Sabrina drew a deep breath and reached for the pen in the holder on his desk. She set the papers down and began signing her name on the lines indicated by small yellow arrow shaped sticky notes, then handed them back to him.โWhat would you have said as my solicitor?โ she asked after he took the papers.โThe same thing I just told you, but with a few carefully chosen phrases,โ he smiled. โGwyn Marez is guilty of matricide and deserves the death penalty. Iโm afraid, since there is no proof, she actually killed her husband or arranged his death through her son, other than what Andre told you, the most sheโll serve is a life sentence.โโWhat if I testify against her?โ Sabrina asked.โItโs hearsay, honey,โ Derek said with a deep sigh as he leaned back in his chair. โHer solicitors can claim that itโs defamation of character and it will most likely be dismissed. Itโs best to allow the prosecutor to proceed with the testimony from those who dealt with the investigations.โโNow what happens?
โFine, Iโm sorry,โ she grumbled then looked down to the table and under her breath added, โbitch.โโI apologize for my daughterโs behavior these past days,โ William told the nun. โShe used to be respectful and considerate. Despite her ill temperament, you are a guest in our home, and we appreciate all your hard work.โโThank you, Mr. Ashford,โ the nun said gently, making her appear much younger than her aging features would seem. The group watched as the woman turned and left the room, going back up the stairs. They all knew she was on a strict diet and kept protein drinks in her luggage for breakfast and lunches. They were also certain she was leaving as an attempt to gain a little peace before starting Irenaโs afternoon exercises.โWould you like to see the dress?โ Sabrina asked in a soft voice, as if afraid to break the tension of the room.โNo,โ Irena snapped, then pushed the bowl her mother set in front of her aside. โI said Iโm not ready to get married. I donโt know what I have
โYou know, weโre going to have to tell the family our news sooner rather than later,โ Creighton told Sandra as she moved through the aisles of the clothing store, her hand held to the stroller as she looked through the many items of baby clothes.They arrived in Northallerton shortly after lunch, deciding to take in a quick stop at the clothing store Sandra liked to visit. So far, they had chosen several dresses for Grace, a few pairs of pants for Brandon, along with a new doll and a set of building blocks. With a new maternity dress and a pair of flat shoes, they decided it was time to find something for their growing family. It had been Creightonโs insistence that their children did not wear hand-me-down clothes, as he and his brothers had to do growing up. He wanted his children to have their own identity and style, which was why they had a cart full of jeans and dresses. Brandon was a tough kid who hated getting dressed for church and Grace would wear dresses when feeding the ho
Creighton held the seat out for Sandra then glanced to the waiter who stood nearby. The reservations had caused the usual degree of excitement as he told the maรฎtre dโ his name and watched those close by turn in his direction. It was a reaction that had long since stopped bothering him, but one that Sandra still found embarrassing.โWeโll have a bottle of Dom Perignon 98,โ he told the man, then glanced to his wife with a half grin. โAnd a sweet tea.โโThank you,โ Sandra told him once the waiter left. โI know we drank a lot before we found out I was pregnant with Brandon, and I think we were fortunate that he was born normal, but I donโt want to keep the habit going.โโIโll do everything in my power to help our babyโs health, as long as it doesnโt prohibit my worshiping their motherโs body.โโYouโre such a deviant,โ she smiled then looked up to see a second waiter escorting Sabrina and Giovanni toward them.โYou know it,โ Creighton assured her with a wicked grin that told her he planne
Peter sat in his car across the street from the restaurant staring at his phone. He had felt guilty for leaving Irena alone for the night and tried to call her three times, without success. He knew she was there, having called the house and spoken to her father, she just refused to answer her phone. William told him about the argument with Sabrina, and though he said it didnโt seem to make a difference to Irena at the time, she had been solemn the rest of the day. She had not said a word to Sister Carmella Catherine during her final two exercise sessions and had retired to her bed shortly after supper.A part of Peter was hoping the argument made the girl start thinking, but another part of him was worried that it may have set her back even further. Her doctor in France said her depression could take on several symptoms, making her appear almost schizophrenic in nature. The type he believed she was suffering from was a combination of victim and survivor trauma. He warned Peter that s
Creighton sat at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow. He had heard back from his solicitors about the factory in France and was less than pleased. The owner was insisting that it was worth three times the amount he was offering, despite the books saying otherwise. It looked like he would have to go to them to discuss this deal in person, which meant leaving his family for several days to a few weeks. With Brandon starting school next month and Nana and Papa planning a trip to Florida, he knew he couldnโt ask Sandra to go along. She would never leave their children that long and would never allow anyone to take their son to his first day of school. Creighton would not ask her to, even though it would be the first time they had been separated since their marriage, and he wasnโt happy about the idea.He briefly considered asking Giovanni to go in his stead, since they had agreed to work on this project together, but he did not want to take the man away from his daughter again, and
