Standing in disbelief, I frantically rummaged through my bag, searching every pocket and crevice in a desperate attempt to find my missing ID card. The sinking feeling in my stomach deepened as I came up empty-handed, my heart pounding with anxiety."What the hell have I done?" I muttered to myself, frustration showing in my voice as I glanced back at the imposing Rob-Glow building looming in the distance. Memories flooded back as I retraced my steps, trying to pinpoint where I might have lost the crucial card.Suddenly, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. Recalling my visit to the bank before arriving at Rob-Glow, I pieced together the sequence of events in my mind. A surge of panic hit me as I connected the dots—it was highly likely that my ID card had slipped from my possession in the from the rush at the CCTV room."Holy shit..." I exclaimed, anger and dread in my voice as the gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. The implications of losing my ID card
I scanned the bustling area, a sea of faces blurring into one another, a suffocating crowd with no discernible gaps. My heart raced as I glanced over my shoulder, only to see the stern faces of the police officers meticulously checking each person.The tension in the air was now serious more than I had expected."Everything alright?" a nearby stranger asked, noticing my anxious demeanor.I managed a weak smile, "Yeah, just looking for someone." My eyes darted back to the officers, who were now closing in on my location.The instinct to flee surged within me, and as I rose to my feet, ready to bolt in what seemed like the only viable direction, but then suddenly my plan crumbled. From that very way, a new wave of uniformed police emerged, their serious looks crackling with static as they coordinated seriously, looking around with efforts.Desperation clawed at my throat. I was now so shocked, quickly trying to seek an alternative escape route, but then I was again only met with yet ano
"I think……." the first officer started to say."No, I don't think he's the one," the other officer interjected firmly. "The guy's too old to pull off that kind of job and make it down from the building. Let's not tarnish our reputation by accusing the wrong person."The second officer's gaze pierced into me, his eyes scrutinizing every detail of my appearance. He seemed to be looking for a reason to believe I was indeed the culprit, but after a long moment, he simply shook his head and turned away. The two policemen walked off, their footsteps echoing in the vast, open space of the airport.As the sound of their voices faded into the distance, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was a close call, too close. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I watched their retreating figures.I glanced around the airport, my eyes darting nervously from one uniformed officer to another. The presence of the police officers put me on edge, but I knew I had to act fast. Pulling my phone closer,
The wailing sirens fell silent as the ambulance screeched to a stop in front of the emergency entrance. The back doors burst open, revealing a flurry of medical personnel who swiftly extracted the rolling gurney where Charlotte lay motionless. The urgency got so serious; doctors and nurses coordinated with quickly to transition her from the ambulance's confines to the hospital's care gurney.I followed close on my heels, running with them as they pushed the bed forward, my heart thrumming against my ribs, a silent prayer on my lips for Charlotte to pull through, to simply open her eyes and reassure me with her gaze. The sterile hospital lights buzzed overhead, casting long, fleeting shadows as we ran along the corridors.As I attempted to keep pace, a nurse with kind yet firm eyes intercepted me. Her hand gently touched my shoulder, signaling the boundary I could not cross."Sir, you'll need to wait here," she said with a sympathetic tilt of her head. "The doctors will do everything t
A jolt of disbelief and hope surged through me as the nurse's words sliced through the tension in the waiting room. "Sir, she is awake." Her voice, tinged with a hint of joy, reached my ears, sending my heart into a frenzied dance of relief and urgency."What?" The word escaped my lips in a breathless mix of shock and elation, my entire being focused on this moment of reckoning. "Please, show me the way," I implored the nurse, a surge of energy propelling me forward as she led the way through the corridors of the hospital. My legs became so long as I walked several distances in seconds.Arriving at the designated room, anticipation coiled tightly within me as the nurse swung open the door, granting me entrance to a scene I had longed for with every fiber of my being. Charlotte lay there, her eyes open and aware, a beacon of consciousness in the sea of uncertainty that had engulfed us."Charlotte, Charlotte!" I called out her name, a fervent prayer, and a declaration of love intertwine
Peering through the airplane window, I observed the two women seated ahead of me engaged in idle chatter, oblivious to my growing anxiety. Their conversation seemed so serious, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me. As my gaze drifted beyond the cabin, the sight of police officers swarming the airport with serious looks sent a shiver down my spine. They moved with all seriousness, their eyes scanning the crowd, searching for someone they believed to be a fugitive in hiding."It looks like they're at it again," one of the women remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. "I heard they caught someone earlier, but maybe it was the wrong person?"Her companion leaned closer to the window, squinting at the scene unfolding outside. "It must be serious for them to double-check like this. I just hope it doesn't delay our flight."I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, feeling a bead of sweat trail down my temple. "Let this plane move," I whispered under my breat
I awoke with a start, feeling groggy and disoriented. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the soft glow of the monitors by my bedside. I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the heaviness that clung to my eyelids. A gnawing suspicion began to form in my mind as I remembered the insistent thrum of anxiety from the day before. "I think they slipped sleeping drugs into my IV or wqs I injected I can't really remember," I muttered to myself, rubbing at the spot where the needle had been inserted. It would explain the lost hours and the profound depth of my sleep. I had been so adamant about staying awake, fearing what might happen if I closed my eyes even for a moment.Memories of the preceding events came crashing back to me, and with them, a spike of worry for Alex. Had he managed to elude the police? There had been no word from him, and the silence was deafening.Gingerly, I reached out with a trembling hand and retrieved my phone from the small cabinet next to the h
Fear was etched into my every word as I confided in them, my voice quivering with the strain of the unknown. "I'm scared, Sonia. I can't get a hold of Alex; his phone just keeps ringing without an answer. It's like he's vanished."Sonia, her own concern mirrored in her furrowed brow, sought to understand the root of my fear. "Are you scared because of Charlotte? If Alex gets caught," she inquired, probing gently.My response was immediate, laced with defiance. "Scared of Charlotte? Never. It's the thought of prison that terrifies me, not her," I declared, the name 'Charlotte' coming out like venom.The room fell into a heavy silence until my mom, her voice tinged with the fear only a parent can know, voiced the question that loomed over us. "But what if Alex couldn't find a way to escape? And he gets caught or can't seem to leave the country?" she asked, her hands wringing together in her lap."That's exactly the problem, Mom. That's what's gnawing at me; I can't reach him," I replied