I sit there for what feels like hours, staring at the phone, willing it to ring. But it stays silent, a piece of technology that holds the key to my future. Finally, unable to take the suspense anymore. I am just going to go to Rawls’ house and talk to him. He is not going to avoid me today. When I arrive, the house looks dark. Maybe he isn’t home from work yet. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation to come. I knock on the door, my heart hammering in my chest. Evie opens the door, her eyes widening in surprise and anger when she sees me. "What are you doing here?" she spits out, her voice filled with accusation. I stand there, my heart racing. "I need to talk to your dad," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's important." Evie's eyes narrow, her arms crossed over her chest. "What could possibly be important enough for you to come here?" she asks, her voice dripping with skepticism. I take a deep breath, my mind racing for an excuse that won't
Hearing Claire’s voice on her message opened up the wound in my heart even bigger. I haven’t talked to her in weeks and I miss her so much. I rush home as soon as work is done, maybe Robert and Mary are at work and I can talk to Claire. When I pull up to the house there is an ambulance in the driveway. Oh my God, Evie has tried to hurt herself. I ran up to the house and they were working on her. As I got closer, it wasn’t Evie, it was Claire. What had happened? Had she been attacked? I wasn’t here to protect her. And where is Evie, had she been hurt too? "What happened?" I demand, panting and out of breath. A medic looks up at me, his face a mask of professional calm. "She fell," he says, his eyes flicking to my face and then back to his work. "Looks like she hit her head pretty hard." My heart sinks as I see the blood trickling from Claire's forehead. "What about the baby?" I blurt out, the words tumbling from my mouth before I can stop them. The medic's expression flickers,
The nurses come in to take Claire down to surgery. Mary and Robert were down the hall when they came in. Thankfully, so. No awkward questions to be answered. The wait feels like an eternity. I really didn't know what to say to Robert and Mary. I know they have so many questions. Questions that I don't want to answer or ready to answer. The minutes stretch into hours, each one heavier than the last. Finally, the doctor returns, his expression hopeful. He pulls the curtain around the bed, giving us a semblance of privacy. "The procedure went well," he says, his voice low and soothing. "We were able to remove everything safely. She'll be moved to a recovery room shortly." Mary's eyes search mine, desperate for answers I don't have. "What did they have to remove?" she asks, her voice trembling. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my secret threatening to crush me. "They had to remove...uh...some internal bleeding caused by the fall," I improvise, hoping it sounds convi
I am thankful Rawls did not tell Mom and Dad about the baby. I feel completely empty; no baby and no Rawls. I feel like my heart has been shattered into a million tiny pieces. After the nurse ushers Rawls out, I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with so many questions. How could Evie have done this to me? And why? My hand absently touches the bandage on my forehead, feeling the dull throb that's a constant reminder of the fall. But it's the pain in my heart that's unbearable. The nurse returns with a tray of food, but the sight of it turns my stomach. "Miss Edwards," she says gently, "you need to eat something. You need to heal from what happened today." I nod, my eyes still glued to the ceiling. She sets the tray down on the rolling table beside the bed, and the smell of food fills the room. I don't know if I can force anything down, but I know I have to try. For myself. For whatever is left of my shattered life. As I push the tray away, unab
I had every intention of going home, but I ended up in the park where Claire and I had shared out first kiss. I hate myself for being the cause of the hurt and anger on her face. A man is supposed to protect the woman he loves, and I failed. The park is quiet, the swings swaying gently in the breeze. It's peaceful compared to the hell that has become my life. I sit down on the bench where we sat that night, when I first tasted Claire's lips. It's cold and hard, but it feels like the only thing that's real right now. The moon casts a soft light over the playground, lighting up the spot where we had stood, her eyes filled with hope and love. I remember the sound of her laugh filled, the sound of her voice, the feel of her body leaning into mine. Now, all that remains is the heavy weight of regret in my chest. I wonder if Claire will ever find a way to forgive me. We need to talk. I need to explain to her why I did everything that I did. I also need her to know I would have wanted
