“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
“What the fuck did you tell Maren?" “What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Irene asked absentmindedly as she put a pot of water on the gas and turned it on. “I demand you tell me what you told Maren, that she refused to speak with anyone.” Irene turned away from him and turned off the faucet to wash some vegetables. He waited patiently, watching her back as she worked. She finally turned to him and placed the bowl on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet his face. “What don't you go ask the bitch herself” she spat and pulled out a knife. “Like I said, she's refused to speak with anyone, plus I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." Alexander sat behind the counter and watched Irene's knife slice the veggies slowly. From where he sat, he observed that her actions were slowed and her face confirmed that she wasn’t okay, with reddened eyelids and bags beneath them. She was quiet, which was so unusual for her and she wasn't scared one bit when she found him in
“Alex!” “How are you doing, little man?" Alexander asked, returning the tight hug which Nathan threw to him. “Hey look at me," he urged and Nathan obeyed, breaking the hug. “You missed me, didn't you?" Nathan stared at the ceiling and clasped his hands behind his back as if not wanting to say what was on his mind. “Nooo,” he said quietly, with a goofy smile on his lips. “Now that there is a lie. You're going to tell me you didn't miss big ol’ Alex?” Alexander asked with a pretend frown on his face. “Mmm," Nathan replied, nodding. “Nah, I don't believe that" he said and grabbed Nathan by the waist and buried his head in his stomach as he blew on it, making Nathan laugh out loud while he struggled to pull Alexander's head away from him. “Should I go on?” He asked as he stopped when he noticed Nathan was almost choking from the laughter. “No, go away from me," Nathan said, still giggling. "Oh yeah? How about I just...” "No, stop it Alex,” he said as his tiny fingers s
"Boys, go play upstairs," Nella said to Nathan and Zack, who had been running around between both women's legs. The boys scurried carefully up the stairs and, as their giggles faded, Nella turned to Maren, hoping to finally have some time to talk to her. They both strolled out the door and onto the compound, which was decorated by short hedges which formed a circle around a horse statue which stood in the middle. “Nice house," Nella complemented, looking around though she knew hers could top it. "I honestly can't believe Alexander consented to our being here. I always thought he was some kind of possessive monster,” she said jokingly. “Well, then there's not much difference between us. I also thought the same honestly,” she said and paused as they got to the end of the path which they were following. "But then, Alexander's suddenly changed. He now cares more and doesn't really bug me if I don't meet the monthly deadline. It's strange but I think I love i
“I'm going for a DNA test, mom," Maren said, running her fingers around the tips of the glass of wine in front of her. "That seems like the only thing to do right now though” “I'm scared mom" “Why?" her mom asked, as she divided an apple with the golden table knife in her hand. “I mean, I really have no memory of having sex with anyone aside from William. And Irene sounded so serious. I don't think she was lying, Mom." "Well, only a test would prove that at this point.” She lifted a saucer of apples, which were already sliced into chunks, to Maren. “Apple?" Maren looked at the apples and then at her mom. She just told her she was scared that Nathan's mom was a whore and all she could do was offer her apples? She loved her mom, but sometimes her confused emotions in critical times were just annoying. She was the same way when her husband, Maren's dad, died. Mrs Sharppe was indifferent for the first few days after he died. But later on, the grief picked up and began to mourn
Maren was seated on her office chair staring straight at an envelope which stood innocently on her table. When her secretary had brought it in together with other files she had asked for, she really wasn't expecting it to be amongst them. She had put every other thing aside and kept the envelope in the middle of the table and was just staring at it without bothering to break the seal. “god! I acne as soon as you dropped the call,” her mom said as she practically strolled through the door while looking around. "Wow! I haven't been here since your father died. You've really given the place a shine.” “It doesn't still have that sick smell of old documents and work, though.” She added and finally turned to Maren, who had ignored whatever she had said. She walked towards the table and drew out the seat. “What’s the matter?" She asked. “It's arrived," Maren replied and held her own face in her hands. “You haven't opened it yet?" Her mom asked and snatched the envelope from the tab
“But you know you really didn't have to tell Nella." “Come on, we both know you need someone to tell your pain aside from me. And Nella looks like the choice for that," Mrs Sharppe said from the other side of the phone. “No, she's not. For all I know, she could be some psychopath who killed her ex-husband." Maren muttered inaudibly. "What was that?” Her mom asked. "Nothing. I'm just saying you can't just let her in on everything that happens to. I'll do it myself if I want to do it.” She said and clicked away on her laptop, which was on the table in front of her. "Alright, I've heard. But admit it, she is a pretty good listener.” Her mom said, but Maren didn't reply. “So tell me, how's Alexander holding up? How's his dad?" “Well, he's—" she turned around as she heard the door click shut. She turned back to the phone on seeing the visitor. “Mom, can I call you back?" She asked, and her mom hung up the phone. “Still not going to knock, are we?" she said, the clicking soun
Thunder crashed as the rain poured unapologetically, which set the mood for Maren as the car drove along the dark, straight road. She counted the cars which passed by hers as they were so few and she tried to get her mind off the words she was going to be hearing soon. With her head resting on the glass, and her eyes watching the raindrops roll down the glass, she wondered what exactly she was going to do when she got to her destination. It seemed everything was happening so fast and confirming that William actually isn't the father of her child, was one of the largest events that clouded her mind though she didn't let it show. The car swerved into an estate and began on another straight road, but this time Maren knew this road and looked ahead as she sat up. It didn't take too long as the car slowly reduced its acceleration and entered through a sharp-edged gate and made its way to the parking lot. The driver turned off the engine, and all went silent except the rain, whi
