Chapter One-Hundred And Sixty-Eight

Jake woke up with the noise I made when I thre the letter. "What's the matter, dear?" He enquired curiously.

"It's Lincoln, I can't believe that after all this while, he can still threaten us, I mean, I thought we were rid of him forever," I cried.

Jake took the letter from my bands briskly and read it and saw that the content was written and sent by Lincoln probably from where he was at the prison.

"Dear," Jake said and hugged me by his side. I knew that he was about to give the "it's going to be alright speech at the time," and I was ready to listen to what he was about to say at the moment.

"See, he is in the cell, he can't do anything, he is just trying to spoil our day, no matter what happens, we can't let him, there is nothing he can do from there, so everything he said where just empty threats," Jake said.

"Well, I know, it's just that am just afraid of everything I mean it's been long now and we have been quite free from him and we knew and experien