MaximilianI stride toward his car, not liking this at all. I’ve always had mixed feelings toward Grayson—he’s someone I simply don’t understand. I don’t know what motivates him. What his intentions are as he approaches something. He’s the kind of person that plays the part of enemy and foe well. Always has. Even when we were kids, he had this say about him that made us argue and fight. Then, as we got older, everything became a competition to him. I can guess at why he spied on my father to find out about his affair with my late wife. Competitiveness. But him being here makes no sense to me and I’ve also been thinking a lot about why he asked Ada to give me the pictures when he could’ve done it himself. Why her? Why would he have all people try to bring us back together? I reach his car, open the passenger door, and slide into the seat. My brows are pinched together and my eyes are on his face as I ask, “What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?”“We don’t have much
AdaSure enough, Damson shows up once the sky darkens, and he’s in a bad mood. I watch as he moves around the room, doing this and that. I’m not paying attention to any of it. My period is late—by a few days, yes, but it’s still concerning because this never happens. And now, I’m imagining the worst. In another situation, I wouldn’t think this way, but now that I’m locked up and my future is no uncertain, I’m horrified by all the possibilities and all the things Damson could do to hurt me. I can’t be pregnant. Max told me about the vasectomy, which is why we never once used protection and I don’t take contraceptives. Naturally, if I were pregnant, it would be a rare case—but he had his procedure done when he was eighteen. That was a long time ago. Screwing my eyes shut, I force myself to stop. I’m being highly anxious—my period’s probably late because of the high stress I’m being put through. I shouldn’t be ridiculous. When I reopen my eyes, Damson is staring directly at me. “
Maximilian "We lost him," Grayson groans. "Dammit!"He slams his hands on the steering wheel and I stare out the window, unsure of how to process this. We were tailing him one minute, but then we stopped at a red light while he continued on."Dammit," Grayson curses again. Then, I feel his eyes on me before he says, "Don't worry. We're going to find him. Tomorrow is another day."Tomorrow. I have to admit that when he approached me with this and asked me to come with him to track this man who might have Ada captive, hope swelled in my chest and I haven't been able to shake it off since. But now that we've lost him, the hole in my chest just grows bigger. I pinch the bridge of my nose as another string of curses leaves Grayson's lips. "What now?""Now we come back tomorrow," he claims. "Fuck, I can't believe we missed him." We were a few cars behind, so when the light turned red and the car in front of us stopped, there was nothing to be done. "I'm sure he has Ada. In fact, he coul
MaximilianIt takes getting home and seeing all the mourning faces for my reality to kick in. Rebecca only called the people closest to us. I spot Mrs. Danes in the corner, talking to an old acquaintance of my father’s, and when she turns her head to meet my gaze, she excuses herself and hurries to my side. “Max,” she says, moving to my side. “Rebecca told me what happened. Was she found? Is she alright?”“We haven’t found a thing,” I reply before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. “There’s no trace of her. I don’t even know if Grayson is being serious or if he’s gone mad.”Mrs. Danes keeps on looking at me as I try to compose myself. Speaking to these people is something I have to do—regardless of how I felt about my father. Nobody else knows that shameful story and I want to keep it that way. This is it. One last thing I’ll give my lying, cheating father. “I’ll head upstairs to change and be back shortly. Then we can talk about this.”It takes about four hours before pe
AdaFor a whole day, Damson doesn't show up. This is the day that also confirms my suspicions. My period still hasn't started. I know this is strange—this has never happened before. I'm convinced that something is amiss. Hell, I'm even convinced I'm pregnant. I don't know what is happening to me. The longer I stay in this bed, the more obsessive my thoughts become. It's a never-ending cycle and the longer he stays away, the worse it becomes. Where is he?I have to go to the bathroom. I'm stressed. Hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Hurting. I didn't think that I'd want to see him but taking into account the circumstances, I really need him to get here quickly. The day is uncommonly long. Waiting has that effect. This feels like the longest day in the world for me and the sky is still light. I feel like if I wait any longer I’m going to explode. Plus, I really need to go to the bathroom. Even after the sky darkens, he doesn’t show up right away, and I’m straining my ears to hear the sound
AdaDamson’s face is a mask of rage as he storms into the bathroom. “What!? What the hell are you talking about!?”I show no fear as I look up at his face. I convince myself that he doesn’t scare me and I won’t falter. No. This time, I’m going to be as brave as I can be. I have to try to survive. If not for me, then for the baby. “It’s true. My period is late. I’m pregnant, Damson. Do you understand me?”He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration while exhaling sharply. For a moment, he doesn’t even look like he’s looking at me and u truly see his crazy side. This man has lost it completely and all I feel is bad for him. But I won’t play along with his delusions anymore. No, I have to try harder. He could kill me regardless. Look at what happened today!“No, you’ve made a mistake. It’s…you don’t know that for sure.” When he meets my gaze I see pure rage in his eyes. “You’re lying to me in hopes to turn the situation around!” “I wish I was lying,” I grit out. “I wish I wa
