Ada The thing about being a maid—or better yet, someone who’s seen as below their employers—is that it doesn’t matter that you went through something traumatic and you’re not feeling well. You have to stay and work. I’ve been vomiting inside my mouth the whole day and now, Maximilian Loxley wants to know if I need anything. Haha. Words can’t describe how angry his request made me when all I needed was a chance to go home. To lie down and purge that man out of my system. I won’t have a chance to do that. The good thing is that the other employees aren’t aware of what happened. At least, I didn’t have the impression that they were aware. I don’t know if I’d stand them looking at me like they’re sorry for me. Not a chance in hell. I’m having a hard time dealing with my thoughts as it is. I can’t take off that scene from my mind. How close he was. How his skin felt against mine. How I shuddered when he pressed his body flush against mine. That’s just not something I’ll get over a
Ada The moment I crack an eye open, I’m practically blinded by the sun. I’m surprised to see that I’m sleeping on the couch, right in the living room. I didn’t even make it to the bed last night. I sit up, groaning and massaging the back of my neck. It’s sore. Then again, I’ve been very tense. I’m right on time. I search for my phone and switch off my alarm before it rings. I hate it when it does. Then, I put some coffee to brew and head into the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead. To be honest, this lifestyle is killing me. I’m not used to working this hard. It was easier earlier on when I had so much hope and fresh expectations, but now that I know that things aren’t as easy as they seem, I’m having a harder time waking up in the morning. I feel disillusioned by everything that’s going on. It seems whatever secret the Loxley’s are hoarding is harder to find than gold. The things I’ve been experiencing under their roof don’t make this burden easier to carry, either. I find
Ada I can’t stop drumming my fingers against the desk in the office downstairs. That’s where I am, by the way. Since that woman caught me. She’s blonde and tall, and I don’t know who she is. I’ve never seen her around before; this is the very first time. She must be a close friend or even a relative because the way she entered the office with Maximilian Loxley’s name on her lips was an indicator that she has a more intimate relationship with the family. But that’s not my concern right now. It doesn’t matter who caught me. The point is that I was caught and Mrs. Danes was alerted right away. With a grave voice, she told me to wait here for a family remember to arrive and deal with the situation, and it’s been fifteen minutes in total since that happened. I’m screwed. Not unless I can lie my way out of this.But what would be the appropriate lie? What can I say that wouldn’t make me look like an absolute idiot? I have no idea. I’m scared and still shaking from being caught. What
Maximilian“You’re serious?” Kelly asks behind me. “You’re seriously going to give her the benefit of the doubt? Max, she’s crazy!”I head upstairs, though not without hesitation. The shit she told me about there being a bomb upstairs is terrifying. My father sleeps right next door to my office. I keep remembering her face and how she looked as she told me. She looked ashamed, that I’m sure of. But of what exactly?“I have to make sure whether it’s true or not, Kelly,” I tell her as I make it up the stairs. “That’s a serious allegation.”“She’s clearly lying to get away with it and you’re buying her story!” she exclaims. She’s starting to get a little loud and I don’t want this conversation to be overheard. I want this to stay between us and Mrs. Danes. “Max!”I whirl around to face her, and she stops walking. “Kelly, I understand your concern, but this is something I have to do. Thank you for your opinion, but I simply can’t take it. This is my family’s protection we’re talking a
Ada I pull away from my mother's hug. I feel a lot better after being held by her, but I have to admit that I still feel shitty about how things went down, so shitty in fact that I've decided to move to my mother's house for some time just in case someone from that family comes looking for me. I'll also let the apartment go. I don't need it anymore and it'll only cause me trouble. "I'm just glad you're safe," she claims. "Imagine if they'd called the police on you, what with that fake identity. Oh, Ada. You're going to worry me to the grave.""I'm sorry," I say honestly. "I just wanted to do things right. To make that man pay. Dad and Theo deserved that, you know?""They won't hold you accountable," she assures me. "They know you cared about them. That's all there is to it. Now, we celebrate the fact that you're home safely, and that nothing bad happened. Imagine if they'd found out who you were. I'd lose you, too. I wouldn't survive that, Ada."I feel bad for putting my mother thr
Maximilian I thought that the maid's departure would make things easier for me but for some reason, I'm more tormented than when she was actually around. I drop my pen on my desk in frustration. I want to fling it across the room so I can release some of my frustration, but at the same time, I don't want to admit that there's any frustration. Admitting that means the woman got to me, and why would I want to do that?The worst part is that I don't call her 'maid' in my mind. It's always by her first name. Naomi. Naomi. I say it in my mind so often that it's making me sick. I don't know how to make it stop. How to make it go away. I've tried and tried to no avail. She lied to me. Right to my face. She was disobedient. Disrespectful. Yet, I can't get her out of my mind no matter how hard I try. I rise, needing some fresh air. I open my window and peer at the dark night sky. The sight quiets my thoughts for a few beats. It's refreshing. But soon, the image of her is crashing into th
