My heart raced as I stepped into my bedroom, only to find Drenver standing there, his presence like a sudden chill in the air. Panic surged through me, my mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger.Drenver's expression was unreadable; his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Friah, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent. I took a step back, my instincts screaming at me to flee, to protect myself and my unborn child from whatever danger Drenver posed. My hand instinctively went to my belly, clutching the blanket tightly as if it could shield us from harm. "Talk?" I echoed, my voice wavering with uncertainty. "There's nothing left to say, Drenver." I fumbled where my cell phone was. "You are not supposed to be here." I could feel my heart racing, the fear of the unknown tightening its grip on me. "How did you find me?" He just smiled, letting hi
I just finished reading this book, and I loved it," she exclaimed, her words tumbling out in a rush."I had to come back and tell you all about it!"I leaned in closer, eager to hear her thoughts on the book. "That's wonderful to hear," I replied, my curiosity piqued."What did you love most about it?"As she launched into a passionate discussion about the characters, the plot twists, and the themes that had captivated her, I found myself swept up in her enthusiasm. We laughed, we debated, and we shared stories about our favorite literary discoveries, lost in the timeless magic of storytelling.By the time she was about to leave the store, her arms laden with a stack of new books to devour, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment wash over me. It was moments like these—connecting with readers and sharing in their excitement—that made all the challenges of running a bookstore worthwhile.As I reached for the book the reader had returned, I noticed a folded piece of paper tucked
Vince's grip on my hand tightened, his expression grave as he met my gaze. "I'm not sure, Friah," he admitted, his voice tinged with concern."But there's something about him... something familiar yet chilling," I said, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach as the memory of the man's smirk sent a shiver down my spine."It felt like... like I've seen him before," I whispered, my voice trembling with unease. "In my nightmares."Vince's eyes widened with alarm, his concern deepening as he took in my words. "Do you think he's connected to... to what you've been experiencing?" he asked, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.I shook my head, the fear threatening to overwhelm me as I struggled to make sense of the unsettling encounter."I don't know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."But something tells me he's not just a stranger passing by."Drenver can't be here, he is in jail and also he can't be where I am. He has no money. Plus, his physical appearance was completely
The whole day, I'm just assisting some of the readers coming into the bookstore. As I was about to close the store, I noticed the same man standing outside, holding another white tulip. I was about to approach the man when melodic strains of music filled the air. I turned towards the source of the sound, my heart skipping a beat as I caught sight of Vince walking at the entrance of the bookstore, a guitar cradled in his hands.A smile spread across my face as I watched him strumming the strings with practiced ease, his fingers dancing across the fretboard as he played a soulful melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the island.The last customers in the store paused in their browsing, drawn in by the enchanting music that filled the space. I could see the admiration and awe reflected in their eyes as they watched Vince perform, their attention completely captivated by his talent and presence.The last notes of the song faded into the evening air. Vince set the guitar
My heart pounded with a mixture of confusion and apprehension as I held the bracelet in my hand, the weight of its implications sinking in with each passing moment. "Forever in my heart," the words echoed in my mind, stirring a sense of unease that I couldn't shake.With trembling hands, I slipped the bracelet into my pocket, the cool metal burning against my skin like a silent accusation. I needed answers, and I needed them now.Turning back to Vince, I forced a smile onto my lips, hoping to hide the turmoil swirling within me. "Sorry about that," I said, my voice wavering slightly. "I just thought I saw something interesting over there."Feeling a knot of unease tighten in my stomach, I turned away from the mysterious bracelet and made my way back to where Vince was waiting. His eyes met mine, concern flickering across his features as he took in my expression."Is everything okay, Friah?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.I forced a smile, pushing aside the troubling thoughts th
I slightly chuckled. I watched with curiosity as Vince made his way towards his room, a playful glint in his eye suggesting that he had something special in store for me. My heart fluttered with anticipation, wondering what surprise he had prepared.With a mischievous smile, I followed him, eager to discover the secret he was so eager to share. As I stepped into his room, I couldn't help but notice the soft glow of candlelight dancing across the walls, casting a warm and inviting ambiance over the space."What's the surprise?" I asked, unable to contain my excitement.Vince turned to me with a grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Close your eyes," he instructed, holding out his hand.I complied, allowing him to gently guide me further into the room. With each step, my heart raced with anticipation, the air tingling with the promise of something wonderful."Okay, you can open them now," Vince said, his voice filled with excitement.I opened my eyes to find myself standing in th
I stood in the nursery, surrounded by the love and warmth that Vince had poured into every corner of the room. My thoughts drifted back to Trence and to the moments we had shared so long ago.The memory played out in my mind. I could feel the warmth of Trence's hand in mine and the comforting weight of his presence beside me. Despite his hesitation about going anywhere, especially in public spaces, he had insisted on joining me for a night at the movies. His busy schedule and the demands of his company were momentarily forgotten when he heard my plan for the evening. My real plan was to watch movies alone like I used to do when I was feeling down and in need of some time to myself."Are you enjoying the movie?" I had asked, stealing a glance at Trence beside me, his eyes focused intently on the screen.He had nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's... different," he had admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "But I can see why you enjoy it."After a few min
With a heavy heart, I pushed aside the memories of Trence, focusing instead on the love and happiness that surrounded me in the present moment. Vince's arms around me, the warmth of his embrace, the promise of a future filled with love and laughter—these were the things that mattered now, the things that filled me with hope and joy.As I looked around the nursery, imagining the laughter of a child filling the room, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, with the man who had shown me what true love and happiness looked like. I realized this as I leaned into Vince's embrace and felt the warmth and strength of his love surrounding me."Friah, let's rest already," Vince suggested , I hesitated, torn between the comfort of our bed and the allure of the nursery that held the promise of our future."I think I'll stay here a little longer," I replied softly, meeting Vince's gaze with a gentle smile. "I want to spend some more time in our daughter's room."Vince's expression soften