Thirty five

Arieon was in the sunroom painting some pictures. She hadn't been up there since she had been kidnapped. For Christmas, Enzo got her a new set of painting equipment and a diamond necklace. She was so happy and excited to paint again.

"Why don't you make a scrap book for your son so he won't forget you when you leave", Agatha told her the next day. With the idea, she got a book with blank sheets.

She spent time writing lovely poems in the blank space. "This picture will be cute", she said as she picked up the cute painting of stars she made. After pasting a few pictures in the blank sheets. She closed the book and placed it on the table before walking out.

Her phone began to ring. "Hello?". "Arieon!", Alison's voice boomed in her ear making her pull the phone away from her ear. "Damn, Alison. I need my eardrums to work perfectly", she said. "Sorry, I'm sorry", Alison apologized sheepishly.

"So why are you squealing in my ear like a squirrel?", Arieon asked. "For your information, I do