Ada “Dad?” Damson says. It’s the only time when he actually sounds like his usual self. “Damson,” Harry begins, his voice low and his eyes filling with tears. “I knew something was wrong. I knew that…that you were up to something but I could never have imagined that it was this. What are you doing?”Damson seems to fall silent but his grip on me is unrelenting and I know this because I’m fighting against him, hoping he’ll release me so I can join Harry’s side. Harry’s gaze slides from his son to me. “Ada, are you alright? Jesus. Sweet baby Jesus. You look a mess. Has he hurt you?”“He has,” I grit out before giving my arm one last sharp tug. Thankfully, he releases me. “He hurt me more than words could ever describe, Harry. Your son is a monster!”The words seem to cut him deep. He looks back and forth between the two of us and suddenly reaches for me. “Come, Ada. I’ll get you out of here. Come with me. Take my hand.”I think the words ‘getting out’ seem to trigger Damson because
Ada “This story is long and complicated, Ada,” Harry says, his voice low and level. “I don’t expect you to understand the motives but I want you to know that I’m sorry for having wasted your time. I was just trying to protect you.” “Protect me!?” I rage. “Is that what lying to someone is called? Protecting?”I think of all the weeks I spent in that house, looking for something I’d never find. How stupid was I? I’d figured out a long time ago that I wasn’t going to find a thing. Heavens, the Loxleys were innocent. I spent so much time hating them and they hadn’t done a thing against me. The person who did was sitting beside me, comforting me and acting like a close family friend.God, I’ve been so stupid. So damn stupid. The truth was right in front of me and I never saw it for what it was. “It’s all I can say,” he claims, meeting my gaze. “I know words will never suffice. I didn’t want you to find out like this but it seems I raised a coward instead of a man.”“I’m not the coward
Ada"Nothing much," Max claims. "It's just that, well, I feared that you'd insist on speaking to your mother. You know. About the whole thing."I chew my bottom lip. "Why did you think that?""I don't know. I guess I just assumed you would.""I don't think I would," I admit. "Actually, I didn't think about it. I don't know what I could say to her. Maybe at a later date. But I'm reluctant to leave the cabin. I don't want Damson to get anywhere near us."Max sounds relieved when he says, "Yeah, that's what I had in mind.""I'm shocked by her arrest," I claim. To imagine my mother behind bars isn't something I've done before. It doesn't make me feel particularly glad—I think I've gotten to the point of not caring anymore. She's getting what she deserves. Fine. But of course, the questions I've always wanted to ask her do still exist in my mind. I want to know why she as a mother always put me down and prioritized Damson and Harry. Thinking of it now, that was exactly what she did. In
AdaWe’ve been working closely with the court to make sure that Abby gets everything she needs. It seems that he had a fake birth certificate of hers, one he forged just to get her registered in certain places, like in school. Even hospital visits. Her name is Abigail Patricia Port, and it infuriates me that she’ll have to carry that woman’s name her whole life. We do have the chance to change everything about her name, so we changed her middle name to Marie instead, and of course, her surname is Loxley now. It’s just the right thing to do. We didn’t explain these changes of her but in due time, she’ll become aware of them, and I’m really hoping that the psychologist is going to help us get through to her. It’s been a few days now and she’s still locked in that room. She refuses to come downstairs and of course, we don’t push her. The psychologist claimed that we shouldn’t force ourselves on her. Everything should be done naturally and we’re meant to wait on her guidance. “The t
Maximilian “Sure. Let’s talk.”“First of all,” he begins coarsely, “I want you to know that I’m someone who holds grudges, and I didn’t like how you abandoned my sister for seven fucking years when she needed you most, alright?”The words hit me right where it hurts. I nod, swallowing. “I understand that.”“I had to talk her through the whole thing,” he adds angrily, taking another step toward me. “I was there and you weren’t. Why is that? Why did you abandon her?”“It’s complicated. I wanted to…I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t a total fuck-up and that I’d find our daughter. I kept waiting. Day after day. I never stopped looking for that son-of-a-bitch. And time just kept flying. Before I knew it, too much time had passed and I didn’t know how to approach her anymore. I know that might not sound like the truth but it is.”Silence falls upon us. He looks to the side, breathes deeply, then looks back at me. “And now you’re back in her life. Is this something permanent, or will yo
