The first thing Catherine saw when she opened the door for the bell ringer was a grim face and red eyes from crying too much. The smile on her face soon disappeared and was replaced by a worried look because she found Hazel coming home in a condition that wasn't what she expected. She thought Hazel would be happier after coming home from D.C, considering she'd gotten what she'd wanted all along, a chance to meet Kiev and ask about Calvin. But what she saw at this time actually looked worrying. Hazel's condition had become much worse than the last time she had seen her before she left for the airport full of joy.
"The girls?" she asked wearily as she plopped down on the couch. She had tried not to cry the whole way from the airport to her apartment. And now she felt really tired like her energy had been sucked out of her body.
"Still in school. Emily's home in an hour. Zinny has ballet classes after her school."
“Oh… I miss them,” Hazel groaned in frustration.
Entering the third month of her pregnancy, Hazel found it much easier to regulate her emotions and live out her days as a judge. Sadness about Calvin's death still haunts her, but it doesn't have the hysteria effect it had a few weeks ago when she went to see Kiev in D.C. Currently her focus is only on her work and also her family. She tries to be a good mother to her two daughters because that is her main responsibility. Her love for Calvin was also important, but the man was dead. There was nothing she could do to bring him back except to pray for him and reminisce about all the wonderful memories they had together. If only Calvin didn't die and was still alive to be by her side. She desperately wanted to tell the world that she loved Calvin and was expecting their precious baby. Unfortunately Calvin is not here to be with her. That made her feel a dilemma. She doesn't know when exactly she will be able to tell everyone that she is pregnant. The people in her office haven'
"I woke up earlier than you, alarm." Calvin smirked at his alarm, which was just about to go off loudly to wake him up. Six in the morning. It was the time displayed on his digital clock screen, but he had been awake since two hours ago. He'd brewed coffee, had breakfast bagels, and now he's doing some exercises with dumbbells in the mini gym at home. He shouldn't have to set an alarm just to turn it off and mock it because he wakes up earlier than the one he set to go off at six. But this is fun. He was happy to have something to laugh about after more than two weeks of living in this secluded house and getting bored. Shit! He returned to his gym, intending to continue some training before cooking something to eat. But he suddenly lost his will to do the exercises. The scars on his body gradually healed. Now is the time to restore the muscle mass that had slackened due to the long rest he did in the hospital. Unfortunately now he feels lazy to do the exercis
Countless times he did this in a week or maybe two. Who knows. He had forgotten the last time he checked the calendar. Every day he always wakes up at four o'clock. Do a few stretches. Drinking coffee. Go to the gym room to train. He ran from the gym to his room to turn off the alarm that was about to go off at six o'clock. Then showered, had breakfast, got into his cool car, then sped off down the deserted street to the courthouse where Hazel worked. Now he really looks like a maniac. The very regular rhythm of his life sometimes makes him bored, but he has not found other pleasures that he can do to replace the boring rhythm of his life. This time he tried to vary the rhythm of his life by watching Hazel from a distance while occasionally taking pictures of her. He already had hundreds of photos of Hazel on his phone. Later when he has a thousand photos of Hazel, he will print them and create a special room in his house which he will name the Hazel Room. Yeah, that
"You've been waited by two officers in your room. Everything is alright?" Hazel arrived from the courthouse with a listless face that looked exhausted. The aura that the woman gave off made Mrs. Eden look at her worriedly. Lately, Hazel's condition is quite worrying. It was rare for her to see Hazel's smiling face and instead see her frown like this. "Wyne. He whirred like a bee all around me. And lately I keep feeling worried because of the terror.” Mrs. Eden seemed more interested in the Wyne issue than the terror that was haunting her. Her face showed over-interest with a gleam of happiness on her face as she said Wyne's name. "Wyne loves you. I'm glad he started to persevere to approach you. What did he do to make you look this upset?” She didn't agree with Mrs. Eden at all. Wyne's idea to captivate her heart to get her love must have been supported by Mrs. Eden, so now Wyne looks more daring and sometimes pushy. This afternoon whe
He must be crazy. Yeah, he really was crazy for coming to this office to get a closer look at Hazel. The temptation to see Hazel was really hard to resist. In fact, he was getting more and more addicted to seeing Hazel after two weeks ago he had ventured to see Hazel from a distance. It seems all the temptation to go on vacation becomes bland and seems boring. He'd better quench his thirst by looking at Hazel as much as he could, even if it meant holding back jealousy because that guy named Wyne was always orbiting around Hazel. Entering Hazel's office building, he acted like a client about to file a lawsuit. The less stringent security system in this building made it easier for him to go to Hazel's room on the fifth floor. They should have beefed up the security here since he'd broken into Hazel's office to find her address. But nevermind. The security system was no longer important to them since his name was cleared and the real culprit had been arrested. It's like
