BLAKEIt tugged at my skin and whipped at my clothes like an impatient child, the wind. All that valley, lying in a long stretch of blue mountains and green ground below me. It would take just one step and I’d be gone.I edged my toes closer to the edge of the cliff, letting some tiny pebbles drop down. They disappeared long before they hit bottom. Made me wonder if I was the one who dropped like that, would I hear the sound of my own body hurting the ground or would my consciousness have faded out before then?The human body reaches terminal velocity at around 120 miles per hour. A strangely comforting thought. At least there’s a limit to how fast you can fall. I imagined the initial stomach-drop sensation, like a roller coaster but with no track and safety bar. The wind screaming past my ears; the ground rushing up.I took another step closer to the edge and almost immediately felt a touch on my shoulder from behind.I could feel my heart screaming in my chest as I turned around. I
AVAThe coldness of the metal chair I sat on seeped into my back, and it made me more aware of myself than I planned to be. The farther the seconds were stretching, the tighter my lungs became.“Breathe,” I told myself, exhaling once and sitting up straighter.I'd rehearsed this moment for hours; what I'd say, how I’d remain calm, and how I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. It was the least I could do for myself at the moment.One would think I was getting ready for my first ever interview, but all this anxiety was for seeing my parents’ murderer….eye to eye since the first time since I found out what he was.Charles was caught yesterday by the Coast Guard. They intercepted his yacht before it reached international waters. There is evidence against him aside from the recording from the recording Blake sent me, financial records tying him to the hitman who killed my parents, and the toxicology reports from Isabella’s bloodwork. It was enough to hold and char
Hope is FickleAVAAfter putting on a robe and wrapping my hair in Ariel I headed straight for the kitchen. I haven’t had a proper meal in the past couple of days — not that it looked like I would be getting any today as well. The goal was to find something to quench my hunger and distract me from thinking even if it was for a few minutes.The screen of my phone lit up on the counter at the exact moment I was walking out of the pantry with a jar of biscuits.**Dropped by Isabella's**“How’s she?” I asked.**The same. Where are you? You were at the hospital to see Blake right?**“Yeah, he’s in pretty bad shape and the docs still don’t know for sure if he’ll make it.”I stared at the dancing bubble that showed he was typing. Alexander had to deal with Isabella, I had to deal with the situation with Charles and Blake. There was so much bad energy hanging around us, I could confidently say we’ve not had a nice time together throughout the whole ordeal. We still don’t and it was scary to t
The doctor's face wasn’t giving anything away, and he had the kind of practiced blankness that would make you want to shake an answer out of him.“We've stabilized him for now. But I won't sugarcoat this—he's in terrible condition,” he told us flatly.“Is he going to make it?” I asked.The doctor’s eyes shifted away for a second. Bad sign.“That’s hard to say at the moment. The bullet severely damaged his lung and he lost a dangerous amount of blood before they found him. And being left untreated for two days…”“But he survived the surgery,” I pushed.“He did.” The doctor sighed. “The next twelve hours will tell us more. If he makes it through the night, his chances will definitely improve.”If. How much a small word could carry the weight of someone’s life.After the doctor left us standing there, Jason and I stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds, my heart still banging behind my clothes. Our conversation probably ended along the lines of me returning to check on hi
AVAIt had been three days of unanswered calls and texts left unread from Blake. It seemed as if Blake vanished from earth.I drummed my fingers against my desk, staring at the email I just sent to Blake's assistant, who replied me that she had resigned from the office already. But from the other information I could gather he had not been in the office since Tuesday. That was the day before we found his face in the footage. Today was Friday.I got up from my desk and paced to the window.We tried his penthouse apartment first, but the doorman confirmed he hadn’t seen Blake days before. We checked up with his friends as well, and there was nothing.I had even contacted Claire, who confirmed she was in touch with Blake for some weeks after they met at the station but then she cut off communication some days earlier because an issue came up. I went to Instagram to refresh Blake’s account showed no activity since Monday. The last post he made was a photo of the city skyline at sunset. I s
AVA“We’ve officially opened an investigation based on the evidence you provided, but I want to manage your expectations, although the recording is not conclusive from a legal perspective.”I stopped sipping my coffee. “What does that mean? You can hear them planning to kill my parents. How is that not enough?”The lawyer sighed. “We reviewed the audio file. Without any clear identification of who the speakers are or some kind of verification of the authenticity of the file, it's problematic evidence. As we both know, technology can be easily manipulated or fabricated.”“So Charles just gets away with it? Again?”“I didn’t say that," he replied firmly. “We’re pursuing multiple angles. Had this been a video recording with the original file metadata intact, we’d be in a stronger position. But we would be looking into other options like the financial records, statements, and the connection to Mrs Montgomery’s poisoning.”“What about Charles himself? Have you brought him in for questionin