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Shadows of the Past

Penulis: White Angel
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Sunday afternoon cast a golden glow over the city as I arrived at the designated meeting spot, a discreet café on the outskirts of town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations. Freedman already sat, nursing a cup of black coffee, his expression grave.

"Freedman," I said, taking a seat across from him.

"Damian," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.

The cafe's muted atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the darkness we were about to uncover.

Freedman pulled out a small laptop, his eyes locked on mine. "I've got something you need to see."

I nodded, anticipation coursing through my veins like a slow-burning fire.

With a few swift keystrokes, the laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a grainy video clip. The footage revealed a deserted alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of passing cars.

"This is from Luke's murder scene, five years ago," Freedman said, his voice barely above a whisper.

My heart quickened as I watched, my eyes scanning the screen.

Then, I saw her.

Lisa.

She stood near the car, her figure partially obscured by shadows. Her eyes darted around, as if checking for witnesses. Her movements seemed furtive, suspicious.

The car's engine roared to life, and it drove away.

Lisa's gaze lingered on the departing vehicle.

My world tilted.

"Lisa?" I whispered, incredulous.

Freedman's expression turned sympathetic. "I know this changes everything."

The laptop screen faded to black, but the image seared itself into my mind.

Lisa's presence at the scene raised too many questions.

What was she doing there?

Did she know Luke's killer?

Was she involved?

My mind reeled as I struggled to process the footage. Lisa, the woman I'd opened up to, had been at the scene of Luke's murder. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

"Freedman, what does this mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Freedman's expression was sombre. "It means we need to consider the possibility that Lisa might be connected to Luke's death."

I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. How could I have been so blind?

Memories of our time together flooded my mind – her laughter, her smile, her touch. All of it now tainted by suspicion.

"Damian, I know this is tough," Freedman said, his voice softening. "But we need to investigate further."

I nodded, steeling myself for what lay ahead.

"Get me everything on Lisa's past," I instructed Freedman. "Every detail, every connection."

Freedman nodded. "I'll get to work."

As I stood to leave, my eyes lingered on the laptop screen, now dark and silent. The shadows of the past seemed to be closing in around me.

As I stepped out of the cafe, the evening air clung to me like a damp shroud, mirroring the unease settling within. Freedman's words still echoed in my mind: "Consider the possibility that Lisa might be connected to Luke's death."

My phone buzzed, breaking the spell.

"Hey, where are you?" Lisa's text read, her words sparkling on the screen like diamonds.

But doubt had crept in, tarnishing the sparkle.

I hesitated, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

"I'm on my way home," I replied finally, my words laced with apprehension.

"Meet you there," she responded, her message punctuated with a kiss.

My heart skipped a beat, but this time, it wasn't just love that fueled it.

Apprehension simmered, threatening to boil over.

As I headed home, the city streets transformed into a twisted labyrinth, Every shadow hid a potential threat.

Suddenly, my phone rang, shrill in the evening silence.

Unknown number.

"Damian Sparks," I answered, my voice firm.

"You're getting close," a distorted voice growled.

James I called out but the call went silent..

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, navigating the evening traffic. Freedman's words still lingered in my mind: "Consider the possibility that Lisa might be connected to Luke's death."

And James abrupt call..something wasn't right. The city's neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, casting a gaudy glow.

My instincts screamed warning. Adrenaline coursed through my veins like liquid fire, heightening my senses.

I scanned the surrounding streets, searching for any sign of danger. The city's vibrant nightlife transformed into a menacing landscape.

Pedestrians became potential threats.

Alleyways hid lurking shadows.

I checked my rearview mirror.

A black SUV followed, its tinted windows reflecting the city lights.

My heart racing, I accelerated.

The SUV kept pace.

A chill coursed through me.

This was no coincidence.

James.

I floored the accelerator.

Tires screeched, smoking rubber leaving black streaks on the asphalt.

Metal crunched, the sound echoing through the night air.

My car spun, a dizzying blur of lights and shadows.

The world slowed.

Time suspended.

Impact.

My airbag exploded, a white burst of fabric.

Glass shattered, shards raining around me.

Metal twisted, groaning in protest.

The car's crumpled hood wrapped around a lamppost.

Silence.

Then, pain, Everything went black.

*****************

Lisa's Pov

I sat beside Damian's hospital bed, his pale face etched in my mind like a delicate watercolour painting. Machines beeped around us, monitoring his fragile state, their steady rhythms a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.

Soft sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on Damian's face, illuminating the sharp contours of his cheeks and the gentle curve of his lips. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, a soothing melody that belied the chaos within.

