Ada “Harry, stop it!” I yell, trying to step forward. Max grabs my arm and stops me from taking another step forward. The sight of the gun makes shivers race down my spine. “Lower that gun!” I exclaim. “What do you think you’re doing!? You’re only going to get yourself into more trouble!”“I don’t care about trouble, Ada,” he answers. “This young man here think he can rise from the dead and torment me? What do you want to know exactly? I already apologized. It’s either you kill yourself or let it go, Theodore.”My brother clenches his jaw, his eyes on Harry’s face and not the gun. It’s like I’m watching a horror movie play right before my eyes. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, not again. “Ada,” Max says in my ear. “Stay put. There’s nothing you can do or say that will change his mind. I don’t want you to get hurt.”“I don’t want anyone to get hurt, either,” I claim. He starts dragging me away from the scene but I refuse to go. I resist. Theo says to Harry, “Going to finish what
Ada When I wake up, I see Max’s face hovering above mine. He seems to be shaking me though the feeling only returns to my body moments after my eyes open. “Ada,” he’s calling. “Ada. Please, wake up. Hey, look at me. Ada, look at me, baby.”I look around, feeling somewhat disoriented. We’re outside. Grayson is standing a few feet away. He’s on the phone. “Are you alright?” Max asks, attracting my attention once more by placing his hand on my cheek. “Hey, what happened? You passed out.”“I…I don’t know.”“Grayson’s calling an ambulance. An accident has happened. Harry ended up shooting himself. It’s a fucking nightmare.” “What?” I ask, alarmed. He immediately regrets his words. I can tell just by looking at him. He then shakes his head and says, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about a thing. The police will be here soon and then all of this will be taken care of, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. Here, lie down.”Once he’s done talking on the phone, Grayson squats beside me and presses
Maximilian When Grayson appears at my side, I don’t even look up. He slaps my shoulder and asks me, “Everything alright?”“I’m worried about Ada. Where’s Theo?”“Getting stitched up. He’ll be fine, though.”I sigh and rub my face. It’s been a long day and I’m riled up. At least it’s over. “Harry?”“Dead.”I could tell that the sight of his body affected Ada but I don’t know to what extent. I’m new to this whole story so I don’t know how she felt about him. It’s clear that she didn’t consider him a father and, to be fair, the man was an asshole and manipulative. He managed to fool even me with his whole ‘I changed’ story, and then he pulled a gun on us and nearly killed Ada’s brother. Fuck. I thought I had problems. “It’s going to be alright,” Grayson claims. “Things are going to make more sense now. At least for her. Crazy though, isn’t it?”I nod, agreeing with him. “To me, it’s crazy that I wouldn’t have met her if that man hadn’t lied to her her whole life.”“That’s true.”Life
Ada In the morning, things feel a lot calmer as I had all night to process what happened and the new changes that have happened in my life. One thing is certain: it’s been a hell of a few days. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. Theo being alive. Harry being the villain of our story. Damson being my twin. Hell, finding out I was pregnant. It’s all so much that I can hardly wrap my head around it all. But I’ll manage. Of course I will. My first visitor in the morning is Theo. When I see him, my heart weeps with joy and we hold each other for a long time. “How’s your arm?” I ask. “Fine. Just needed a few stitches,” he replies before stepping away from me. He looks at me for the longest time—drinking me in with a faint smile on his lips. My throat tightens and tears fill my eyes. “Theo,” I say, shaking my head slightly. “You don’t know how shocked I am that you’re here. It’s crazy. I’ve cried…I spent so many years missing you. Needing you with me.”He takes my h
Ada I watch as her eyes widen when she takes in Theo, who’s standing directly next to me. Her mouth is agape and she stares at him like she’s staring at a ghost. They straightens his spine and fixes her a look. I see his anger blazing in his eyes as clear as day but when he speaks, he sounds controlled. At ease. “Theresa. Long time no see.”“Theodore?”“In the flesh. Surprised to see me?”If I hate Harry, then it’s only natural for me to hate my mother because in many ways, this is also her fault. All of this is her fault. She’s the one who caused all this duplicity. She’s who deceived my real father and brought Harry into our lives. She caused his death and Theo’s accident, and the worst part?She sat by and watched as Harry ruined our lives. He tricked me and lied to me about the Loxleys and she never contradicted him. Of course, when they both saw how stubborn and adamant I was, they then played the concerned parent card on me. Tried to manipulate me into staying away. I should
Maximilian “Max,” Rebecca says after I break the news to her. “Jesus. Congratulations!” A gasp leaves her lips and she shakes her head. “I can’t believe it. You’ll be a father!? A father!?”I nod. “Isn’t that great?”She practically lunges at me and I have to hold her. She peppers my face with kisses and says, “Baby brother. You’re going to be a Dad! You don’t know how excited I am for you. Max!”“Thanks, sis,” I say, pulling away. Ada will be leaving the hospital soon—we’re just waiting for the doctor to run the last few tests and then it’s time to go. I can’t wait to get her home and away from all this mess. She deserves some time away from all this. I want to give her that sense of security now that this is all behind us. I can tell she’s devastated but there’s relief mixed in somewhere in there, too. At least now she has closure. She knows the truth. “Oh, this is going to be great!” she exclaims. “My baby won’t be alone for so long around the house. He’ll have someone to pla
AdaSaying goodbye to Theo is hard—I won’t deny it. I wanted him to stay. It would’ve been so damn amazingly if we could all just stick together like a true family. I’ve always been thirsty to live life the way it used to be; back when everything made sense and I was at my happiest. But my brother has a life in Argentina now. I can’t intervene. He came here to do what he had to do, and now it’s time for him to go. The good thing is that we’re going to stay in touch and talk all the time. We won’t be strangers anymore. I’ll be able to give him life updates and he’ll do the same. To be honest, this is way better than I could’ve ever hoped. Just the fact that he’s alive is enough for me to celebrate. Hence, I won’t be greedy or even ungrateful. I’ll just take what I can get with open arms. Seeing him again is so great. This is the happy ending that I didn’t think I’d get. He kisses the side of my head noisily and says, “I’ll miss you. If you didn’t have a life here and were expecti
AdaSeveral Months Later My belly is huge and I can barely walk around these days without feeling like a balloon that’s about to take off into the air and disappear. Max is being incredibly supportive. He’s been by my side this entire time and helps me with even the smallest things. In two weeks I’ll be giving birth to our baby girl. I’m beyond excited and so is he. What excites me more about this birth is that Theo is going to be here for it. He said he doesn’t want to miss this for the world. We’ve been talking almost every day since the day we found each other again and it’s been amazing having my brother back in my life. I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I started talking to him and hearing the sound of his voice. Either way I can say my life is way better than it used to be. It makes a lot more sense now that I’m surrounded by the people I love. Rebecca moved out many months ago but she’s also been a stay figure in my life. I can call her anytime I need advice
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