Kiera had been waiting for over fifteen minutes when he arrived.She didn't mind the wait. It helped her clear her mind and figure out what to say to him. Should she tell him everything? It was a weight on her conscience and she wanted to share the burden with someone else. She couldn't take the pressure. It would have been better if she didn't talk to him about it but she didn't have anyone else.It was strange, but it was the truth.Back in high school, she had a small group of friends. They were all like her but they got along well enough. None of them went to the same college, though, so they lost touch. Kiera spoke to a few of them occasionally on Facebook but it wasn't the same, evidently. Their lives led them to different paths. One of her closest friends, Miranda, was married with a kid. She seemed happy, but she was the one that Kiera didn't talk to at all. She didn't know where it all went askew. It's yet another thing she'll blame Jared for. He never liked any of her frien
The front door was wide open so Kiera knew that they were home. She held her breath as she parked the car. She released it only when she was locking it. Her feet were moving before her mind could process what she was doing or intended to do. She wouldn't let the matter go, though. She would confront the problem head on and take responsibility like the adult that she was. She walked inside and looked right. They where in the kitchen. Her impression was that they had been discussing something heatedly before she entered. They were staring at her as if she was a stranger. It made her feel bad but she held her ground. "Where were you?" she asked. "I thought you left for good." "Why would we leave for good?" Simone asked. "This is our home. And you, Kiera, are family to us. We had business to attend to. We left early so we didn't have time to inform you.""Business?" she asked. "What kind of business? Why aren't you specifying? Since when do we keep things from each other?" As she said
Jared. Dead. Kiera couldn't believe it. She didn't know how long she had been laying on the couch. She lost total track of time. She couldn't wrap her head around the terrible news she had received and didn't care that it was the Sheriff who gave it to her. Something wasn't right. Jared couldn't be dead. Simone handed her a glass of water and she took it gratefully. She took small sips until she felt her head getting less lighter. She was sitting at the counter and Kane had left the kitchen to talk to the Sheriff. It had been ten minutes and he still wasn't back."Calm yourself," Simone said to her. Her voice was shrill and she was holding the cloth in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were white. "You're going to faint again if you don't!""I can't," she said, touching her sweaty forehead. She felt hopeless. She couldn't remember feeling si terrible. "I can't deal with this, Simone. I don't know what to think, even. Jared can't be dead. He can't be!"Simone looked at her with p
Kiera looked back and forth between them."What are you talking about?" she asked after a painful moment of silence.Simone and Kane simply stared at her. Kane appeared to be more uncomfortable than her and she wondered once again what it was that Simone wanted to tell her that Kane disagreed with. It made no sense to her why she'd want to tell her something which he didn't.It tied her head in a knot."Kiera," Kane said, "we were talking about—""Mikael," she said sternly. "Yes, I heard you. What I want to know is why you were saying those things about him. What makes you so sure that he was the one who killed Jared?" That was what she gathered he said. She wasn't totally sure but she'd risk it and see if she'd nail the jackpot."I'm not sure of anything," he replied, matching her tone of voice. "You misunderstood me. Then again, that tends to happen when you listen in on other people's conversations."A frown pulled her brows together. "I wasn't doing it on purpose. I walked in on y
Kiera knew then that the morning wouldn't go well.From a distance, she could see that Mikael's brows were drawn together. It was like he was angry just by looking at Kane because he's who he was looking at since he was looking over her shoulder. And Kane...she didn't want to look at his face. She was terrified. What was Mikael doing here? He hadn't told her that he would be stopping by. "Kane," she said in warning, and he made her wish she hadn't said a thing because it was as if her voice triggered him. He walked past her and his shoulder brushed against hers. She set off after him but he didn't spare her a glance.He had the key with him. He opened the gate. Mikael began advancing and Kiera couldn't believe that she was witnessing her worst nightmare. She didn't know it was her worst until now. "Kane!" she exclaimed, grabbing the lapel of his coat. "Kane, stop!" "What are you doing here?" he asked Mikael. She cohdkng recognize his voice. There was an unmistakable authority seepi
Kane returned late in the night.Kiera couldn't believe that the day had passed like some kind of joke. The incident happened at around eight AM and she spent the whole day waiting for news or something. Anything. There was no call from Mikael and when she lost her patience and tried to call him, he didn't pick up. Simone tried to call Kane and the same thing happened.Her fear was palpable.She didn't believe that contacting the police was the right thing to do because it would implicate Mikael further. She felt bad for prioritizing him over Kane but she couldn't help herself. It was her heart's desire to protect him at all costs just as she had when Simone grabbed that rifle and tried to shoot him. She still couldn't believe that that had happened. She didn't even know that Simone could handle guns. Hours had passed and they said nothing to each other. It wasn't that she was tremendously upset at Simone for doing what she did. Perhaps she was still too anxious to process and inter
The hotel room was bathed with sunlight when Kiera awoke. Her eyes stung when she opened them. They felt gritty and sensitive. She could feel how swollen they were from all the crying she did. Mikael. She couldn't believe that he let her down. She trusted him. She left home because he promised her that he would join her at the hotel. He didn't come or send word. He hadn't even bothered to answer her calls or texts. Kiera was devastated. She believed him with all her heart even when she was warned about him. She ignored all his red flags which proved what Kane had said to her about being with people who were emotionally unavailable and treated her poorly. Jared did the same thing to her and she forgave him time and time again. And the worst part was that Jared had never gotten into any physical fight with Kane. They never saw eye to eye but he was courteous to Kane. Mikael was openly rude to them and she excused his behavior. She blamed them. How would she forgive herself after wha
Kiera returned to her senses slowly. Pain was the first thing she felt. She couldn't even open her eyes because the back of her head was on fire and her neck was stiff. There was a heavy weight on top of her, there had to be. Why else couldn't she move? Something wasn't right. She felt threatened. It was Mikael who had hit her. That was her first coherent thought after struggling for a few seconds to sit up. He was standing behind her, seemingly to let her pass, and then she felt the hit and as she fell, he hovered above her. His face was a blur but it was him who had done it. She had numerous questions and the first one started with him. Why did he do that to her? Why would he hit her? To stop her from leaving? Why? A groan left her lips. Her mouth was dry. She opened her eyes and saw darkness so she wondered if she had even opened her eyes. Another thought occurred to her: what if the room was dark because the sun had set? She didn't know how long she had been out like a flame.