Sara POV "How are you feeling now?" I heard an unfamiliar voice around me as I opened my eyes. "Where am I?" I turned to face my surroundings. I noticed an unfamiliar room painted in cream color. The smell of fresh lavender permeated the room. Through a large window, the sun beams directly on my face. Even though the fan was only operating slowly, I still felt cold. My mind suddenly reminded me of the incident with Uncle Joe. Oh no, I can't stay here; I have to run. In a panic, I attempted to get out of bed, but my physical discomfort forced me to lie back on the bed. "Don't panic; you are safe here." I finally turned to look at the source of that motherly voice. This woman seems so familiar to me. I feel like I've seen her before, but where did I see her? I raced through my mind and remembered her face. At Aron's house, I saw her photo. Oh, so she is his mother. What would I do if she found out about my relationship with Aaron? I have to get out of here now. I'm worried she'
Aron POV "Oh, Jerry, I am so happy today." I hugged Jerry happily as I reached home. "Aaron, what happened? Did you find her?" She looked at me in confusion. "Yes, I know where she is. I'll soon meet her and ask for her forgiveness." I danced with Jerry to express my happiness. "I am happy for you, Aron. It filled my heart with joy to see you smile after a long time." She turned up the volume on the sound system to celebrate my significant accomplishment. I was quite proud of what I had accomplished. I wasn't as excited when I received the Best Businessman award as I am now that I've found her. I had a wonderful evening with Jerry and went to bed after setting my alarm for five in the morning. My mind was filled with excitement about meeting her again after one month. What will I tell her? How will she react to seeing me in front of her? Was she going to be surprised? My enthusiasm kept me from falling asleep. Why time ticks so slowly is beyond my comprehension. Why hasn't this
Sara POV "He is a grown man now, and he is not living with me." She placed the soup bowl on the table and sat on the side stool near the bed. "Did he come here to meet you?" I asked her to tell me more about her feelings for him. "No, he didn't come here; now he doesn't even talk to me." Tears filled her eyes. "Please don't cry, Aunty." I wiped away her tears because I already knew the whole story and didn't want to reopen her old wound. "Sometimes we make grave mistakes for which we must bear the consequences for the rest of our lives." Her gaze remains fixed on the floor, and her tone is filled with seriousness. I was well aware that she was talking about her betrayal of Aron, so I quietly nodded my head when I heard her. "Sara, I attempted to communicate with my son numerous times, but he refused to engage with me once he caught me in the act." I'm not sure why she's opening up to me, but I feel awful about lying to her about myself once more. "We never had a positive relati
Aron POV "Aron, where's Sara?" As soon as I entered the house, Jerry questioned me with eagerness. "I didn't find her; she left that place before I reached there." Once again, I feel sad about my loss. "Don't lose hope. Aron, I am sure you will find her soon." She patted my shoulder. "I don't know Jerry; maybe I will never find her again." I let out a heavy sigh at my failure. "Have some time to relax; I will bring coffee for you." She left me alone in the hall and walked towards the kitchen. "Where are you, Sara? I hope you are safe and fine." I closed my eyes and thought of her again. Who was that man? Why did he run away after seeing me?Was Uncle Joe there? No, I don't think he was Uncle Joe. What if he was Uncle Joe and tried to molest her like he did in her childhood? When I imagined her with Uncle Joe, my blood boiled. He can't touch her now; she's my woman. But it's possible that she ran away from that place because of him; otherwise, what's the reason she ran away from
Sara POV "Sara, you haven't dressed up yet; we need to go shopping." She opened the room's door and looked at me. "Just give me five minutes." The thought of being caught red-handed had already made my heart race, and seeing her in front of me made me feel even more nervous. My broken leg recovered after one month, so she wanted to take me to the nearby market because I hadn't stepped outside her house at that time. Although I put his number on her phone's blacklist, I was still afraid when her phone buzzed with any number. Neil will try to call back on this number. When his phone is not connected to this number, how can I be so foolish as to believe that he won't call me on this number using a different number? Oh no, I have to do something to correct my mistakes. I have entirely overcome my guilt in just one month. As time passed, I realized that I had done nothing wrong by killing that monster. I forgot that I killed him, so I came here to protect myself from the police. Than
Aron POV Why is my mother's phone off right now? Over the past three days, I have attempted to contact her, but her phone has been inactive for the past few days. Is it possible that he was lying to me? Maybe Sara didn't call him. After all, how did she reach my mom? How could she find her when she didn't even know anything about her? No, he can't lie to me. I threatened him with a gun, so I doubt he would have the audacity to lie to me. I have so many questions, but right now, I can't seem to find the answers to any of them. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration. I desperately want to meet Sara, but I lose every time I reach so close to my goal. "Observe his every move." I contacted my detective and instructed him to monitor Neil's activities, as I am certain that Sara will reach out to him again. I feel enraged knowing that she called him to tell him about her whereabouts, but she doesn't call me all these days. Why hadn't she reached out to me? Did she start to hat
Sara POV "Life is a blank canvas that God provided for each of us and then gave us the freedom to decorate it however we pleased. Instead of giving someone else the paintbrush of our lives, we must accept complete responsibility for the pictures we paint on the canvas of our lives."In the dead of night, I read one of my favorite passages from my just-published book before leaving Ema's home. I don't want to lie to her anymore, even though I know she will be concerned about my abrupt departure from her life and home. She was a big help to me during my rough patch. I often considered telling her the whole truth, but I never worked up the nerve to do so. After much thought, I finally convinced myself to meet his other family. I'm not sure why he wanted me to meet them, but one thing is for certain—I still have a lot of secrets that have been kept from me since I was a young child. I didn't know my dad came from a wealthy family; therefore, I lived my entire half-life in poverty. My g
Aron POV "Aron, did you create all of this? I had no idea you were such a talented painter." As she looked at all the paintings, Jerry was taken aback. "I was also unaware of my hidden talent, but Sara made it possible for me to identify it." I peered at my freshly painted canvas. "I must say you made excellent paintings. Tell me what went through your mind while you painted these pictures." She gave me a curious glance. "Jerry, every painting I create captures both the wonderful and tragic parts of my life. If you look closely at this picture, you will discover that the unhappy Christmas night in my life served as the inspiration for this artwork." I took a quick look at the painting, which shows a teenage boy peeking out of his room window, watching his neighbors celebrate Christmas. "This painting, Jerry, reflects my past trauma with darkness. Do you remember the day you closed me in while I was trying to find a light?" I looked up at her face. She gave me a nod, then turned