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
Jonathan was right on time. He said twenty minutes and he was true to his word. He is a very sweet person, and I feel terrible for using him. I meet him out by his car. I was planning on just jumping in, but he gets out and comes to open my door. Such a gentleman. "So, Claire, where would you like to go? I am up for whatever you would like to eat." I forced a smile. "How about Italian? I haven't had a good pizza in a while." "Italian it is," he said with a grin, and we headed to a cozy restaurant, named Amici's, downtown. Throughout dinner, he talked about his latest project at work and asked about my day, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept glancing at my phone, expecting a text or call from Thelma, hoping she had some insight or comfort to offer. Jonathan noticed my distraction and reached across the table, placing his hand on mine. "Is everything okay, Claire? You seem a bit preoccupied tonight." His concern was genuine, and it tugged at my heartstrings. "I'm fine,"
I watched Claire come home with her 'date." He was her age, where I am twice her age. He would be perfect for her, but could he make her happy. I saw when he leaned in to kiss her and I want to go over there and break his neck. I felt like a peeping Tom, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight of her with another man. It was like watching someone else live my life, a twisted soap opera where the wrong people were playing the starring roles. The rage inside of me grew with every second, but I knew I had to keep it in check. For her, for us. Jonathan's car pulled away, leaving Claire standing in the doorway, looking lost and vulnerable. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay put. This wasn't the time for confrontation, not when she was already hurt and confused. I had to be the bigger person, the one who waited for the storm to pass before reaching out a hand to help her. From the shadows of my bedroom window, I observed as she walked up to the house, her shoulder
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