Guilt consumed me, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate me. I felt responsible, like it was my fault he lay helpless, his strong body broken. The doctor's reassuring words echoed in my mind:

"He'll sleep for a long time due to the sedatives. Let him rest."

But the guilt lingered, a constant ache. What if James's actions were a direct result of my choices? What if I had stayed away from Damian?

My thoughts swirled like a maelstrom, a vortex of anxiety and self-doubt. James's warning echoed:

"You left me for him. I'll get you no matter what, Lisa... or should I say, Sophie?"

A shiver ran down my spine, icy fingers tracing my vertebrae.

The last conversation with Sophie flashed in my mind.

"Betrayer," she'd spat.

Damian's mother stood, her movements graceful despite the exhaustion etched on her face.

"I think we should leave now," she said gently.

"Lisa, you'll have to freshen up and bring him new clothes when he wakes."

Her gaze swept over me, lingering on my dishevelled hair and tear-stained cheeks.

"You don't want him to see you this way," she added softly.

I nodded, feeling a surge of embarrassment.

My mom placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go, dear."

As we left, Freedman's eyes met mine.

His gaze was cold, piercing.

Suspicion lingered in his eyes.

My heart sank.

Did he suspect me?

Did he know the truth?

I felt a chill run down my spine.

I rushed through the hospital corridors, my heart racing with anticipation, my footsteps echoing off the sterile walls. The scent of disinfectant and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within me.

As I turned the corner, I arrived back at Damian's room just in time. The soft hum of machines and gentle beeps greeted me, a soothing melody that belied the tension within.

Damian was already up, sitting in bed, his eyes fixed intently on Freedman. His face was pale, his eyes sunken, but his gaze burned with determination.

I wished I had been the first face he saw when he woke up, but fate had other plans. A pang of disappointment settled in my chest.

Through the glass door, I could hear Damian and Freedman mumbling things, their voices hushed and urgent. The words were indistinguishable, but their tones sent shivers down my spine.

Freedman's expression was stern, his eyes narrowed, his jaw set. Damian's face was etched with concern, his brow furrowed.

I pushed open the door, and their conversation ceased. The silence was palpable.

Damian's gaze shifted to mine, a mix of relief and curiosity. His eyes, once bright and vibrant, now seemed dull and haunted.

"Lisa," he said, his voice weak, barely above a whisper.

I forced a smile, my heart aching. My lips trembled, but I steadied them.

"Hey," I replied, trying to sound cheerful, trying to mask the anxiety gnawing at me.

Freedman stood, his eyes never leaving mine. His gaze was piercing, as if searching for secrets.

"I'll leave you two alone," he said gruffly, his voice low and commanding.

As he exited, Damian's gaze followed him. His eyes narrowed, his mind working overtime.

"What did he want?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Damian's eyes returned to mine. His expression was guarded.

"He asked me questions," he said.

His voice trailed off, leaving unanswered questions hanging in the air.

"About James?" I probed, my heart racing.

Damian nodded. His eyes clouded.

My heart sank. Did Freedman suspect me?.

"Damian, I need to tell you something," I said, my voice trembling as I gazed into his weary eyes.

The hospital room's fluorescent lights cast a pale glow on his face, accentuating the dark circles under his eyes.

He looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, concern etched on his brow.

"James and I broke up a year ago," I began, my words spilling out like a confessional.

Damian's expression changed, curiosity replacing exhaustion.

"It was because of his new behaviours," I continued, my voice cracking. "He seemed off, obsessive, possessive. He'd show up unexpectedly, call me constantly, and monitor my every move."

I shuddered at the memories.

"And lately, he's been stalking me, sending me threatening messages... about harming you."

My voice barely rose above a whisper.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision.

"I'm really sorry," I whispered, anguish wracking my body.

"I caused all this. I'm sorry."

Damian's face softened, empathy etched on his features.

He reached out, his hand enveloping mine, warmth spreading through my chilled skin.

"There's no need to apologise," he said gently, his voice a soothing balm.

"Who told you you're at fault?"

His voice was reassuring, but his eyes betrayed a hint of anger.

I felt a lump form in my throat.

"I'm awake," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"And I'm grateful for that." I responded

He smiled, his lips curving upward.

"C'mon," he teased.

"I just got up, and you're acting sad, like you're not excited to see me awake."

His attempt to lighten the mood made me smile.

Tears streamed down my face.

Relief washed over me.

He didn't blame me.

"Excited?" I choked out.

"I'm beyond relieved," I admitted.

Damian's grip on my hand tightened.

"We'll get through this together," he promised.

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