The doctor is finally releasing me from the hospital. I have been here for three days. I couldn't leave earlier because I was still bleeding from the D&C. The doctor assured me that I would still be able to have children when I was ready. But the thought of having a child with Rawls now feels like a distant dream. I am not ready to forgive him. I am not ready to face the reality that the baby is gone. The baby we never had a chance to hold or love. The baby we never talked about with excitement or fear. The baby that was taken away from us. Mom and Dad are waiting for me at the hospital entrance. They hug me tightly, their eyes filled with both sadness and joy. "Ready to go home?" Mom asks, her voice cracking. "Yeah," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. The drive home is silent, I am so exhausted. I don't think I slept the entire time I was in the hospital. My mind has been racing, trying to piece together what happened. I can't believe Evie would do something like t
I don't know how I am going to get Evie into a treatment facility. If the police find out she is the one who attacked Claire, she is going to jail for assault. Her actions cost me a baby and probably the woman I love. I am going to need to contact my attorney to see what my options are. Since Evie is over eighteen years old, things are more complicated. I have to have concrete reasons to have her put under medical care. Mary texted me to let me know that Claire was home. I immediately sent her a text hoping for an answer. Rawls: Claire, baby, I want you to know I am thinking of you. Please text me back Three dots appeared, then disappeared. This seemed to go on forever. Finally, a ding indicating a message. Claire: How about we don't text for now. It's complicated. She is throwing my last text message back in my face and I deserve it. She is hurt, and lashing out. I want to be there to comfort her. We both suffered a loss of our baby. I had thought so much about seeing h
The doctor said I could go back to work on Monday, but to take it easy. I called Thelma to let her know what happened - except for the part of Evie pushing me down the stairs. She told me to take all the time I needed, but there was no way that I could just sit around the house and wallow in the pain I was feeling. I was dressed and ready to leave by the time Mom got home from work, she was on nights for a couple of days. "Where are you going?" she asked, looking surprised. "Back to work," I replied, my voice flat. "I can't just sit around here doing nothing." Mom's eyes searched mine, but she didn't argue. She knew I needed the distraction. "Okay," she said, giving me a gentle hug. "But promise me you'll come straight home. No detours. We are having company for dinner tonight. I asked Rawls to come over as a thank you for looking after you at the hospital." I stopped dead in my tracks. I could not believe he would agree to come after I told him to stay away. "I will do what I
The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more e concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. "I can't sit here and do nothing," I say, pacing the room. "We need to find her." Rawls's eyes are filled with understanding, but his voice is firm. "We will, but we have to be smart about it," he says, his hand landing gently on my shoulder, trying to still my frantic
I should have gotten Jonathan psychiatric help a long time ago. Even as a child he had issues getting along with other children. The years I was with Rawls and Evie, Jonathan had been raised with his father’s (Marco) family, the Castellanos. Marco had always talked about the strange incidents that occurred when they he was young, but he had always downplayed the seriousness of Jonathan’s behavior. Now, it all made sense. My child had turned into a monster, and we were all just pawns in his twisted game of power and control. I had to see Evie. I had to explain, to apologize for the years of pain I had caused. But would Evie even believe me? Would she recognize me as her mother or the woman who had abandoned her all those years ago? Fear and guilt had been my constant companions since I had gone into hiding, but now, with Evie's safety hanging in the balance, I was going to have to face my past. I had to see her, had to try to make this right. I approached the house where I kne
I know Rawls and Dad are keeping things from me. I can see it in their eyes every time they think I'm not looking. They hover over me like overprotective hawks, their whispers and furtive glances speaking volumes. But I'm not a child anymore. I know something's wrong, something much more than just Evie's disappearance. I sit in my room, my thoughts racing, trying to piece together the puzzle that is my life. The walls are closing in, the silence suffocating. I need to know the truth. I need to know what's happening to Evie and why my fiancé and my father are acting so strangely. Summoning my courage, I tiptoe down the hallway. The house feels eerie, as if it's holding its breath, waiting for the next shoe to drop. I hover outside the door to Rawls’ office, listening to the muffled whispers of Rawls and my dad. "We need to tell her," my dad says, his voice strained. "She has a right to know." Rawls's voice is low and firm. "Not yet. She's not ready for this." I bite my lip, my he
Claire said that Thelma is good at digging up information. Hopefully she has something that can help us find Evie and rid our lives of this psychopath. Robert and I were anxious to see what Thelma had found, but I know it will help Claire if they can see each other. "Thelma," Robert said, his voice tight with urgency. "What do you have for us?" Thelma took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to me before returning to Robert. "I've been looking into Jonathan Cramer/John Castellanos's history," she began, her voice steady despite the gravity of what she was about to say. "And it turns out he has connections to Evie's mother, Fiona." "Robert and I leaned in, our eyes locked on Thelma's face as she opened the folder. She pulled out a series of photographs, each one more disturbing than the last. "These are of Jonathan with his mother," she said. "Does this woman look familiar?” Robert took the photos, his eyes scanning over them before handing them to me. The woman in the images