"What the hell is that?" Wyne hissed angrily at the scribbles on the mirror's surface which were written using red lipstick that had been brutally crushed, so that the writing looked like dried blood scribbled on the mirror's surface. Then in the sink, someone accidentally clogs the water and puts red dye in the water, so that the water now looks stagnant and almost overflowing with a deep red color that looks like thick blood. Hazel looked shocked. Her body trembled in Wyne's arms and now her knees were shaking. She really didn't expect the terrorist to have returned. Even just a few minutes after the police closed the terror case she reported. “Hazel, are you all right?” "No, Wyne. I'm not fine." A sob escaped her lips. She hadn't been in the toilet for a long time. Previously she had stood in front of the mirror to wash her face while observing her face that looked disheveled and confused. She looks like a crazy woman full of problems. Then
Calvin didn't leave Hazel's office right away after the screaming incident which was followed by Hazel's frightened face turning pale. The scribbles he saw in the bathroom mirror made him keep wondering what had happened to Hazel. She wasn't typical weak coward. He knew the woman very well. Even though she was under threat and very scared, she wouldn't be so hysterical, even trembling in a man's arms. Something bad must be happening to her. But what? He kept ruffling his hair in frustration in the car. He was really curious about what happened in the women's restroom. Somehow he had to get into the building again and find out. With a huff, Calvin closed the car door and walked back to Hazel's office building quietly. His footsteps were steady without a doubt. He looks like visitors who are mingling among the crowds of people who are crowding the lobby of the state law office. He sharpened his eyes as best he could to get any information that sounded important from Ha
Hazel sighed as she glanced at the large clock in her room. It's already an hour past her supposed office hour. Currently the staff who work the night shift must have started preparing in their respective rooms. An hour ago Mrs. Eden had told her to go home. But she purposely waited until all the night shift staff who worked on several different floors with her put themselves in their respective rooms first. She wanted to check the CCTV footage in the control room. Today she really wants to avoid people who work the morning shift. She was a bit embarrassed by the embarrassing incident that happened in the toilet. She had shouted so loudly that it caused unnecessary noise. She had guessed that for the rest of the afternoon everyone would be gossiping about her. They might make fun of her spoiled attitude towards Wyne or her dorky behavior that seemed like she wanted attention. Exiting the elevator doors, Hazel walked straight to the control room on the
"Rick? I really didn't expect you to be here." They haven't seen each other in a long time. Maybe more than eight months after their talk in court. Rick then disappeared and never appeared in front of her again. Rumor has it that he has opened a law firm out-of-town specializing in criminal matters. “Hey Hazel, you look a lot better and—” Rick gestured at her bulging belly then smiled widely at Hazel's amazing pregnancy. "And what?" "And chubby. I didn't say you were fat," Rick said, looking innocent. Hazel immediately pursed her lips at those words. Lately many people say she is fat. Especially her annoying husband, Calvin! Oh my gosh, the guy kept rebuking her if she started eating sweet snacks at night. Whose fault is this though? Huh, that sucks! Even though having baby was her wish too. But he often teased her and made her grumble when he started talking about being overweight. “I always get annoyed every time I hear that word. So
Hiding among the tall tree trunks in silence and the drizzling rain that made his coat wet slowly was something annoying. This is not an option, it is a must. He had to wait there long enough for the person he was looking for to appear. But waiting is not fun. It's more like disgusting. He had never been this irritated by anyone before. And the girls he had seen playing in front of the terrace had been called in by a woman he didn't know. It wasn't Hazel of course. Hazel would always be with Calvin and would stick together like postage stamps and letters. And if the girls not been called into the house, he would have at least still had a more beautiful sight to behold than the dark surroundings and the occasional noise of the nocturnal beasts. A chill slowly began to creep over his skin from the wet coat he had been wearing for hours. He wanted to give up and go back to his warm car. But what if that person comes? Hadn't he been waiting for hours for that person? So he ignor
Pine street is very busy. The tourists crowded the sidewalk and were busy taking pictures with whatever objects they encountered on the side of the road. The colorful walls in front of the bakery, statues, walls full of disgusting chewing gum, even wooden benches on the sidewalk are also the targets of tourists to take pictures. There is nothing on pine street that doesn't look attractive to the tourists. Jason laughed amused at the strangeness that was happening in front of him. How ridiculous these people are, Jason thought giggling. It's better to take pictures with beautiful women in nightclubs than to take pictures with inanimate objects on the sidewalk who must be sick of them. Walking leisurely, Jason then turned into a narrow alley beside a nightclub. Today he was going to deliver a package to a European man who was stopping in Seattle on business. Once this area was controlled by a Mexican man who is very well known as the most dangerous mafia in this place.
