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
AdaI've spent years preparing for this moment, but standing in the grand foyer of the family who destroyed mine, I wonder if I'm truly ready to play the role of the dutiful maid."This way, Miss Johnson," the housekeeper, Mrs. Danes, says to me as we continue through the house. Well, it's more of a palace, but whatever."Your work will be done on this lower part of the house," she informs me as she looks over her shoulder at me through her thin, round glasses. "You'll need a valid reason if you're found upstairs. You're expected to follow your schedule strictly, as any deviation will lead to you being asked to leave. Do you understand?""Yes, Mrs. Danes," I reply shyly, but even that is an act. I'm going to have to find a way to make it upstairs because I'll have to look into the face of Reynold Loxley, the man who killed my father and brother many years ago, ruining my life forever.She continues showing me around, telling me to do this and that, and explaining how they want things
Ada An elderly woman races past me, screaming that she needs help. Saying she can't swim. I turn my head to look at her, and hear her saying hysterically:"HE'S IN THE POOL! SAMMY'S IN THE POOL! I CAN'T SWIM! SOMEONE, HELP!"The pool isn't that far away from where I'm standing. I approach the edge of it, confused, and that's when I see it. A small figure lying at the very bottom of the pool, arms and legs flailing. I don't think twice. I dive into the pool, shoes and all, and swim to the very bottom to grab the drowning child. I'm still blowing air into the little boy's mouth when a crowd comes running toward me. He coughs, water spurting from his mouth, and I turn him on his side while patting his back. I'm trembling from head to toe, adrenaline surging through me. The older lady who was screaming for help gets on her knees next to me, crying, and shortly afterward, I hear the sound of heels clattering toward us before a blood-curdling scream fills the air. "Sammy!"The woman in
MaximilianI have to admit that I feel like shit for having fired that woman when she's the only reason why I'm breathing properly today.If Sammy had drowned in that pool, I'd rain hell down on all those fucking incompetent people. There wouldn't be a single person left standing to tell the story. I dismissed her like she was nothing, only for her to end up saving my nephew minutes later, a boy who means the world to me. I can't take the image of her soaking wet with water pooling at her feet from my mind. Her gaze was steady, and to make matters worse, she hadn't looked at me with resentment. I only saw exhaustion in them, and that made me feel small. Smaller than I ever have in my entire life. Edmund has his arms around my sister, and he's whispering comforting words to her. She's a mess. Then again, I don't blame her. I had a few meetings today, but I've since had them rescheduled. Sammy almost drowning took a toll on us, and things haven't been easy since my father's cancer dia
Ada "To start, I'd like to thank you once again for your bravery," Mr. Manney begins dramatically. "You saved my son's life, and for that, I'm indebted to you for life, Miss Johnson. Please, if there's anything I can do for you, let me know right away."After he says this, I don't quite know what to say to him. A visit from them is the last thing I ever thought would happen. I'm glad I didn't give them a fake address when I applied for the job the same way I gave them a fake name, otherwise, I would've been in some trouble now, I think, and would've ended up losing all credibility. It would be easier to focus on Mr. Manney if his brother-in-law weren't looking at me like I'm a piece of shit standing in his way. His eyes are studying me deeply. Whenever I glance at him, I find him staring at me with an expression that's somewhat dehumanizing. He's so arrogant. So conceited. "I'd...if I could get my job back, I'd be much obliged," I tell him as humbly as I can."Why, of course," he c
MaximilianAs I watch my sister rise from the table and head tired the maid who saved Sammy’s life, I have to admit that I feel anger stirring in my gut. If someone were to ask me, I wouldn’t be able to explain why it is that I feel this way about her. Whenever I catch a glimpse of her face, I get annoyed. It’s not that I’m not grateful that my nephew’s life was spared; it’s something else entirely. Something that runs deeper than logic and simple explanations. Beside me, Edmund snickers, and as I turn my head to stare at him. He’s shaking his head as he watches me over the rim of his coffee cup and says, “Still bothered by the maid? Seriously, Max. What are you, twelve? You’re treating her like she’s your new rival at the school’s playground.”His words worsen my irritation, and I sneer at him. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”“Or is it that you’re annoyed that you find her so striking?” he muses. “There’s nothing striking about her,” I retort dryly while pickin
AdaThat man's on my case, and if I'm not careful, I'll land myself into trouble, the kind that I won't be able to claw myself out of so easily. The truth if that it's hard for me to hide the way I feel about these people. Of course, I'm aware that Reynold Loxley's children have nothing to do with their father's sins, but I can't help but feel resentful toward them all. They live a good life, totally oblivious to the fact that their father is a monster, and I had to live with that for the longest time. Every day, I live in the shadow of the life he created for me unknowingly. Every day, I think about how different my life would've been if my father had just lived. So, I hate them for it. I hate their ignorance and lavish lifestyle built on the blood and bones of innocent people. How many men did their father kill? How many people's lives were affected like mine were?I refuse to believe his crime was a one-time thing. I shake my head to clear my mind, and focus on the task at hand
AdaBy the time I get home, I'm beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally. It took everything for me to stay calm and not barge into that office to look for potential information. I don't expect it to be easy, but I'm counting on the fact that they won't hide things too well because they don't expect anyone to look?Also, I've been thinking a lot about the things that happened and my interactions with the family and the staff. Mr. Loxley, Reynold's son, is onto me. He eyes em suspiciously, and that's not good. I'll need time if I'm going to make a groundbreaking discovery, and I can't have people suspecting me on the second day. Mr. Manney is being weird, that's for sure. I didn't like the way he looked at me, or how he touched me before he walked away. As for Sheila, well, she's not a threat to me. She's just some psycho with way too many delusions in her head. Though, I'm honestly wondering what gave her the courage to walk up to me and say such a thing. Is she really that s
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
MaximilianMy heart is thumping in my chest endlessly. Sweat’s trickling down my forehead in rivulets and it’s getting harder and harder for me to breathe since I parked my car right across the house where Damson lives. Yes, I’ve arrived. At first I thought that maybe it was idiotic to assume that Victoria would be here because what if she was in school? And that’s when I remembered that today is Saturday. No school. Staring at the house sends chills all over me, not because it looks terrifying in any sense, but because of how ordinary it looks. There’s a garden right in the front and people are milling around, getting their weekend exercise in. Whatever. It’s all so fucking ordinary that I ask myself if I’m even in the right place. I look up and down the street. I don’t think Rebecca has arrived yet. Then again, I was closer to her than she was. Whenever I imagined the place where Damson was keeping her, I thought about a dark place somewhere in an abandoned factory or buildi
AdaWhen Damson calls, I’m ready for him. I don’t allow my voice to shake with nervousness. I just leave it as it is. “Hello?”He’s silent and already I take this as a bad sign. My heart is beating against my chest. Slamming, really. So fast that I’m sure it’s going to burst. I’m terrified of what he’s going to say next. I can tell by the sound of his erratic breathing on the other end of the line that it can’t be good. “You lied to me.”“What?”“You betrayed me,” he adds. My heart sinks further. “You told me that you and him had nothing going on between the two of you yet he has just left your apartment. Don’t bother denying it, Ada! I saw it with both eyes!”I close my eyes and hot tears slide down my cheeks. “Damson—”“YOU LIAR!” he rages. “You whore! You’re a lying whore, Ada! You’ll never be anything more than that!”“That’s not true, Damson. You’re exaggerating and…he was here because he wanted to get back with me but I pushed him away. I told him not to come anymore.”“Liar!