RYAN BURKESleeping next to her has been a welcome solution to facing the monsters plaguing our lives. I feel utterly torn having to let her sleep while I go out, but she's been so exhausted lately that I have to let her rest.Yesterday, when she asked me to lock the door before we went to sleep, it was the kick I needed to double down on the investigation. Not that I hadn't already been scouring the four corners of the earth like a madman for information. Whoever it is, this person is well-equipped and willing to take us down. I need to catch this damn stalker soon! We're at our limits, — I think, sighing deeply.I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and then glance back at Morgana sleeping sprawled out on the bed. Even now, sleeping with her mouth open and drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, she looks like the most beautiful creature in the world. I gaze at her, feeling fortunate that she's forgiven me. Or at least, she's trying to make this work. And those second
MORGANA FOSTERAs soon as Ryan leaves the kitchen, I turn to face Bethany. She pretends to be eating, but I know that's something she does when she wants to change the subject. "Come on," I say, drumming my fingers on the countertop. "Spill it! I know you're hiding something from me. What's bothering you?"She sighs heavily, looking down at the counter. I narrow my eyes at her and nod forward, waiting for her to start opening up."Okay! Okay!" she says, dropping her fork onto the plate. "I was talking to John about having kids. And I just found out he doesn't want them."Bethany lowers her head, playing with the leftover food on her plate. She seems on the verge of tears, and the tension in the air is palpable. I move closer, pulling out a chair to sit beside her."What do you mean he doesn't want them?" I ask, trying to understand the situation better."He was very clear," she replies with a heavy sigh, her eyes fixed on the table. "He said he never wanted kids and thought I knew tha
RYAN BURKEI'm determined to find out who's after us, and I won't allow myself to suffer anymore for not knowing who my father really is. I urgently need to find this person, so I can make them pay for every scare and every agonizing moment they've put us through. Because even though these events have brought us closer together, seeing her in distress is difficult." The door to my office is pushed open by Juliana, who's carrying another batch of coffee. "I brought you some coffee," she says kindly, placing the tray on the table. "I also brought some honey cake. I hope you like it!""Thank you, Juliana," I reply, taking the cup with both hands, offering her a calm smile before taking a sip of the beverage. The slightly bitter liquid wakes me up. "Thank you for the cake too."Juliana nods and heads back to her desk. Even though I didn't ask, she brought coffee and something to eat.I have to remember to give her a raise, I think. I'm exhausted. I've been sitting here for five hours ana
ELENA KYLEIt must be about five or six men walking around the house. I know he's concerned about our daughter's safety, but I have James here almost entirely. He's been great company and a good listener and friend.He's a discreet man, very handsome and elegant. Sometimes I catch myself staring at him for too long, but it must be the pregnancy hormones screaming in every part of my being. I shake my head to dispel any inappropriate thoughts that invade me at the moment. Heat rises my neck when he notices my presence.Hormones, you damn traitors! — I think, as I finish my shower.I step out of the bathroom in my robe with a towel wrapped around my hair. I'm choosing an outfit in the closet when someone knocks on the door, catching my attention."Elena?" It's James's voice. My heart accelerates gradually as his silhouette appears in the closet door. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know you were in the shower," he responds awkwardly. "I came to call you for dinner."I adjust my robe and stifle a l
MORGANA FOSTERAs expected, I was assigned to the emergency, and to my complete lack of luck, today was another busy day at the hospital. My head was throbbing with intense pain, and I couldn't figure out why.I had slept well last night, hadn't skipped breakfast, so there was no apparent reason for this annoying and persistent pain. I just took a dose of ibuprofen at the infirmary before returning to my patients, who, thanks to an explosion in a restaurant kitchen, were quite a few. I walk down the hallway for a while as interns and nurses pass by with patients on stretchers.This is a real chaos. I spot some of my colleagues in different triage rooms, slowly approaching until I get close to Keila, who is assessing a guy with his arm almost entirely affected by burns."What do we have here?" I ask, pulling the clipboard with the information she had already collected."Thank goodness you're here!" She says in a relieved tone. "This is chaos. Are you feeling better?""I'm fine, don't w
MORGANA FOSTERWhen I return to my office, she's still there, sipping her cappuccino and squinting at me suspiciously. "Where did you go?" she says softly."Sorting out some things," I reply, grabbing the papers from the desk. She keeps staring at me with narrowed eyes. "Stay here with me, please? I'm almost done, and then we can grab lunch."She huffs but stays seated beside me. I smile at her and analyze the remaining files in my hand, inputting the information into the hospital tablet. Shortly after, I heard a light knock on the door, and I knew it was John. As soon as he and Elliot walk through the door, I feel Bethany's eyes burning into me through my skin."Do you need my opinion on a case, Dr. Foster?" John says, casually shifting his gaze from Bethany to me."It's Bethany who needs to talk to you," I say, and he looks at me, bewildered."Elliot said it was a clinical opinion," he says, glancing at his friend, who raises his hands in surrender."In a way, yes," I reply, looking
MORGANA FOSTERBethany's revelation of her pregnancy to John took a much better turn than I expected. She seemed so nervous that I thought he would be totally against this pregnancy, but judging by his earlier reaction, it was much more accepted than expected. The huge smile on his face when he left the room earlier was a convincing proof of his happiness with a new baby on the way.After the end of the shift, I feel that my body is completely sore. Emergency room shifts are the ones that demand the most from us doctors, and today was one of those days that punish us until the last minute.I gather all my things and walk towards the hospital exit, promptly Tyron accompanies me with large steps."Are you ready to go, ma'am?" he says promptly, positioning himself by my side and taking my things."Oh, thank you! Yes, let's go!" I say handing him the things and stretching as much as I can, feeling my back crack when I do so. "I need a shower and a good night's sleep.""Will Miss Bethany c
MORGANA FOSTERI remember little of being fully awake. Memories are jumbled in my mind like a giant, torturous blur. I feel my body being lifted from the chair and dragged outside the mansion. I can't scream, nor could I. My arms are lifted and pulled back, she drags me through the property with agony.Can I scream? But...Who would hear me? Bethany is with John. Ryan is at the company. I let Tyron off his duties earlier, James is taking care of Elena, and Alessandra hasn't been with us for months.What I can't get out of my head is how my stalker could be Winnie? What did I do to her? Why would she kidnap me or attempt on my life? I only met her after the Burkes, there was no real reason for her to target me.I couldn't believe it was her, my stalker. She who had always been so kind and friendly. The sweet woman who took care of all of us. It didn't seem real to me! How did this happen? How could she do such a thing?The blurry images of corridors and furniture passing through my eye