Regina woke up early that morning, excited about her surprise. Nobody knew she was baking a cake yet, and she wanted to surprise the family for Sunday lunch. Looking at the clock, she calculated there were at least four to five hours before she needed to leave, so she began cleaning. It had been a while since she’d been back, and she remembered the state of alarm when they left the place last time. Regina had bravely taken her stuff back from Owen’s place a few days after their breakup and had luggage in the other guest rooms waiting to be emptied. She still had Mrs. Carlyle’s suitcase, so she started with that. She dumped every dress on the floor and began feeling sad. ‘I know it’s only been a week since the party, but I feel like it’s been forever. Oh Owen, where are you? I hope you can forgive me.’ Before sorrow took over her whole day, she tackled every clothing and accessory as if she went on a shopping spree and it was time to put away her purchases. She re-arranged her clos

As Regina closed her eyes, she wondered why her heart couldn’t have chosen Jason over Owen when Jason expressed his intent way before Owen even acknowledged how he felt. Jason had that easygoing manner that made everyone around him comfortable. He opened the doors, pulled out her chair at the restaurant, gave her flowers, and made her laugh. He was the ideal man for any woman. Jason also had the qualities she looked for in a man. He had a thriving business. He was responsible, and even though she knew nothing about his family, he seemed like he came from a happy household. So Regina questioned why was she so hell-bent on being with Owen. Regina looked over at Jason while he drove and thought maybe it was time to give him a chance. If Owen did not want her, then why should she deny herself some happiness? Especially when it was presenting itself right in front of her in the form of a handsome man. People always said things happened for a reason, which made her think maybe she was

Every other Wednesday, Marius had to be at the hospital to make rounds so he could tend to the patients who needed physical therapy. This usually got him exhausted because of the amount of patients he had to see and the twelve hours he needed to be there. Marius was on his lunch break and was taking the list of patients he needed to see after his break when he heard nurses at the station gossiping. “Hey, did you see that patient in room three?” A nurse with long blonde hair asked a nurse with purple curly hair. They were interns who arrived around the same time he got assigned to be with Mrs. Bennet, so he never remembered their names as their shifts were never at the same time. “Which one? The John Doe with the awesome abs?” Marius was intrigued. He had not been in when they admitted the patient, but he heard that no family had come forward to claim him. “Yeah, that one.” Long hair replied with a satisfied smile. “It’s my turn to give him a sponge bath today, and I will make sure

“Who changed the locks on the door? Even the keyless entry is different.” Richie was getting impatient as he called the lobby from his phone. “Jeffrey, we can’t get into our own place. What is happening here?” “I’ll be right up, sir.” “Try your birthday—” “Or mom’s—” “We did that—” The three brothers were arguing about the codes when Jeffrey arrived. “I’m sorry, sir. Mister Bennet asked that the locks be changed when he found something suspicious inside the house that did not belong to him or Miss Regina. His brother was here with the security people in an instant, installing these new things.” “Why were we not informed? This is still my place. Or did you forget that?” Richie glared at the old man. “Miss Regina said she did not want to alarm anybody because Mister Bennet was just overreacting.” “Overreacting? She’s missing Jeffrey, and Owen’s lying in the hospital. I don’t think he was overreacting.” Raffy yelled at the poor doorman. “How do we get in? Did she give you a spar

“We couldn’t find any pictures of the best friend, Jacob Shipman, on any surveillance cameras, on and off the streets, because he altered his face to look like Arthur so he could use his identity.”“He did what?” Myles asked before Owen could say another word.“Her brothers are here,” Clara reported. “Save the story so you can tell everybody at the same time.”“Yeah. I still have to put everything together,“ Jeremy answered, oblivious to the people buzzing around him, amazed at his talent. “We found you, motherfucker!” He yelled at the screen. He was passionate about his work. And finding the bad guys always gave him the satisfaction that he could locate them when no one else could.“Okay folks, settle down.” Clara gestured as Regina’s brothers arrived. “We’re moving to the meeting room to accommodate everyone. Jere, we’ll wait for you there.”“I’m sending the files now,” Jeremy answered.“What you see on the screen is a picture of Jacob Shipman, 29, Arthur Johnson’s best friend and l