MaximilianFor the past few days, nothing remarkable happened. Damson didn't show up from out of nowhere to torment us. However, Ada's mother was caught and imprisoned. So at least one good thing happened. She was allegedly buying a plane ticket to leave the country and that's when they captured her. I was beyond pleased with the news and wished it had been Damson instead. I'm not complaining, though. The fucker is still hiding and though I'm not actively looking for him, I'll have more help starting today. Theo, Ada's brother, is arriving from Argentina today. The extra help will be much appreciated. I only hope that the coward didn't leave the county yet. If so, then we're fucked, at least for now because he'll definitely be back when we least expect it. We can't live like this. With the fear of his return hanging over our heads. With luck, Patricia will reveal exactly where he is. I'm not sure what the procedure is but she assisted in a kidnapping and so had to be imprison
Ada “Hi, Theo.”“That text you sent me,” he begins, “is it true? You found her?”“Yes,” I reply, biting my lip. “She’s here with us. But Damson is still on the loose. Max can’t even meet us where we are because he’s afraid Damson will follow him and come torment us here. It’s a never ending nightmare with him. I just wish he’d die.”“Jesus,” he exhales. “She’s been found? I can’t believe this. How was it? Your reunion?”I rest my forehead against the window in the living room. Rebecca is upstairs so I’m all alone down here. The sight of the dark forest all around us is reassuring to me, because the one thing I can think about is how Damson will never be able to reach us here, not on his own. This is the one place where I know we’re safe. “She doesn’t know us,” I say to Theo. “She won’t even look at me and I’ve tried to tell her I’m her mother. I guess this is expected.”“What did she think Damson was? Her father?”“Yes. And there’s more.”“Fuck. What?”“Patricia,” I say, refusing
MaximilianSome hours later, I leave the station. But that doesn’t mean our problems have magically come to an end. Apparently, we could face some charges, and Rebecca could be charged with kidnapping, as ironic as that sounds. But the lawyer assured me that the jury could show sympathy to our case since it’s been cold for years. And I mean years. Seven, to be precise. We saw our chance. We took it. Why involve law enforcement when they’ve sat on their asses for years?I’m supposed to be heading to where they are. I’m so anxious to see everyone and actually hold Ada now that we’ve found our daughter, but we have a serious matter in our hands. Damson. He’s still on the loose and I’m pretty sure he could be watching me. So, why the hell would I drive there when there’s a chance he’ll follow? No, I refuse to do that. I won’t risk Victoria’s life again. Not ever again. And I’m not going to them until Damson is found. Enough of living in this hell. I know he’ll come for me eventua
Ada “I don’t understand it, Rebecca,” I say, sniffling. We’re downstairs now, seated at the marble counter on high stools. I have a glass of water in front of me and we’re both crying. Our hands are clasped. “I just don’t get it.”I spent about twenty minutes in that room, trying to get Victoria—no, Abby—to talk to me. But she kept covering her face and crying. She seemed scared. When I returned to my senses, I realized that she had every right to be terrified. She doesn’t know us. We’re all strangers to her. “We had a plan,” she admits. “Me and Max.”“You’re talking now?” Did he mention it? If so, I can’t remember for some reason. Then again, my head is so full, and so much has happened in the last twenty-four hours. “Yes,” she reveals. “It all happened very recently. I approached him because someone recommended this private investigator to me, and vowed that he was good. So, I assigned him to this case. He used to work with the military before. Some ultra shady shit. Moving on,
Ada I’m numb. The whole car ride, I’m numb. When Rebecca’s driver came to me and told me I had to leave with him, I thought it was some kind of trick. I was so suspicious. Then, she called me and explained to me as carefully as she could that it was all over and that I didn’t have to worry about a thing. That the driver was going to take me to her and the place where Victoria was. Victoria. I couldn’t believe it and still can’t. I have this feeling like maybe I’m dreaming this whole thing up or it’s all a figment of my shattered imagination, something my mind is coming up with to cope with all the loss. Because when Damson hung up after telling me that I’d never see my daughter again, I believed him. That broke me entirely and I think there are still fragments of me on the sidewalk, where I knelt for the longest time before the porter came and helped me inside. He wanted to call the police or an ambulance but I told him I was fine and just received bad news. Like ten minutes l
Maximilian But something happens. A miracle. Rebecca arrives, and I see her parking right across the street from where I’m on my knees on the ground, head spinning so fast that I have the urge to vomit. Right before I pass out, I see her race after Ada’s mother and Victoria, and I only allow the darkness to take over when I see Rebecca grab a hold of her and carry her to the car. Yes.Fucking yes. I pass out right on the road, and when I wake up, I’m being nudged. Someone’s tapping at my arm repeatedly too, and when I open my eyes, blinking rapidly until my vision clears, I see that someone’s tapping me with their foot. Slowly, I look up, and see that it’s an officer who’s tapping me with his foot. His face is a blur but slowly starts to clear up. However, my attention is pulled away from him when I remember Rebecca and Victoria. Ada’s mother. Panic seizes me. How long have I been out?Rebecca’s car isn’t parked across the street like it was before I fainted. Could it mean she