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
Mary had cooked my favorite, lasagna. The house smelled like garlic bread and marinara sauce. It was comforting, but the thought of seeing Claire made me feel like my stomach is in knots. I took a deep breath and walked into the dining room. Claire was sitting in her usual spot, and she was so beautiful. She had her eyes downcast so she wouldn't have to look at me. The last time I looked into those eyes, I saw so much love. "Thank you for coming, Rawls," said Mary, giving me a tight smile. "It means so much to us that you're here. I am so glad that you were with our baby girl before we got to the hospital." Robert offered me a firm handshake. "Thanks for looking out for her.” "I would do anything for Claire. She needed my help and I am glad I could be there for her." Mary's eyes searched mine, and I knew she could see the pain hidden behind the forced smile. The dinner was awkward, with conversation sticking to safe topics like work and the weather. Every time I looked a
It has been a week since the dinner, and I still can't get Rawls out of my mind. I do still love him but is love enough to fix my heart. I gave him every part of me, heart, body, and soul. Work was the only thing keeping me sane. I was working late every night. By the time I would get home, I was exhausted. Just as I was getting ready to finish up for the day, I heard a knock on my office window. I looked out and there was Rawls. He had a bouquet of flowers and a sad look on his face. I didn't know if I had the energy to fight with him again, so I just ignored him. I headed out and got in my car and headed home. As I was parking in the driveway, I saw that he was already there, waiting for me. He was standing by my car door when I opened it. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice firm. "There's nothing to say, Rawls," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. He stepped closer, his eyes searching my face. "Please, Claire, just hear me out." I sighed heavily and le
After my encounter with Claire, I needed something stronger than a beer. I went to my home office and grabbed the decanter of scotch. The very thought of another man touching her made my blood boil. As I poured the amber liquid into a glass, I knew I had to do something. I could not let her push me away like this. I knew I hurt her, but I had to prove to her that I would always be there for her, that I would never leave her again. I had to do something before some asshole tried to take what is mine. My thoughts were racing as I took a sip of the scotch. The burning sensation down my throat was a reminder of the pain I was feeling. "What the hell was I thinking, letting her push me away like that?" I murmured to myself. I knew I couldn't just sit around and wait for her to come back to me. I had to do something to show her that I was serious about making things right. The first thing I need to do is to get Evie into a program. I worry she may try something again to hurt Cla
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. "Ah, but you see," he says, his voice a low purr, "you don't have a choice." My mind races as I look around the room, desperately seeking a weapon, an escape route, anything to save us. The house seems to shrink around me, the walls closing in as my chest tightens with fear. Mom's eyes are wide with terror, and she shakes her head vigorously, trying to warn me. I understand the message—don't come closer. But I can't just leave her here with him. My survival instincts kick in, and I know I have to act fast. Jonathan takes a step toward me, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Don't be stupid, Claire," he says, his voice like a snake's hiss. "You know what happens when you defy me.” My gaze falls to his hand, and my stomach drops when I see the gun glinting in the moonlight. It's pointed at Mom, her eyes pleading with me to be careful. I can't let him take us—I won't let him hurt my baby. . "We're leaving." The gun in Jonathan's hand is unwa
As he leaves, I fight the urge to follow, to beg him to take me with him. But I know I can't. I'm too much of a liability in my current state. The fear for him, for Evie, for the baby, and for myself is a storm of noise in my head. I need to stay strong, to keep the hope alive. I sit down in the nursery, the silence deafening. The only sound is the faint ticking of the crib mobile above, a reminder of the life we're fighting for. I try to focus on the positive—Fiona’s call, the possibility of finding Evie. But the fear is a living creature, feeding on my doubt. Rawls's footsteps retreat down the hallway, and I listen until the front door clicks shut. My heart feels like it's in a vice, and I take deep breaths to keep the panic at bay. The house is too quiet, save for the occasional muffled murmur of dad's team outside. The thought of Fiona plays in my mind. She's out there, alive, and willing to help. But what if it's a trap? What if Jonathan has somehow turned her against us? I s
As if an answer to my silent plea, the phone on the nightstand starts to ring. The screen flashes with an unknown number, and for a brief, hopeful moment, I wonder if it's a sign. I pick it up, my heart pounding in my chest, and bring it to my ear. "Hello?" The voice on the other end is faint, but it sends a shockwave through my body. "Rawls," the voice says, and my heart skips a beat. It's Fiona. She really is alive. "Fiona?" Rawls says, his voice tight with disbelief. "Is that really you?" There's a pause, and then her voice, clear as a bell, fills the room. "It's me, Rawls," she says, the sound of her voice like a ghost from the past, haunting and yet oddly comforting. "I need to see you. It's about Evie." My hand tightens around the phone. "What do you know?" Fiona's voice is a mix of pain and urgency. "I know where he's keeping her," she says, the words coming out in a rush. "I can help you get her back." "How?" he asks, his voice gruff. "What do you want in exchang
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