Thunder crashed as the rain poured unapologetically, which set the mood for Maren as the car drove along the dark, straight road. She counted the cars which passed by hers as they were so few and she tried to get her mind off the words she was going to be hearing soon. With her head resting on the glass, and her eyes watching the raindrops roll down the glass, she wondered what exactly she was going to do when she got to her destination. It seemed everything was happening so fast and confirming that William actually isn't the father of her child, was one of the largest events that clouded her mind though she didn't let it show. The car swerved into an estate and began on another straight road, but this time Maren knew this road and looked ahead as she sat up. It didn't take too long as the car slowly reduced its acceleration and entered through a sharp-edged gate and made its way to the parking lot. The driver turned off the engine, and all went silent except the rain, whi
“But you know you really didn't have to tell Nella." “Come on, we both know you need someone to tell your pain aside from me. And Nella looks like the choice for that," Mrs Sharppe said from the other side of the phone. “No, she's not. For all I know, she could be some psychopath who killed her ex-husband." Maren muttered inaudibly. "What was that?” Her mom asked. "Nothing. I'm just saying you can't just let her in on everything that happens to. I'll do it myself if I want to do it.” She said and clicked away on her laptop, which was on the table in front of her. "Alright, I've heard. But admit it, she is a pretty good listener.” Her mom said, but Maren didn't reply. “So tell me, how's Alexander holding up? How's his dad?" “Well, he's—" she turned around as she heard the door click shut. She turned back to the phone on seeing the visitor. “Mom, can I call you back?" She asked, and her mom hung up the phone. “Still not going to knock, are we?" she said, the clicking soun
Maren was seated on her office chair staring straight at an envelope which stood innocently on her table. When her secretary had brought it in together with other files she had asked for, she really wasn't expecting it to be amongst them. She had put every other thing aside and kept the envelope in the middle of the table and was just staring at it without bothering to break the seal. “god! I acne as soon as you dropped the call,” her mom said as she practically strolled through the door while looking around. "Wow! I haven't been here since your father died. You've really given the place a shine.” “It doesn't still have that sick smell of old documents and work, though.” She added and finally turned to Maren, who had ignored whatever she had said. She walked towards the table and drew out the seat. “What’s the matter?" She asked. “It's arrived," Maren replied and held her own face in her hands. “You haven't opened it yet?" Her mom asked and snatched the envelope from the tab
“I'm going for a DNA test, mom," Maren said, running her fingers around the tips of the glass of wine in front of her. "That seems like the only thing to do right now though” “I'm scared mom" “Why?" her mom asked, as she divided an apple with the golden table knife in her hand. “I mean, I really have no memory of having sex with anyone aside from William. And Irene sounded so serious. I don't think she was lying, Mom." "Well, only a test would prove that at this point.” She lifted a saucer of apples, which were already sliced into chunks, to Maren. “Apple?" Maren looked at the apples and then at her mom. She just told her she was scared that Nathan's mom was a whore and all she could do was offer her apples? She loved her mom, but sometimes her confused emotions in critical times were just annoying. She was the same way when her husband, Maren's dad, died. Mrs Sharppe was indifferent for the first few days after he died. But later on, the grief picked up and began to mourn
"Boys, go play upstairs," Nella said to Nathan and Zack, who had been running around between both women's legs. The boys scurried carefully up the stairs and, as their giggles faded, Nella turned to Maren, hoping to finally have some time to talk to her. They both strolled out the door and onto the compound, which was decorated by short hedges which formed a circle around a horse statue which stood in the middle. “Nice house," Nella complemented, looking around though she knew hers could top it. "I honestly can't believe Alexander consented to our being here. I always thought he was some kind of possessive monster,” she said jokingly. “Well, then there's not much difference between us. I also thought the same honestly,” she said and paused as they got to the end of the path which they were following. "But then, Alexander's suddenly changed. He now cares more and doesn't really bug me if I don't meet the monthly deadline. It's strange but I think I love i
“Alex!” “How are you doing, little man?" Alexander asked, returning the tight hug which Nathan threw to him. “Hey look at me," he urged and Nathan obeyed, breaking the hug. “You missed me, didn't you?" Nathan stared at the ceiling and clasped his hands behind his back as if not wanting to say what was on his mind. “Nooo,” he said quietly, with a goofy smile on his lips. “Now that there is a lie. You're going to tell me you didn't miss big ol’ Alex?” Alexander asked with a pretend frown on his face. “Mmm," Nathan replied, nodding. “Nah, I don't believe that" he said and grabbed Nathan by the waist and buried his head in his stomach as he blew on it, making Nathan laugh out loud while he struggled to pull Alexander's head away from him. “Should I go on?” He asked as he stopped when he noticed Nathan was almost choking from the laughter. “No, go away from me," Nathan said, still giggling. "Oh yeah? How about I just...” "No, stop it Alex,” he said as his tiny fingers s
“What the fuck did you tell Maren?" “What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Irene asked absentmindedly as she put a pot of water on the gas and turned it on. “I demand you tell me what you told Maren, that she refused to speak with anyone.” Irene turned away from him and turned off the faucet to wash some vegetables. He waited patiently, watching her back as she worked. She finally turned to him and placed the bowl on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet his face. “What don't you go ask the bitch herself” she spat and pulled out a knife. “Like I said, she's refused to speak with anyone, plus I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." Alexander sat behind the counter and watched Irene's knife slice the veggies slowly. From where he sat, he observed that her actions were slowed and her face confirmed that she wasn’t okay, with reddened eyelids and bags beneath them. She was quiet, which was so unusual for her and she wasn't scared one bit when she found him in
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu