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
Caroline pov Lana could have excelled as a detective if her emotions didn't hold her back. I doubted I could transform her into a tough, unfeeling person; she always seemed like a sorrowful puppy, lamenting those who had wronged her. “Lana, what exactly did you want me to do about Sarah? Did you want me to kill her?” I asked calmly, almost teasingly, but she took it to heart. Her voice rang out from the bathroom. “Caroline! There’s plenty of room in prison for you alone because I won’t be going there with you.” Her shrill soprano sent chills down my spine, and I hugged her pillow tightly, trying to shield myself from causing more trouble. “I was just joking, Lana; I didn’t mean it,” I said gruffly, muffling my voice with the pillow, feeling embarrassed to even acknowledge her nonsense. I knew she wouldn’t trust me again after what I had done. I gradually rose from the bed, still clutching my pillow, and headed to the bathroom. Lana stood at the sink, her eyes filled with a mix o
Lana pov. Jenkin has been missing for days, and he hasn't provided any updates on his search for my son. Caroline tried calling him from a different number, but there was still no response. I have no idea if he’s even alive. I sighed deeply, my heart pounding with anxiety. "What did you say the guy's name was again?" Caroline asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tapped away on her screen, which was starting to act up. "I don't know which guy you're referring to, Caroline. You've asked about so many; which one do you mean?" She looked up at me, and I noticed her gaze. I feigned interest in some files on my shelf to avoid getting frustrated with her. "Lana, are you serious? I'm talking about the guy who's helping you find your missing child.” "Oh, Jenkin," I said, trying to keep my cool. "I’m starting to think he’s pulled a Houdini on me, Caroline. It’s like he just poofed into thin air." Caroline’s eyes went wide with worry. "That’s not great. We need to ge
Lana pov When we arrived at the cafe, we snagged the last available seat, but I felt frustrated that we always ended up in this position during our visits. I frowned as we settled in near my favorite flower verse, which was the only thing that managed to lift my spirits, even if it made me smile. I couldn't help but notice Caroline, who had been grinning at her phone since we walked in. I inquired, perplexed, "What is so amusing that you cannot take your eyes off your phone?" She did not respond, continuing to laugh at her amusement rather than at anything I had said. Her demeanor made me increasingly uncomfortable, prompting me to shift in my seat three times. A sense of jealousy washed over me as I realized she was engrossed in a conversation with someone else. "Caroline?" I called out in a calm tone. She merely shrugged and nodded slightly, avoiding eye contact. "What is it, Lana? You have been calling my name. Please place your order, and I will place mine, as it seems you no
Lana pov As I got closer to the woman, she had already purchased her package and was about to leave when I quickly called out to her. "Excuse me, miss. Good evening," I said in a calm tone, flashing a wide smile. She furrowed her brows and took a small step back. "Hello..." "It's me, Lana, the woman who brought her baby to Bianca's orphanage. Don't you remember? It's me!" I repeated, trying to help her recognize me, but she looked confused by my words. Why was she so taken aback by my description? "Ma'am, I don't understand you, and I can't recall you, Lana. I did work at the orphanage as a cleaner, but so many people come through that I can't remember them all." Tears began to flow down my face as I stood there in silence. "Madan, do you really not recognize her? This is Lana," Caroline said gently, giving my shoulder a reassuring pat. The woman shook her head. "No, I don't know her." "Then where is my child?" I shouted, my voice reverberating around us. The woman's f
Lana pov As I entered my office, I bumped into someone, and the impact sent a jolt of pain through my shoulder. I hunched over, rubbing the spot where the pain radiated. "Ah!" I groaned. Who could have hit me so hard? The force wasn't anything gentle. When I looked up, I saw it was Donovan. I took a step back, my anger flaring. What was that all about? I approached him and tapped his shoulder. "Did you have weights on your shoulders? That was just a simple bump, and I’m…," but he cut me off. "I'm sorry, Lana, it was an accident," he said, his voice sincere and his eyes downcast. I didn’t care about his apologies; I wasn’t going to let it slide. "You… ouch!" I winced again. "Sorry…" "If you touch me again, I swear I’ll use my pen to send you to your grave, you idiot! How could you be so careless?" I growled, but he kept his eyes on the floor. Memories flooded back of how I had pleaded for his forgiveness, only for him to throw divorce papers at me. What a disrespectf