"Do you want to know the truth, Gabby? I don't know how to act if it's not like that, being cold. Because almost two hundred people were poisoned tonight and are in critical condition, because of me. Some may survive with sequelae, others may tell the story of the day when a lunatic's ex-girlfriend put everything at risk to try to take revenge, but this is much better than the minority that died before receiving help. And I'm afraid to admit my vulnerability before I'm sure it's over.”"Seen from this angle..." weighs Gabby. "But you need to see that denial will only postpone your suffering. Cry now, if you want, don't repress the mourning inside you again, Suzy.”I give a mocking smile."Unfortunately, having a problem with my choices is not something I can control without medicine and a lot of therapy, as you already know.”A small and miserable part of me feels proud for not having an immediate response from Gabby. His physiognomy changes from a desperate hope to an eternal dismay.
Gabby holds my face with both hands, keeping our eyes at the same height.“Heave me, Suzy. He's dead. The Brotherhood that the father and he commanded will no longer exist from tonight. He can't rule anyone seven feet from the ground. It can't affect anyone else's lives. You can't blame yourself for any of this anymore. The story between you is over, now you have to wait for Hunter's justice.”"Justice is against Hunter" my voice fails, but I repress the emotional pain with all the strength I have left."But we, the people who care about him, are next to him. We can wait as long as it takes until he is cleared, until Jon Maxwell is arrested and convicted. We can wait because Jonathan can no longer control any of us.”Without any permission, I feel my eyes burn in tears."I tried to be strong for everyone. I tried not to be afraid and not to feel what hurt me, because I knew they needed me. Penelope, Hunter, Colton, and even my brothers. But everything I do always doubles in size and n
My tests did not detect any trace of poison or any chemical anomaly in my body, but the one that serves as proof of my pregnancy has a high concentration of the Beta HCG hormone, so the doctor in charge of the shift the day before asked me for an ultrasound for today.I’ve been awake since six o’clock in the morning because of anxiety. I am not taking any medicine, or natural tranquilizers, and sleeping at home, alone, after everything that happened, was more complicated than I expected.My father didn't sleep at home. He spent the whole night talking to people linked to the Turkish embassy right here in Washington, because, according to Gabby, questions about Hunter's visa will be completely suspended as long as his legal situation is not resolved, but if there is any chance that his family will be found, this is the ideal time, as long as he is not yet tried and convicted.As one of the witnesses and victims of Jonathan Maxwell's attempted carnage, also known worldwide as Saltuk Moh
An employee of the house shows up and takes Gabby's empty plate, but she is very distracted looking at nothing to notice. Looking closely, she doesn't stop hitting her nails on the table, clearly swarming with some internal dilemma."Do you want to tell me something, Gabby?”"Oh, nothing..." she opens a dull smile. "It's just that two of your brothers called earlier today. In fact, only one of them called, but the two were included in the conversation.”The chair releases a soft moan when I retreat into place, abruptly attentive."Who called?”“Mikaela and Lawrence.”"I imagine that my family still watches the news," I say with a slight grudge. "There must be a lot of new curses for the daughter who always brings shame to everyone.”"Your brothers didn't seem at all embarrassed when they asked if it was too problematic for them to spend a few days here, with you," she replies in a soft tone.I'm speechless for a moment. I never stop being surprised by my family."My mother must be fre
Despite the strong sun, I'm shaking a little when I park in front of Penelope's house.It is the first time since everything happened that we met, and it is to be expected that I am nervous to the point of feeling my frozen fingers around the steering wheel. Even though I've already completed a month since Jonathan's death and his father's arrest, I can't say how things are between us.In general, little by little everything has begun to return to normal, with reporters dealing again with questions about the horrendous economic situation. But there are still those photographers who are always looking to capture any fragment of information about the biggest federal controversy of the last decade "no matter how dishonest this is "in order to publish in dubious magazines.In my testimony to the police, I was instructed to omit details that could cause distrust and contradiction. My company is still being investigated, but the only thing that really matters to justice is that: Jonathan Ma
The body still has the same fragile, pale appearance, but when she notices my presence, she takes the oxygen mask off her face and offers me an immaculately beautiful and spontaneous smile."I heard that I will have to put up with a small version of you soon "she jokes, her voice sounding lethargic and angry.I laugh softly, occupying a place in the first chair I find next to her, leaving the table between us."Who told me about my pregnancy?”"The biggest gossip in Boston, also known as Colton Vincent Rock.”“Colton! "I reheal it with fun and Penelope's smile widens slowly.Colton's cheeks take on that lovely reddish tone."He looks so cute when he's embarrassed," observes Penelope, leaving the oxygen mask on the table.The comment makes me notice a quick exchange of glances between the two. It doesn't last more than a few seconds, but still, it's as if they both know exactly what the other intends to say without really talking. I put an arm on the table and keep watching in silence.
“I need to say that you look irresistible with this blonde wig, bourgeois.”Only the sound of Dante Laurentino's voice is enough to cause me an uncomfortable knot in my stomach; a mixture of irritation and fear. I could make it very clear with my facial expression that I do not agree with the meeting he made at the same bar where we met a few weeks ago, however, this would cause me problems with all the laughing customers who make noise at the tables that surround him."Just as I need to say that it's great that you are not part of the list of poisoned people who did not receive help in time "loose, smiling coldly.I don't know what I expected to find, but I didn't think he could be so normal after being hospitalized at great risk of death. I wonder how things would be at this moment if the gangster had succumbed to the poison in his veins and died. It would certainly not be welcome at this place and would still have to deal with his brother, at this moment ignoring our meeting and pl
Today marks five months and fifteen days since the day Hunter turned himself to the police.Four months from the point when Jon Maxwell received his sentence, and that Hunter was tried and convicted of association with trafficking. The calculations confuse me sometimes, I have used them to maintain self-control, although the last fifteen days have been the easiest to bear: it was the days that preceded a very small victory over Hunter's case, but indescribably tasty.New witnesses, new evidence, the increasing number of demonstrations, and the prosecution's appeal for Hunter's case to be reviewed, ended up taking us back to the hearings that determined his arrest. This time, I was able to attend his trial, without fear that my presence could break the victim mask I was wearing for all this period.I knew, since Jon Maxwell's arrest, that I was stepping on brittle ice. That any misstep would only give more fuel to the lies that have involved our names in recent months. Reason why I cou