Robert and I sat in my office, poring over the case files and notes we had gathered on Jonathan Cramer. The silence in the house was suffocating, compared to the chaos that had erupted earlier. The detectives were on thin ice with me. I could not believe they questioned Claire about the paternity of the baby. "How did he do it?" Robert muttered, his eyes scanning the page in front of him. "He had to have had help," I said, slamming a fist on the table. "There's no way he could have gotten through that security unnoticed." Robert nodded, his jaw set. "I've called in a favor with an old contact at the precinct," he said, his eyes never leaving the paperwork scattered in front of him. "We're getting the full report on the facility's staff—everyone who had access to Evie's location and schedule." We worked tirelessly into the night, piecing together a timeline of events, looking for any inconsistencies or signs of tampering. The more we dug, the more it became clear that this was
I can’t believe how easy it was to get at Evie. The security at the mental facility was no better than the security at a nursery school. I had disguised myself well enough that Evie did not recognize me. She thinks her dad sent me to pick her up for her safety. She will be anything but safe with me. I may have a little fun with her before my plan is put into place. But first things first, I need to get her to my place. She’s so naive and trusting, it’s almost too easy. I have a van waiting outside, no plates, no paperwork, no way to trace it back to me. The perfect getaway vehicle. As we walk out of the facility, my heart races. The plan is coming together perfectly. The security camera's blind spot is right where I need it to be. I glance around, making sure no one is watching. "It's okay, Evie," I say, my voice low and reassuring. "We're going to get you somewhere safe." Her eyes are wide with fear, but she nods, trusting me implicitly. She's just as innocent now as she was
Days passed, and despite the fortress we had built around ourselves, a sense of unease remained. It was as if the walls were made of paper, ready to be torn apart at any moment by the monster we knew was out there. And then, it happened. Evie went missing from the facility. "No," Claire whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. "It can't be." But it was. Evie was gone, vanished without a trace from the very place we had thought she would be safe. The facility's director looked at us with a mix of regret and urgency, his words barely penetrating the fog of dread that had descended upon us. "We're doing everything we can," he assured us, but the tremble in his voice did little to ease our fears. Robert's eyes met mine, and I knew what he was thinking. We had been so focused on keeping Claire safe, we had neglected to consider that Jonathan might come after Evie. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. We had played right into his hands. We sprang into action, phones to our
The drive home from the hospital was tense. I was constantly looking in my rear view mirror. Claire's parents followed us in their car, Robert and Mary were as worried as I was about this whole situation. Once we were inside the house, there was an urgency to secure the place. Robert and I immediately began installing the state-of-the-art security system while Claire's mother hovered anxiously by her side, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. The house felt like a fortress under siege. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the curtains had us on edge. We worked into the early hours of the morning, installing cameras and alarms, setting up a panic button by Claire's bedside. Finally, the last screw was in place and the system was live. I walked into the living room, where Claire lay on the couch, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and fear. "It's done," I told her, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're safe here." Her gaze searched mine, looking for the truth in my
Now that we know was this Jonathan person is capable of, I am going to put security on Evie as well. I trust what they have at the facility. Once I get Claire home, I am getting personal security and upgrading our alarm system. I look at Claire, who is still in a daze, and I realize that the reality of the situation is setting in for both of us. The man who attacked her is still out there, and he knows where we live. I refuse to let fear control us. I lean down and whisper reassurances into her ear. "Rawls," she whispers, her voice shaky, "What if he comes for me again? Or what if he tries to get to Evie?" The thought sends a chill down my spine, but I don't let it show. "He won't," I tell her firmly, stroking her hair. "I promise you, I'll protect you both. I won't let anything happen to either of you." Her eyes search mine, looking for the truth in my words. "You can't be with us all the time," she points out. "No," I admit, "but we're not going to make it easy for him. We