I was so furious with Claire. She put herself in danger. I could not live my life without her. Now I am going to show her how much I love her. The best way I know how to do that is to be buried deep inside of her. Her eyes searched mine, a mix of surprise and need reflecting in their depths. I leaned down and kissed her, all the fear and anger I had felt earlier morphing into passion. Her lips parted, welcoming me in, and I deepened the kiss, my hands roaming over her body. With a gentle tug, I pulled her shirt over her head, my eyes drinking in the sight of her bare skin. Her bra followed, and my breath hitched at the sight of her breasts, the soft mounds begging for my touch. I cupped them, feeling her nipples harden under my palms as she arched into my touch. Rawls trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands were tender but firm, his touch soothing the fear and tension that had been building inside me. I knew he was trying to distract me from the hor
“Marry me, Claire?” I repeated, my voice softer this time but no less earnest. Her eyes searched mine, a mix of shock and elation. "Rawls, are you serious?" she breathed, her hand reaching up to touch my cheek. "More than anything," I replied, my voice steady and sure. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you, loving you." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she leaned into my touch, her breathing still heavy from our passionate encounter. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. The words hung in the air, a promise of a future filled with love and protection. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders, knowing that she felt the same way I did. "Yes, Rawls," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll marry you." The smile that spread across my face was so wide it hurt. I leaned down and kissed her, feeling the love I had for her fill every corner of my soul. Rawls’s proposal had taken me by complete surprise, but as soon as he
When I get home from work, Mary is busy in the kitchen and I can see the table is set for four people. "What's going on?" I ask her, feeling a knot in my stomach. She looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Claire called and she wants to come over for dinner.” Robert’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Mary’s words. Despite the strain in their relationship, he knew how much it meant to her to have her daughter back in their lives. “I assume she is not coming alone.” Mary's smile faltered for a brief moment before she nodded. "Rawls is coming too. Honey, please let’s try to make this a civil dinner. I miss Claire. We may not approve of this relationship but maybe we can learn to at least get along.” “I will do my best, Mary," trying to sound more convinced than I feel. The tension between myself and Rawls is still there, but for Claire’s sake I will make my best effort. When Claire and Rawls arrive, there is already unspoken tension. Rawls nods stiffly a
"Claire," the doctor began, her expression unreadable. "Your tests have come back. It seems like you're pregnant.” I couldn’t believe my ears. God has blessed us again. The room spun around me as the words sank in. Pregnant? After the assault, after everything we'd been through? I looked at Claire, here eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. The doctor continued talking, but her words were just a blur as the reality of the situation settled over me like a heavy blanket. "Rawls," Claire whispered, her hand squeezing mine so tightly I could feel the bones shift. "What do we do?" The doctor's voice was calm and reassuring, explaining options and next steps. But all I could think about was the look on Claire's face. The fear, the confusion, the doubt. I knew I had to be strong for her, to help her through this. “Guess the marriage proposal came at the right time. We are just going to have to start planning our wedding, my love.” Claire’s eyes searched mine, looking for any signs o
After everything that happened at my parents, with announcing the engagement, I couldn’t mention the baby. It felt like a heavy secret that I was carrying around, especially with the way I was feeling. The nausea had worsened, and I couldn't keep anything down. But I didn’t want to worry them any more than we already had. Days turned into weeks, and soon the pregnancy was going to became more obvious. My breasts grew tender and my stomach began to show. We had to tell my parents eventually, but every time we talked about it, the fear of their reaction held us back. Rawls was incredibly supportive, but I knew he was just as nervous as I was. He had become an integral part of my life, my protector, my confidant, and now the father of my child. I was torn between the joy of our little secret and the dread of how my parents would react to the news. One evening, when the nausea had subsided and I had managed to keep a meal down, we decided it was time. We sat down at the dinner table w
I wish Robert could have waited on saying anything. “Dad, who is Castellanos?” Robert’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. It was clear he didn’t expect the conversation to turn in this direction. “He’s Jonathan from your office,” he said. “I don’t understand. How do you know all of this?” “Rawls, we are going to have to tell her.” I know Robert is right, I had hoped we would never have to. Rawls nodded, his jaw tight. "I know," he said. We sat in silence for a moment before I took a deep breath and began to explain everything - from the truth about Castellanos. I watched as the color drained from my Claire and Mary’s faces, their expressions a mix of shock and horror. "He's been stalking Claire," I said, my voice low and controlled. "And he assaulted her at the office." Mary's hand flew to her chest, her eyes wide with horror. "What?" she gasped. "Oh my God, Claire, why didn't you tell us?" Rawls's grip on my hand tightened. "We didn't want to worry you," he
I cannot believe Rawls and my dad kept everything from me, I thought as I stumbled away from the house, the fresh air doing little to cool the burning in my cheeks. How could they think it was okay to hire someone to follow me around like I was some sort of helpless victim? The anger grew inside me like a storm, threatening to spill over. Rawls and Dad followed me, their footsteps heavy on the ground. I heard the worry in their voices as they called out to me, but I was too lost in my own thoughts to respond. The truth was, I was scared. Scared for the baby, scared for myself, and scared of what Jonathan might do next. The fear was a living, breathing entity inside of me, and it was consuming everything else. As I reached the house, I turned to face them, my eyes brimming with tears. "You can't do this to me," I choked out. "You can't just make decisions like this and expect me to be okay with it." Rawls stopped a few feet away, his hands up in a placating gesture. "Claire, we neve
The next day, we found ourselves at the facility, the same place where Evie had found refuge and strength. The walls held secrets, and now we were about to peel back another layer. As we walked in, my heart hammered in my chest, the anticipation of what we might discover making me feel both nauseous and resolute. Evie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw us. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice tentative. Rawls took a deep breath, his hand squeezing mine for reassurance. "Evie, we need to talk," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "It's about what happened to you.” Evie's eyes grew wary, and she took a step back. "What do you know?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Rawls took the lead, his gaze never leaving hers. "We know that your attacker went to Fremont College around the same time you did," he said. "Is there anything you remember that might help us identify him?" Evie's eyes grew distant, and she visibly swallowed before speaking. "My roommate," she whispe
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
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