Ada I start to feel better after I pass the three-day mark. I’m starting to learn how to live again. It’s good to just wake up and lounge around. Sure, I should get a job. I’m an adult and don’t think it’s ideal for me to sit on my ass and do nothing, living off my mother and the money my father left us, but I feel light. It’s good to take this time off to myself. Back then, before I started working for the Loxleys, I was always thinking about them. It was almost obsessive. So, even when I had free time it felt like I didn’t. This time, it’s different. I’ve tried and I failed, and I can live with that. I’m lucky I didn’t go to jail. It’s like I’ve been given a second chance at life. My mother is so supportive, and I feel bad for having put her through hell while I was working at that place. How would I have felt like if she’d been the one who was in my position? I wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure. I’d worry all the time. But now, it’s over. I feel like my life is back on trac
Ada “Ada, are you sure about this?” my mother asks as she follows me around my room. “What if this is all a trap? You have to be reasonable?”“Mom, they couldn’t have lied about it if it’s on the news,” I remind her as I shove a shirt into my suitcase. “I was the articles online. The bomb in truly happened.”“But how if you made it up?” she asks in a shrill voice. “I don’t know,” I admit. I have no idea how such a thing could be possible. I’m pretty sure that I didn’t hear a thing. It’s a sick and twisted coincidence and one that seems to be working in my favor. What is this? Divine guidance? “I don’t have a good feeling about this, Ada,” my mother says to me. “So, you’re going back? Back to that place after you put it in your head that you were going to move on?”“Can I really discard such a chance, Mom?” I ask her. “It’s like it fell from the sky. I have a chance to make things right again. What were the chances of such a thing ever happening?”She closes her eyes as if my words
Ada Seven Years Later The sound of the water in the bathroom running makes me open my eyes suddenly.My vision is blurry at first but I blink a few times and sure enough, see Max standing in the bathroom, getting ready for work. It’s still dark out—he always leaves for work way too early. And because it’s Saturday, this makes even less sense. Normally, I don’t wake up, but for some reason, I did today. Rising from bed, I approach him carefully, making sure to announce my presence so he doesn’t get scared. He’s shaving his face and looks surprised when he sees me. “Morning, babe. What’s wrong? Did I wake you?”“No,” I mumble before taking the razor from him. I like doing his beard whenever I can. “I just figured I’d get up since I woke up.”“Hm,” is all he says. I finish shaving him, and then we both get washed for breakfast. Usually, he makes it, but this time, I decide to prepare it. We head downstairs together, and I ask him what he wants to eat. “Eggs? Bacon? Whatever you wan
MaximilianTheo managed to get out of trouble due to his close association to the government of Argentina. I don’t know what it is he does—I have a feeling it’s an important job but something off the record. He somehow managed to get the blame off his shoulders completely and got away unscathed even with police involvement. I won’t ask too many questions because that directly benefited us. Now, we can live happily, and it’s fucking sad that Theo isn’t experiencing this relief that we are right now. Though he knew about Grayson’s illness, he wasn’t expecting him to die so soon. Neither of us were. It’s honestly a terrible end to this fucked up story, and in all truth, it’s so unfair to me to celebrate when someone so close to us died. He wanted to be cremated and his ashes spread in Argentina. Theo honored this wish. I didn’t see him shed a tear once but the massive change in him is clear for everyone to see. They’ve been together for years—many years—and Grayson was his lifelong c
AdaStaring at his face makes me freeze a little bit—not enough to make me not know how to react because deep down, I expected this and even counted on it—but it’s still a shock. I haven’t seen him in years, too. The last time was at the hospital when he bumped into me. I know now that was on purpose. I didn’t recognize him then but we’d still been close. “Come with me and you won’t have to get hurt,” he claims in that unnatural voice of his. I realize that his hand is right over what I’m assuming is a gun in his pocket. “Why are you doing this?” I ask, stalling for time. We’re away from the entrance of the police station. I could scream but he’d either shoot me and get away, or get away. Either way, the police wouldn’t be able to catch him on time. I have to be smart about all this. “Aren’t you satisfied?” I continue. “You always took her from me for so long. She won’t even look at my face and refuses to call me her mother. Why don’t you just let me be happy?”“If you even think
