Caroline pov “We’re witnessing bush babies acting like sisters, what a chaotic scene!” I chuckled and leaned in closer to Lana, whispering some wild stuff. Lana quickly nudged her head away, "Seriously, keep it down! She can hear you!” “I am not concealing anything; she has disrupted our moments. Rushing in and speaking nonsense does not demonstrate maturity or accountability.” “Some individuals need to possess a modicum of common sense.”I fell silent, observing the woman who was gently tending to Bryan's hair. "Miss, we are departing; we have matters to attend to," I stated, my thoughts drifting back to my father. I had not been overly concerned earlier, as I knew Alex would not harm my father; his focus was on me. I turned to gaze at Lana's innocent face, tears streaming down my cheeks. She is kind, and I wondered how she would react upon learning that I was responsible for the death of Alex's girlfriend. The pain is overwhelming; it was all a mistake, and she should not h
Lana pov I slid into the driver's seat, my heart pounding as Caroline got in behind me. "Caroline, you can take the passenger seat; I'll handle the driving," I said. She hesitated, her brow furrowed. "I feel a bit uneasy when you're behind the wheel," she murmured. "Why take the driver's seat when you've always disliked it? Fine, it's yours," I replied, moving to the back seat, my heart settling as I thought of Bryan, the little boy who kept asking for me. As I got comfortable, I let out a sigh, and Caroline started the engine, speeding away. My mind drifted to Alex. There was something Caroline wasn't sharing. I leaned forward, resting against the seat. "Caroline, I need you to tell me about Alex," I said softly. She abruptly halted the car. "There's nothing wrong between us; Alex is just part of my past," she answered, her voice shaky, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Lana, I don't want to hear about Alex again until we reach the warehouse he wants us to go to." With t
Author pov The gunfire rang out three times, cutting through the air. Fear gripped everyone, and they ducked for cover. "Caroline! Caroline!" Lana whispered urgently, scanning the area for any sign of her friend. When she finally looked up, she realized the place was deserted; she was alone in the building. "Caroline! Caroline!" she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls, but all she heard in return was the sound of her voice. Lana stood in the center, lost in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself in terror. Tears filled her eyes. "Where's Caroline?" she thought, her voice trembling. A wave of uncertainty washed over her as she quickly searched every corner of the room. As she searched, the silence thickened around her, wrapping her like a dense fog. Lana's breaths were shallow, and her heart raced in her chest. She shouted again, "Caroline! Please respond!" Yet, the only reply was the fading echo of her voice, swallowed by the emptiness. Then, Lana noticed a piece of
Donovan pov It has been three days since I last encountered Lana, and her absence continues to weigh heavily on me. I found myself humming softly as I sat in the living room, contemplating whether I should reach out to her to understand the reasons behind her disappearance. Suddenly, a gentle touch on my shoulders brought me back to reality. "Donovan, the blender is malfunctioning, and I could really use your help in the kitchen," Sarah said quietly, her hands clasped together and a hesitant smile on her face. I turned my head slightly, puzzled. Why was she laughing? What could possibly be amusing? A nagging thought crossed my mind—perhaps she was about to ask for money, which made my heart sink. "Donovan, you're unusually quiet," she remarked. "Sarah, I have other priorities than rushing to your kitchen just to fix a blender," I replied, reclining comfortably on the couch. As I sank back onto the couch, I noticed Sarah's smile fade, replaced by a look of concern and disappoi
Lana pov The air was cold, and I still had my jacket on, feeling the chill seep into my skin. Sitting on the floor, I let my tears flow. I had missed work for days while searching for Caroline, who had been my source of joy. She had even told me not to worry about finding her. My thoughts spiraled as I reached for my phone, wondering if I should try calling her again. I crawled on the floor to grab it. "Damn it, Lana, you're so lazy," I muttered quietly. Once I had the phone, I began scrolling through the contacts. "Caroline, you crazy bitch," I said with a faint laugh, recalling the name I had saved for her. I called the number, but it was immediately restricted. Customer service kept insisting the number didn’t exist, which was impossible since I had been using it for a long time. I frowned and continued trying when the doorbell suddenly rang, startling me. I searched my mind for anyone I might be expecting but couldn’t recall. Wait, Lana, Lana… I shouted my name as I rushe
Donovan pov. “Who's there?” Lana's uncertain tone cut through the air as I knocked again and again. I paused, unsure of how to respond. The voice lacked warmth, suggesting that perhaps no one was meant to be there. I pressed the doorbell once more, and this time, the doorknob creaked loudly. The door swung open to reveal Caroline, her friend. She leaned against the doorframe, surprise evident on her face. Her eyebrows shot up as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her lashes. “What are you doing here, Donovan? How did you even find Lana's address?” she asked, her gaze filled with suspicion. I felt uneasy under her stare, my heart racing as I struggled to find the right words. “I…I…um…” “I…um, is that what brought you to Lana's place?” She cut me off with her barrage of questions. I had always thought of her as a bit eccentric, so her harsh tone didn’t sting as much this time. “I want to see Lana…” “There’s no Lana here, and I suggest you leave before…” She trailed off as Lana
Bryan's kidnap Author pov Mother, I find the game station to be quite enjoyable. It is both vibrant and educational, and the action resembles that of the cartoons I have watched on television. Bryan quietly expressed his thoughts to his mother, Sarah, while tapping on her intricately designed short gown. She was momentarily distracted by the ice cream vendor, who was captivating the children with his enchanting display, causing them to jump with excitement. "Mother? Are you paying attention to me?" he interrupted her distracted state. "Yes, my dear, I apologize," she replied with a chuckle, gently stroking his hair while her gaze continued to be drawn to the vendor's mesmerizing performance. Bryan's excitement was palpable as he said, "The game station is really fun! Can I play a bit more? I want to try the racing game now." Sarah looked away from the ice cream vendor and smiled at him. “Sure, sweetie. You can play for a little while longer, but remember, we have to leave so
Lana pov The air conditioning was running, yet the heat and discomfort from Donovan's words lingered in my mind, making me feel more unsettled than ever. How am I supposed to find my son when Donovan keeps trying to cloud my thoughts with his ridiculous attempts at reconciliation? I couldn't shake it off. Tears filled my eyes as I glared at the door, my focus sharpening as my thoughts split apart like settling dust. I straightened up and forced myself to concentrate on the papers strewn across my desk. The shrill ring of the landline broke the tense silence, sending my heart racing. I let out a frustrated hiss. With urgency, I picked up the phone, feeling a mix of emotions. I pressed the receiver button, waiting for the caller to speak. "Good morning, ma'am," a soft voice greeted me from the other end. "Ma'am, Mrs. Sarah Donovan is here to see you. I told her you were busy, but she insisted on coming in." A smile crept onto my face as I grabbed a towel to wipe away the stress et