"You'll suffer from snatching my boyfriend. You're a snake," Lara hissed and growled in Angela's ears. Angela turned into an ice cube as she welcomed all of Lara's profanities. She'd never been embarrassed or humiliated in public before. As a certified nurse, she earned the respect of those who believe nurses are unsung heroes, but not Lara. And some customers had their ears and eyes on them. "You're such a vile bitch," Lara exclaimed, wanting to crush Angela's pride and demanding a fight. "It's over, Lara!" Leonardo slammed his fist on the table. "You and I are done! Guard, take this woman away from me! " Two guards grabbed Lara's elbow and led him out of the restaurant. Lara was screaming and cursing as the guards tried to calm her down. Leonardo and Angela were in the car driving quietly a moment later. They were still stunned by Lara's sudden appearance and murderous rage. Angela was feeling bad about what she had done to Lara. She also sinned by having sex with Leonardo. "Wa
Angela's steps were quick as she descended the orchard's stairs. She had to check to see if it was Esmeralda's ghost she was seeing from the pink room. Despite her confusion and exhaustion, she was eager to learn if what she witnessed was real. She hadn't seen the lady in white in the orchards in a long time, but she'd returned now. Why? "Where are you?"Angela yelled. "I took notice of you. And I don't think you're a ghost. Show yourself to me! " She continued to walk under the darkened trees. Some of the lamppost bulbs were blinking on and off, while others were not working. She slowed her steps as she reached the darkest part of the orchard. “You can’t scare me.” Suddenly she heard a noise from behind and a shadow of a man ran towards her and throw something at her. A stinging pain penetrated her jaw down to her neck that made her scream in pain. And then another shadow came in and hit the head of her attacker and they both fell. Angela’s vision got blurred and the last thing she
It's been four months since the attack. Angela was still shaken by what had happened to her. Her scar was visible from her chin to her shoulder. Leonardo had been preoccupied with his doctor's appointment for the past few days. Because of Angela's medical condition, Leonardo's mother accompanied him the majority of the time. Angela spent the afternoon at the orchard, thinking about what had happened to her. Lara Chavez was still missing, and her relatives had been confronted by cops for about two months. Angela was questioned about her interactions with Lara Chavez, and the investigation was a roller coaster ride for Angela. As the garden was abandoned, the bushes grew taller. They were looking for a new gardener. Many people applied, but Mrs. Vera was very picky about who she hired. Angela returned to the spot where she had been attacked and recalled what had happened that night. But it only caused her confusion, which was followed by Lara's disappearance. Leonardo concluded that L
The basket of flowers was meticulously arranged in the basket. The flowers glow brightly even in the post's dim light. And Andrew gave Angela the basket as a gift. Angela accepted the basket with a smile, mesmerized by Andrew's polite, silent demeanor. He walked slowly and limped slightly. Something was wrong with his left leg. "When I was a kid, I fell out of a tree, and this is what happened: My left leg has shrunk slightly." Angela praised his candor, saying, "That was bad then because it happened when you were a kid." "At first, I cursed the day I fell, but I eventually learned to accept the outcome of the accident. Only it kept me from becoming a cop," Andrew reflected. He was a little shy and kept his distance from his bosses, preferring to stay in the back of the house most of the time. Angela appreciated his shy silence. Since that night, Andrew had been leaving a bouquet at the pink room's foot door. And it made Angela feel more at ease with him. But now and then, she'd be
Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her. She had just heard a tiny voice ask for something. It was the response to her last scream for assistance. Then she hears footsteps, a coming step, but it fades. Was she having a hallucination? She raises her arms and stands, her hands resting on the wall. She can hear her breathing. She has no idea how many days or nights she has spent in this dimly lit room. This is not a room. It's more like a hole with a rough stone wall surrounding it. Or perhaps she's i
Angela was frustrated after looking around the room. Mrs. Vera was telling the truth. There was not even a white cloth in the basement. Leonardo was standing on the last step of the stairs down to the basement ground. He was paying close attention to his surroundings. "Perhaps we should go back upstairs," Leonardo suggested, "you’ve said there was no lady in white around here. Perhaps what you saw was a whitened section of the wall that formed a white image in the dark. A reflection from the light above the stairs, which had bounced on the wall below. " "Wait," Angela said, still inspecting the basement from corner to corner and from one book to the next. She's looking for the book that may have fallen on her head and caused her to pass out hours ago. But nothing matched the type of book she was looking for. All of the books were light and couldn't even kill the smallest rat. "It wasn't a book," she concluded. "What?" Leonardo responded. "It wasn't a book that hit me on the head,"
Mrs. Vera's door was opened by Andrew. Mrs. Vera was trembling in the corner of the room. She was terrified of ghosts, just like a child. Angela dashed up to her and led her to her bed. "Mrs. Vera, what happened?" "Someone was in my room. She was standing next to the cupboard." Her hands shook violently. "Calm down, we're here now," Angela said to her. "Take a deep breath," Angela instructed Andrew, who quickly went to get a glass of water. "Who did you see?" Angela asked Mrs. Vera. "The... the lady in a wedding gown," Mrs. Vera continued to shake. She looked at Angela as if she was about to burst with terror. She clapped right in Angela's face. "She was there. I think she was looking at me through her veil. She also held something sharp in her hand. I screamed and covered my face and closed my eyes, and when I opened them, she was gone," she said after a brief pause. "Perhaps she was well aware that I was out on the lawn with Andrew," Angela said. And a cold sensation crawled dow
"The wait is over," Leonardo's doctor announced. "I'll return this afternoon, Leonardo. It's time to remove those bandages from your eyes. " Leonardo kept replaying the doctor's statements in his head. The wait is finally over. And, whether he could see it or not, he had to accept the outcome of the operation. And he was thinking about how to tell Angela. Is she required to be present when the bandage is removed? Leonardo sat in the middle of his bed, listening to the sounds around him. The hospital cleaner had recently replaced the linen with a new white linen cover. The nurse arrived to administer his medication. "How are you doing, Mr. Vera?" The nurse's sweet voice was soothing, but Leonardo wished he could hear Angela's voice. "What time is it?" Leonardo inquired. "It's nearly noon," the nurse said. After Leonardo had taken his medicine, the nurse exited the room. Leonardo's joy at finally seeing Angela was palpable. He couldn't remember how many days he'd spent in the hospit