Ada I can hardly believe that I’m walking into the prison and that in a few minutes, I’m going to be face to face with my mother. I haven’t seen her in seven years—we haven’t exchanged a single word since then. Now, we’ll have a chance to talk. Half an hour, I think. Am I ready? I’m not sure. Max stays outside. This is also part of the plan. The point is that he needs to seem distracted or on the phone so that when I step out, Damson will think that he’ll have the perfect opportunity to approach me, or maybe even capture me. And that’s where Theo and Grayson come in. But for now, I’m safe inside the station, and I’m going to be talking to my mother now. I wouldn’t be here unless it was completely necessary. I’m not looking forward to talking to her at all. An officer waves me over, gives me all the rules and instructions along with warnings, and then I’m put in a room with her. We’ll be sitting right across from each other. The door is opened for me and I step inside the gra
Ada In the morning, I can hardly believe that I’m leaving this cabin. It’s all happening so quickly and honestly, it’s so surreal. I don’t have time to say goodbye to Abby because she’s asleep but I do say bye to Rebecca and Samantha. Then, when we’re alone, I tell Rebecca what happened last night and she seems so happy that she’s practically bursting at the seams. “That’s so amazing, Ada!” she exclaims. “Oh my God. I wish I was there to see it.”Words can’t describe how it felt to hold her. I imagine mothers of newborns feel the same way when they finally hold them in their arms. That new feeling—this certainty that you would do anything for that child. That’s what I felt yesterday. Seven years after her birth. “There’ll be a lot more to come,” Rebecca assures me. “Soon there will be a time when we’ll forget all about this difficult beginning, you’ll see.”I exhale and clasp my hands together. “I hope so.”But it’s time for me to go. I sit in the backseat of the car and just h
Ada “No,” Max says. “That’s a crazy plan, Ada. Are you kidding me? Do you really think that I’m going to let you put yourself in danger like this?”I sigh, exasperated. “You told me yourself that he’s toying with you and I agree. He’s watching you and isn’t an idiot—as soon as he has the chance, he’ll kill you, and then what will we have accomplished? No, Max. This is what we’re going to do.”“But Ada—”“No buts,” I claim. “This is decided.”It’s easy for me to tell why Max doesn’t like my plan—in fact, it makes all the sense in the world, to be honest. I’ll be making myself a target so that we can better follow Damson’s moves. Everything else didn’t work. Waiting for him at both apartments was a pointless plan for so many days and in the end, he managed to plant a bomb in their car. I can’t stand by and let that happen—we have to do something to stop him while we’re all still alive. What if one of them died? How would we keep fighting, then?“I don’t want you to get ahead of yours
MaximilianI run a hand down my face in frustration. Gone again. The detective stares back at us, his expression of exhaustion mirroring ours for a second before he changes it and looks optimistic again. "Our guys are working on finding him and I'm sure we will very soon. You have nothing to worry about."Theo frowns and inches forward. "I don't think that's true, detective. You said that before and my niece was never found. I don't understand why there aren't more people after this guy. He's crazy and a danger to society. A lot of people could've been hurt today!" "I assure you that we're doing all we can," he claims, but even that is something he says to everyone, I'm sure. I've heard him a million times. I look over at Theo and he stares at me at the same time. The look written all over our faces is the same—we're wasting time here and if we don't get out of here soon, we'll waste even more time. Theo extends his hand to the detective. "Thank you for your time."We head out,
Maximilian When I woke up earlier today, I thought that it would be the same day as all the others. I was wrong. Because Damson chose to make an appearance in the most unexpected of ways and because our guard was down—courtesy of spending fruitless days looking for him—he managed to succeed. A stroke of luck saved us, because we should’ve all been dead by now. But I should start at the beginning. Grayson and Theo are taking turns watching Ada’s apartment. They slip in and out, which would make it difficult for him to watch them and know when they’re in and when they’re not. He can’t be watching us 24/7, or so we thought. It seems Damson is more sneaky than I have him credit for initially. I usually buy us breakfast. It’s hard to shop all the time and anyway, nobody has the patience to cook anything. So, I get fresh bread, butter sometimes, and cheese along with all other sorts of pastry that we can eat. I’ve learned that Grayson decided not to do chemo, which means that his da
Ada Abby has surprised us once more, and we’re beyond happy. Especially Rebecca and me, who are here all the time, waiting for every moment when we’ll be a perfect family and we’ll embrace each other as we should. But deep down, I’m no longer able to celebrate as much as I want to because I’m so afraid of what Damson has in store for us. I’m sure it’s all paranoia because he hasn’t given any sign of life—for all we know, he’s hanging by the neck in a motel room somewhere now that he knows he’s lost and that we’re after him along with the police. But I doubt that. The new Damson has proven to be someone very evil with plans and backup plans and the whole lot of it. He doesn’t have any empathy, and he’s just cruel and mean. I know that our happiness is bothering him. Just the thought of him makes him want to reveal himself so he can take one of us out. Lately, I’ve been trying to feel what he feels. As twins, one would expect us to have that kind of connection. But no. I’m just