’s not violent. There’s no reason for him to be there.”John looked up from his seat, his expression darkening. “Not this nonsense again, Ava,” he snapped, his voice filled with impatience. “You’ve started spewing your rubbish once more. Haven’t you learned by now?”Davies, lounging on the couch with a smug grin, chuckled derisively. “Pathetic,” he sneered. “You look utterly pathetic doing this, Ava. Do you think anyone here takes you seriously?”But I didn’t waver. I wasn’t going to be intimidated
AVAAs I walked out of the hearing, the sense of relief I felt was fleeting, quickly replaced by a wave of exhaustion and anxiety. The small victory was just that—small. Liam was still not free, and I knew Uncle John wouldn’t let this go without a fight. He was a man accustomed to having control, and now that control was slipping. I could see it in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as the board announced their decision. But I had to keep pushing. For Liam’s sake, I couldn’t afford to stop now.The next few days were a blur of frantic planning and cautious anticipation. I couldn’t shake the feeling that John was plotting something, that he wouldn’t take the board’s decision lying down. He was too powerful, too connected. I had to be ready for whatever he threw at me next.One afternoon, as I sat in my room, sifting through the notes and documents I had gathered, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I tensed, expecting the worst. But when I opened the door, it was Clara standin
AVAThe sizzling of the eggs in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I stood at the stove, trying to keep my thoughts focused on breakfast. I had been up for hours, tossing and turning, my mind restless with everything that had happened with Liam. The mornings were the worst—when the quiet made it impossible to escape my own thoughts.Just as I was about to plate the eggs, the doorbell rang, jolting me out of my reverie. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was early. Far too early for visitors. I wiped my hands on my apron and headed to the front door, my heart beating a little faster with each step.When I opened the door, I was greeted by an elderly woman with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her gaze was sharp, assessing, as if she were sizing me up. She wore a tailored coat and had a scarf draped around her neck, her appearance meticulously put together despite the early hour.“Good morning,” she said in a smooth, almost too-friendly tone. “You must be A
AVAAs I entered the dining room, I felt a familiar tension prickling under my skin. The long mahogany table was set with gleaming silverware and fine china. It was a typical family dinner, or at least as typical as they ever got around here. Tonight, however, felt different. There was an undercurrent of something—an unspoken unease that made my pulse quicken.Eleanor was already seated at the head of the table, her back straight as a rod, her eyes bright with an unsettling intensity. Her presence in the house had been an unexpected surprise, and it didn’t feel like a pleasant one at that. She had swept in with a kind of quiet authority, claiming she was here to "support the family during these difficult times." The rest of the family slowly trickled in, taking their places around the table. Uncle John settled to Eleanor’s right, looking as gruff and brooding as ever. Across from him, Davies and Clara lounged in their chairs with a smug grin on their faces, looking like they enjoyed
AVAThe facility Liam was transferred to felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the suffocating walls of the asylum. It wasn’t as sterile or cold; the rooms were painted in soft pastels, and the windows actually let in sunlight. When I arrived, a nurse led me to the courtyard where Liam sat, bathed in the afternoon glow, surrounded by flowers and gentle whispers of a breeze.As I walked closer, I could see him more clearly. His shoulders, once hunched over with despair and confusion, were now slightly relaxed. His hair, usually a mess, was combed, and there was a soft smile on his lips. He looked... almost at peace.Liam was sitting cross-legged on the soft grass, his face turned up to the sun, eyes closed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Here, in the more relaxed facility, he almost looked like the Liam I used to know—still there, just beneath the surface.I walked over, careful not to disturb his quiet moment. The sound of the gravel crunching under my feet made him open his