The caterers arrived promptly at five thirty. Sandra and Creighton returned home shortly after the tables were assembled and the food moved out of the vans and into the single covered tent. They had purchased enough school supplies to help all of Brandonโs classmates, as well as enough to replenish a yearโs worth of Graceโs crayons, markers, papers and bubblegum. With their fatherโs insistence, the children managed to pick up a strange kit of caterpillars with the promise that they would turn into butterflies. Sandra was not crazy about having bugs in her house, but couldnโt refuse, after the children practically begged her to allow them to get the kits.โPeter is here,โ Creighton said after they unloaded the car and put everything away. โI just hope Irena will be more receptive to him,โ Sandra added as they once again left the house and headed across the property to his parentsโ home. โShe hasnโt been in a very good mood the past couple of days.โโI havenโt had the privilege of see
Twilight had fallen by the time the family was finished eating, allowing the caterers to clean up. Creighton paid each member in turn as they cleared away the food and assembled the leftovers in the fridge. Emma insisted that Irena and Peter take it back to the flat with them so they would not have to fend for themselves for a few days, then the evening games began. The children played an old game Sandra and Cathy taught them called Statue Maker, while three full rounds of Red Rover sang out across the setting sun. Giovanni laid a warm hand on top of Sabrinaโs, knowing she was starting to doubt telling her family about the baby. With a deep sigh, Creighton cleared his throat, bringing the attention of the adults to stare at him.โSister Carmella Catherine,โ he began, addressing the nun who was sitting comfortably in the chair, a third glass of wine in her hands. โFrom all of us, we would like to thank you once again for your dedication in helping Irena. I think I speak for the whole
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didnโt know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the policeโs concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.โI canโt leave the house, I canโt go to France, I canโt even gather eggs,โ she grumbled as she joined the older couple. โWhat am I supposed to do? I canโt sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.โโHoney, youโre going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.โHow much longer do we have to sit here?โ he growled, looking to those gathered around.โWe need you to remain patient for a little longer,โ a bald-headed man told him. โMonsieur Ashford, we understand what youโre going throughโฆโโLike hell you do,โ Creighton snapped. โI have a pregnant wife at home w
โI know sheโll be happy when itโs over,โ Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears sheโd been wiping away. โShe canโt let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.โโIโm sure they are going stir crazy,โ Cathy said with a frown. โEspecially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.โโThe only good thing is the weather,โ William told them. โItโs been really wet, and she doesnโt like getting her dresses dirty.โโSounds like her aunt,โ Andrew said with a soft chuckle.โMaybe we should take this meeting over to my sisterโs,โ Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.โLet me call Derek and Kristin,โ William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. โThey wanted to know what you found out.โโJust have them meet us at Sandraโs,โ Andrew told him. โWe can discuss this all there.โโI thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,โ Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHTโs security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasnโt difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Graceโs favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
โNo, itโs about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You canโt stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now Iโm watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.โโStop comparing me to Sandra!โ Cathy screamed. โItโs not my fault sheโs perfect. Sheโs always been everyoneโs favorite. I canโt tell you how many boyfriends Iโve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didnโt want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when Iโm a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parentsโ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
โMaybe Michelle heard from him,โ the boy said hopefully.โI havenโt spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.โThe two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.โCome on, son,โ she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. โLetโs see if we can get some sleep.โโMum, can I come sleep with you?โ Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.โYou can sleep on your daddyโs side,โ she told him. โJust donโt tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.โBrandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornadoโs fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandraโs nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathyโs surgery, though he wouldnโt go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldnโt remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasnโt Creighton. She couldnโt even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasnโt the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didnโt mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garconโs assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?โDid you hear what we said?โ Papa asked her.โItโs impossible,โ she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadnโt understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.โSweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,โ Sandra told the little girl. โPut that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. Weโll make lunch when youโve finished.