Uriel's departure had been delayed due to Mrs Briggs' sudden 'illness.'He had wanted to leave the day after the very day he told his niece about plans of leaving for Woodpine.After all, he was now fit and fully recovered from the malaria sickness.But it was already three days and he was still at her niece's."I'm super stoked that nothing serious happened the other day," Uriel told Tracy who sat on the edge of his bed.He was referring to the day Mrs Briggs's pulse could not be felt."Imagine coming over here to aid in my healing process and in the cause of that I jeopardize the life of another. I would hate myself for the rest of my life. And that's why I'm so happy your nanny is alright now," Uriel said, feeling some form of relief.Days ago, Mrs Briggs had collapsed upon hearing that Uriel wanted to leave back for Woodpine.For a second, her pulse could not be felt but after a proper check, her pulse could be felt again.What had made her collapse? The sound of Uriel leaving? Tr
"Honestly speaking, I don't know if you are the right person to hear this past of mine because I don't quite know you well enough to dig into such an event with you," Mrs Briggs said."I worked for Tracy's Guardian, Mr Edward Parker for over twenty years and never did I ever mention what I'm about to tell you to him. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt," she added.At this point, Uriel was curious now more than ever to know more.What past was she talking about? Uriel asked in his head. Meanwhile, Tracy who claimed she had a phone call to make minutes ago, was behind the door listening to their conversation. "About some twenty years ago, I was married to a certain gentleman called Francis Briggs. He was a police officer who worked in the Purple City police force. He was my heartbeat. I loved him dearly and he also loved me," she started to narrate her past."Francis was on duty one day when there was an alert of a robbery incident at the Purple City bank. It was a heist tha
[Dear Uriel,It is with the utmost delight that I pen you this letter. I know we are no longer in the ancient days, but this was the only means I could resort to as I'm not quite savvy with all these modern technologies.But the point of this letter is to let you know that the few days you spent at our side were worth every second.And If it were up to me, you'd be sick all the time so I take care of you.You were such a delight to get acquainted with.And you recuperated so fast. I've not seen someone get back on his feet as quickly as you.The truth is, I will miss your company and all the times you made a joke that got me laughing my ribs off. As you go back to Woodpine, I want you to please take very good care of yourself and don't do whatever you did to contract that Malaria. Although I will still take care of you if you ever get malaria again, I would rather you be safe and avoid getting it at all costs.What am I driving at? You, asked?Well, I just want you to take care of
"Since when did you keep a diary?" Theophilus asked as tears rolled down his face. For all the years he's worked alongside David in the Parker house, he never saw his friend with a diary. He didn't even know David was married with kids till the painful death of his son.David was secretive to an extent, so Theophilus thought. "I have been good friends with you ever since we both started working in this house. Granted, you want to keep certain things from me, but given how we've lived like Brothers over the years, don't you think it's appropriate that you told me you had a wife and children? Must I have found out about all that through the sudden demise of your son? God rest his soul," Theophilus said."You won't understand," David said and walked to Theophilus to sit on the edge of the bed."I won't understand? What is there to understand? That you know this much and have been mute all this while?" Theophilus said, raising the diary, hinting that he was referring to the content of
Another two weeks passed.And life was not any better for David. The hurt he felt from the loss of his son still lingered. So he made a move and went to the BlueVille Sunset Beach.As he got there, the atmosphere was supercharged as people of all ages moved to and fro from one part of the beach to the other.A section of the beach had love birds who were having a good time and making the most of the beautiful breeze from the ocean.Other parts had families who had gone on a picnic. One of the families was a man and his wife and their three daughters. The man played with his daughters on the sand and one of them complained of sea sand in her hair. "Daddy. Daddy. I got sea sand in my hair,"The sound of the little girl's voice made David smile. And for a moment he wished he had had such a moment with his daughter.He felt he had missed out on being a great father to his daughter because of work. And wondered how he could make up for that.Then he turned to another side of the beach an
An hour passed.David sat at an advantageous spot at the restaurant where he would see Leonardo and Fiona when they left the guest house.Where he sat was the only spot the two could use to exit the building so David was hopeful.Already he had changed back into the disguise he had earlier before swapping places with the cleaner.A few minutes later, the two walked out of the guest room to the restaurant area. David borrowed someone's phone and used it to take pictures of the two.After they exited, he followed them to make sure they had left the beach before rushing back to the room the two occupied.He entered the bathroom and on top of a shelf in the bathroom was his phone that he set on record. And where the phone was could hardly be seen so David was hopeful that they wouldn't see it.He then rushed back to the restaurant, got the phone he used to take the photos, transferred them back to his phone and then deleted the images before handing the phone back to the owner.Thirty mi
"My feet hurt and my brain almost feels numb. I am tired, Mrs Briggs. I am just tired," Tracy said and threw herself onto the couch. She had gone job hunting once more and still, there was no luck."Two media houses, Mrs Briggs. Two. Bringing all the media houses I have visited to six in total," Tracy complained.She had kept count of all the media houses she had been to. The latest two she visited together with the previous four made it her sixth attempt without any good news."The more reason you should not fold. Listen, my child, you've been to just six places and that is fine. Others try more than six and eventually find luck," Mrs Briggs said, trying to encourage her not to give up."Who knows, maybe you'd find luck on your seventh attempt or eighth or ninth or even tenth. Look, all I'm saying is don't give up till you have some news to smile and jubilate about," Mrs Briggs added."It can be stressful. Maybe I should just forget about this and live my life. After all, I have eno
The atmosphere was filled with noise and everyone in the neighborhood wondered who would dare to disturb the peace of others in a residential area.Mr and Mrs Parker stood on the balcony, looking straight at their son's new home opposite them where the noise was coming from. Jean walked out of Fiona's house looking angry. Her eyes locked with those of her parents when she looked up."Mum. Dad. It's Fiona again. She is making all this noise," Jean said after she joined her parents on the balcony."She is throwing a party with some friends. And as If the noise is not enough, she is drinking alcohol and smoking in her condition," she added. And sounded worried about Fiona's behaviour in her state as a pregnant woman."Hello, brother Charles. It's very urgent. I can't say much over the phone, so please rush down to your house now. It's your wife. Something is happening. Come now," Jean said over the phone.She called her brother while she stood by her parents."Why do you call your broth