Catherine was just about to tell the girls to go inside and clean up their toys that were scattered on the veranda when her instincts began to tell her of the dangers around her. Cautiously she swept her eyes all over Calvin's house. She looked closely at the giant trees in front of Calvin's house which suddenly looked scary to her. A gripping fear began to affect her brain so she quickly took action to lead the girls into the house. "Hurry in, your lunch will be cold if you don't come in soon." "What's on our lunch menu today, Aunt Kathy?" “Cheese burger with beef. Come on in quickly." "Yiippiee..." Emily shouted with joy and immediately dashed into the house. While the girls had trodden toward the dining table, Catherine was still standing in the doorway watching the area around Calvin's house that she found a little suspicious. The sound of rustling leaves suddenly increased Catherine's vigilance. Her eyes fiercely moved left and right, sca
Hazel stared at the modern-style two-story building in front of her, squinting. Before actually getting out of the car, she tried to make sure once again the address listed on the document was the same as the address written on the mailbox in front of the house. "Looks like this is her house." "Then let's go down." Calvin parked his car in front of the house and immediately stepped outside, taking a deep breath of cold air. Suddenly he became congested and also pounding because this house was their last stop before they could decide what to do next. As he and Hazel drove to the house, they had a discussion about what they would do if it turned out to be the Millers or if Millers wasn't the terrorizer. Thinking about it made him nervous. Previously he had also shown the cctv camera footage at the hospital to Hazel. According to Richmond's suggestion, he tried to watch the cctv footage again on his cell phone. And from the video he got a clue. Whether t
“I don't know if these kinds of things are necessary? Oh come on Calvin, I'm just pregnant, not invalid." Calvin didn't care at all about Hazel's long tirade ever since they came out of his house in the middle of the woods. Even if she didn't like his exaggeration or whatever he was doing to her right now, he would still do it. The people around them looked at them with confused looks and the rest gave them strange looks because he was so overprotective of Hazel that he had to hold her hand every time she took one step forward and even when climbing stairs. "You should be on bed rest, not wandering around the court." "Oh my God, I'm fine. My baby is fine too. No need to overdo it like this. After all I know this place as well as I know myself. Get your hands off it, Calvin! I can walk alone.” "Shut up Hazel. There's a rock in front of you, you could stumble." Hazel pursed her lips in annoyance and got even more annoyed when Calvin pulled her s
What does a man without a job usually do in the morning? Lazing in front of the house while enjoying a cup of coffee that is still steaming thin. The cold morning air lulled him along with the sound of rustling leaves that fell and littered his yard.But he couldn't really relax in this sitution. He had to think of something for his plan to take revenge on the judge. The last attempt to harm the judge had failed. Still he credited himself for sneaking into the hospital and creating such a mess that the bitch shuddered on the floor. At least it made his heart a little satisfied even though he failed to kill the judge. He thought that now his ambition had escalated from wanting to hurt the judge to wanting to kill the judge. Several of his colleagues told him yesterday at the bar that the judge had a big hand in changing his life. From an independent man with abundant money and a harmonious family to a poor ugly man who was abandoned by his family. If the judge hadn't made the
"Hey, am I bothering you?" At ten o'clock Hazel showed up in Calvin's garage to meet the man who had just finished checking on the cars. He quickly closed the hood as Hazel slowly walked towards him, avoiding the car repair kits that were splattered on the floor. "What's wrong with your car?" "There's no problem whatsoever. I just haven't made any repairs for them in a long time." Hazel's gaze swept over to Calvin's four cars neatly lined up in his garage. Two shiny-looking sports cars, a white Range Rover SUV, and a heavy track car with giant-sized wheels that were almost as big as her. “Nice collection.” “I like cars. Usually I will exchange it for a new one if interested in a new car. They haven't been here more than five years," Calvin said with a dismissive shrug. "I guess I'm quite sentimental about cars. The car I used to use was almost ten years old. And I don't intend to replace it until the car is completely broke."
After a long day of playing and forgetting for a moment all the problems that have been haunting his life lately, it's time to get back to facing the reality of that damned terror. Even so, he didn't deny that he liked his new role now as an uncle and perhaps a father to the girls. After a very exciting lunch today, he and the girls then went to the woods. They walked past the big trees which looked scary to Zinny and Emily, but they wouldn't be afraid because he was with them. He would protect the little girls from monsters or anything that would disturb them. Looks really cool. Whereas before he didn't feel really cool when he spilled blood on the battlefield or killed someone he thought was evil. He actually felt cool when he was with Emily and Zinny. They made his chest expand with pride for being able to protect them as a formidable man. "Am I bothering you?" "Not really. Emma just fell asleep." The corners of his lips curved into a smile. He had