Miron’s storyAs I entered the warehouse everything was so quiet, a feeling of emptiness filled my heart. I was expecting to see her here, even though tied up, sad and tired but still here. I would have liked to rescue her, hold her in my arms, and assure her that everything is going to be ok. - Don't be disappointed Miron, we will find her. The good news is that she was here. See those bottles? That was water. So we are on the right path.- You are right Jack, it is just that I had this hope that this ordeal was finally over.- I get it. Don't worry I will do whatever stays in my power to bring her back to you. I knew Jack meant it and I have full trust in him but that doesn’t mean I am not worried. Rita could be hurt or worse she may not be alive anymore. I don’t want to sound too dramatic but she is with two crazy women out there and God knows what they will do to her. I can only pray that nothing horrible may happen until I find her. And I have to do it in time. I got used t
Miron's storyToday another riddle came on my phone. Jack hasn't been able to track them down again as Sarah never called. I guess she kind of figured this out as she decided to move Rita to another place. All this is making me crazy, not knowing what is going on, what if Rita can take this any further.Corrine, Sam, and Peter are also here. I needed Corrine to help me uncover the answer to the riddle. This time it is a little bit hard because it involves things from her past, things I cannot know. So I need Corrine's philological mind to help me. I trust her to read between the
Miron's story Receiving the last riddle was like a test to me. It was something I didn't know about my Rita but I am willing to find out. Paul promised to help with some intel about the situation. From my point of view, this is going to be very complicated. It seemed like we were starting from the very beginning. But I was counting on Paul's relations. This has to end well. We were waiting for everything to get started. I felt like this was the end of all and finally, Rita will come back to me, will come home. It was a long shot but I trusted Paul. Only half an hour had passed and I received the call I was waiting for my entire life.- Miron, good news my son. I spoke with one of my retired friends and he is willing to help. He knows pretty well one of the best agents of the Agency. I cannot tell you his name but he will definitely help.- No problem with names, I just want Rita back.- I agree. Now listen, this person will dig up some info,
Miron’s storyAll six of us remained petrified in front of the grave. We knew Pamela died in that car accident the night I met Rita, but we had no clue what so ever about her mother’s faith. Her name was Lucy and I see she had fifty-six years old when she passed away. I wonder what happened to her. What was her story?
Miron’s storyTaking the decision to go to Rita’s aunt's house was quite inspired; if there is someone that can guide us and tell us the whole story that might be Darla herself. We had to ask a few villagers about her so we had an answer and a house on Arlington Row.
Miron’s storyAs I was preparing to read her the riddle I sensed a hesitation, most normal, but it was really sad to make eye contact with Darla and see the pain behind that blue gaze. The hesitation was on my part as well.
Rita’s storyAs time went on, I was feeling weaker by the hour. These two freaking women are feeding me once in a while. Water is more frequent which makes me think they want to keep me alive…still. I haven’t heard from Miron for a few days now. As I understood from Sarah, she gave him another riddle this time much difficult because it is related to my past. Unfortunately I myself don’t know the answer as I have lost my memory and not recovered it yet. I wonder what could have been so deep that put Miron on the road. Sarah also told me that he has three days to figure all out and for that he had to travel. She didn’t mention where though. I was completely numb by the cold weather and by the fact that I was starving. Last night I was given a small slice of bread. Sometimes I cry just to think that this could mean my ending. I believe she is able to complete all of her threats. I am not afraid of her, it is just I did not get the chance to say goodbye to Miron properly. I feel like I d
Rita’s storyA month ago if somebody told me I was going to be kidnapped and held against my will I would have said they were kidding or that they were crazy. I have heard about missing people on TV or radio but never, not in a million years I would have thought this might happen to me. But it did. And it is so painful to be far away from the people you love, to be parted from your life and your routine. All I am doing right now is a fight for my life, trying to stay alive. And I know, I can feel it Miron is helping too. Otherwise, I would have been long dead by now.I breathed a sigh of relief, however, that I was left alone for a few hours, just me and my thoughts. I needed to be on my own although something tells me that this story is not over, not by far. I was taken with a reason, and if it wasn’t for killing me, then what would have been?There was a lot of information to digest, about my mother and my whole life. I know I have many gaps in my memory, things as I can see very ser