Thanks for reading. I haf to add Max story here because he would not have a book like the others (his story is short) I want to give a story that make sense for him and Nina because they deserve it. Thanks for reading
“How will you say life has been in general since you began visiting?” Penny asked from across the room, where she sat staring at Imela. Imela smiled and said, “It has been good; life has been good; everything is falling into place. It has been two weeks since Ocean’s awakening, and he got discharged from the hospital yesterday.” “And your mental state?” Penny inquired, her curious gaze remaining fixed on her. Penny was her therapist, and after detailing what she felt was wrong with her to the psychologist at the hospital, he wanted to assign her to a therapist, but she told him she already had one. He then told her to begin her session, and that's what she did two weeks ago, and she had been coming at least three times a week. With Ocean’s awakening, Imela could go to work, but not as before, so she spent four days with him two weeks ago, and this week, she spent three days with him and four days at work. Oliver also cut down on work and spent days with Ocean. This was all to make
Trigger Warning! Graphic scene Imela’s eyes snapped open in the room as her consciousness returned, and her head hurt immediately. Her eyes closed, and she wondered what had happened and why she had such a crushing headache. She couldn’t remember anything leading to this moment, though; it was all blank, and the more she tried to remember, the more her head hurt.Her nose picked up a strange smell a few seconds later, and her eyes snapped open. This time, she ignored the ache that shot through her head. She glanced at the ceiling, which didn’t look like the one in her house, telling her she was far from home and trying to gather her scattered memories.Imela's right hand felt sticky, and her eyes narrowed on it as she brought her hand up to find out what it was exactly. Her heart skipped when the red substance registered with the smell she had picked up earlier: blood. It was the blood of someone. She sat up immediately, and there she found the apartment with pink and white paintings
Oliver had gotten worried after failing to reach Imela for hours. They had a date night scheduled for this evening, and when it was 4 p.m. and she didn’t come home, he became worried and began calling her, but she didn’t answer his call, and his worry grew. Oliver had reached out to Nina, Grace, and Hailey, her friends, to ask if they had seen or heard from her in the last two hours, but they told him they hadn’t. He also called Marcel, who told him he hadn’t seen or heard from her either. Marcel told him he would try to reach her. Getting a call from Imela was a relief, but her words had shocked him. Imela wasn’t a violent person and would choose to find a solution that had little to do with violence, so it was hard to believe she had taken Kimberly’s life. She had told him that, but it was still difficult to wrap his head around it. “Daddy, is that mommy?” Ocean asked as Oliver slipped the phone into his pocket. He turned to Ocean and forced a smile. “Yes, Ocean.” He walked over
Oliver's POV “Oliver!” Vivian called as she walked towards me. “I saw what happened. How are you holding up?” I wasn’t holding up well if I was being honest. Just the thought of Ela locked up didn’t sit right, and knowing what she had confessed to didn’t help either. Ela didn’t kill anyone because I knew her. If she were capable of murder, I would have been dead a long time ago. It wasn’t in her nature, and so despite everything, I still held onto my conviction. I had wanted to stay in the station with her, but she told me I needed to be with Ocean. Ela loved Ocean and wouldn’t do anything that would take her away from him. When I came home, Ocean was already asleep. I kissed his head and slept in his bed, holding him tight. I woke before him, and when I went for the door, he asked where his mother was. I had told him she would be home yesterday, but she still wasn’t home. I told him something terrible happened, but I assured him Ela would be home in the end. This time, unlike yeste
Ela’s bail was denied three times, but when the result of the test came back, showing she had an excess amount of lead and solvent in her system, as well as melatonin, she was released to us. Jean had convinced the judge that there was more to this than we knew; he referenced Ela’s state of mind in all of this and a few other reasons that, though Ela was the prime suspect, there might be more. She spent a total of three days in jail before being released, and I was the happiest to have her leave with me. Marcel and her friends were all waiting to welcome her back, and even though there were people outside the station rioting against the bail, they could do so much.Jean met up with us and told us he would begin a private investigation into the death of Kim and Ela’s state of mind. I told him I would be available to do whatever he wanted from me. He wanted Ela to undergo a psychiatric evaluation to determine her mental state and a medical examination to see what else we may not be see
My lashes fluttered, and I released a loud yawn. I covered my mouth to reduce the noise so I wouldn’t wake Ela up, but when my hand dropped from my face, I found her already awake and sitting in bed. “You are awake,” I said, noticing her intense gaze on the ceiling. “I remember,” she said. I pulled myself up to sit down, and my brows furrowed, wondering if it was what I was thinking, but I waited for her to keep speaking. “Not everything, but I remembered how I got to Kimberly’s apartment. She called me and sent me her address. She was going to call off the engagement with Marcel and wanted me to hear her reasons first.” She said. “The police checked your phone after you were arrested; they didn’t find a call or any such message,” I told her. Her gaze moved to me. “I am telling the truth.” “I believe you,” I replied, meaning every word. Getting this memory back was a miracle, and this meant there were more than two people in Kim’s apartment, as at the time of her death, the thir
Imela's POV Jean’s words echoed in my head. The result of the many tests showed I couldn’t have killed Kim; there were more than the two of us at the apartment; someone else had killed her and framed me for it. They had hoped I wouldn’t wake, having injected me with a high dose of lead and solvent. Waking up had thwarted their plans, and the test results vindicated me and showed my innocence.I wanted to think of who could have been responsible for this. I didn’t want to say Cecil; after all, she was in my head. I couldn’t give her credit. Cecil was in prison, and even if she wasn’t, she alone couldn’t have pulled off all of this. There was someone else—someone close to me, someone who knew me and could influence my mind.My phone rang in my bag as I stepped out of the car, snapping me out of my thoughts. I thanked Benjamin, who held the door open for me to step out and pulled the phone out of my purse to see Nina as the caller ID. I answered and pushed open the door. “Nina, hey,” I
Trigger Warning! Violence in this chapter Third POV It all started a year ago. “The first time I saw you, I knew a day would come when I would need you,” Cecil said as she stepped towards Gloria, a splitting image of her. She had met her when she travelled to Puerto Rico on vacation two years ago. They didn’t look so alike at first because Cecil had red hair, a thin eyebrow, and pink lips, while Gloria had blonde hair, a full eyebrow, and red lips. Cecil could also tell Gloria was financially struggling, and it showed in the way she was dressed. Cecil didn’t know why, but she wanted Gloria close, so she helped her into the States, waiting for her to get her papers. After the sentence was carried out, Cecil reached out to Gloria, telling her to play out her part, and in return, she would get her the papers she needed. She already had connections with not only the correction centre but also the warder, so leaving the prison was easier, and all Gloria had to do was pretend to be her u