AdaI wake up to a loud bang and my eyes fly open before I quickly screw them shut to shield them from the glare of the sun. It’s morning. I slept through the night. Well, not necessarily through the night. I think I fell asleep at around three in the morning, maybe four. I’m only guessing here. I can’t be sure. My eyes feel gritty and swollen from all the crying I did yesterday. They’re also burning from the lack of sleep. “Sorry,” Damson says. He’s standing near the door, holding a white plastic bag filled with all kinds of things. Groceries. “I didn’t mean to wake you. The stupid door wouldn’t open. It was stuck or something.”I keep my lips sealed. Does this psychopath really expect me to join in on the conversation casually like nothing happened? Like he didn’t kidnap me and tie me to a bed?I’m scared. Genuinely, I’m scared. I watch as Damson sets the plastic bag on the edge of the bed. Then, he looks up at me and flashes me a small smile. The longer I watch him, the more I
AdaAfter stepping out of the bathroom, I find him waiting right outside for me, as promised. "All done?" he asks, smiling in an uncanny way because the smile doesn't reach his eyes. They stare back at me in a dead manner. Flatly. "Please don't tie me back up," I plead. I can endure anything if I'm not on that smelly bed with my arms stretched above my head. It's torture. "I'll behave. You don't have to do it.""I can't trust you, Ada.""Why not?""You don't want to be here," he shrugs. "I can't go through the trouble of losing you and risking you running away when we've come so far."I can tell that even begging isn't going to change his mind so I don't say anything else. I don't humiliate myself further. We get to the room. A mix of anger and resentment along with an aching despair hits me from out of nowhere, and I realize that this could be the end for me. He has no right to do this to me. No right at all. I clench my jaw hard, fighting to stay calm and not make the dumbest d
Maximilian Worry is tugging at my heart and I’m relieved when we land and I have a chance to go to her place and find out exactly what’s going on. Ada hasn’t been answering my calls at all. For two days, I’ve been wondering what on earth is going on with no way of attaining answers. This has never happened before. She’s always answered my texts and calls. It doesn’t cross my mind that she’s mad at me, though. I have this feeling like something is wrong. Maybe she’s sick and I think it’s been this way since the day I left because she never called me back or answered my text and I found that strange. Dammit, I should’ve come sooner. I could’ve abandoned the meeting to come check on her. The problem is that I kept waiting for her to get to me at her own pace. Now I’m worried. I don’t even stop at my place; I head straight to her mother’s house, deciding that I can’t wait another minute longer to see her and find out what’s been keeping her from answering my calls. The drive there
MaximilianI stride toward his car, not liking this at all. I’ve always had mixed feelings toward Grayson—he’s someone I simply don’t understand. I don’t know what motivates him. What his intentions are as he approaches something. He’s the kind of person that plays the part of enemy and foe well. Always has. Even when we were kids, he had this say about him that made us argue and fight. Then, as we got older, everything became a competition to him. I can guess at why he spied on my father to find out about his affair with my late wife. Competitiveness. But him being here makes no sense to me and I’ve also been thinking a lot about why he asked Ada to give me the pictures when he could’ve done it himself. Why her? Why would he have all people try to bring us back together? I reach his car, open the passenger door, and slide into the seat. My brows are pinched together and my eyes are on his face as I ask, “What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?”“We don’t have much
AdaSure enough, Damson shows up once the sky darkens, and he’s in a bad mood. I watch as he moves around the room, doing this and that. I’m not paying attention to any of it. My period is late—by a few days, yes, but it’s still concerning because this never happens. And now, I’m imagining the worst. In another situation, I wouldn’t think this way, but now that I’m locked up and my future is no uncertain, I’m horrified by all the possibilities and all the things Damson could do to hurt me. I can’t be pregnant. Max told me about the vasectomy, which is why we never once used protection and I don’t take contraceptives. Naturally, if I were pregnant, it would be a rare case—but he had his procedure done when he was eighteen. That was a long time ago. Screwing my eyes shut, I force myself to stop. I’m being highly anxious—my period’s probably late because of the high stress I’m being put through. I shouldn’t be ridiculous. When I reopen my eyes, Damson is staring directly at me. “
Maximilian "We lost him," Grayson groans. "Dammit!"He slams his hands on the steering wheel and I stare out the window, unsure of how to process this. We were tailing him one minute, but then we stopped at a red light while he continued on."Dammit," Grayson curses again. Then, I feel his eyes on me before he says, "Don't worry. We're going to find him. Tomorrow is another day."Tomorrow. I have to admit that when he approached me with this and asked me to come with him to track this man who might have Ada captive, hope swelled in my chest and I haven't been able to shake it off since. But now that we've lost him, the hole in my chest just grows bigger. I pinch the bridge of my nose as another string of curses leaves Grayson's lips. "What now?""Now we come back tomorrow," he claims. "Fuck, I can't believe we missed him." We were a few cars behind, so when the light turned red and the car in front of us stopped, there was nothing to be done. "I'm sure he has Ada. In fact, he coul
MaximilianIt takes getting home and seeing all the mourning faces for my reality to kick in. Rebecca only called the people closest to us. I spot Mrs. Danes in the corner, talking to an old acquaintance of my father’s, and when she turns her head to meet my gaze, she excuses herself and hurries to my side. “Max,” she says, moving to my side. “Rebecca told me what happened. Was she found? Is she alright?”“We haven’t found a thing,” I reply before sighing and pinching the bridge of my nose. “There’s no trace of her. I don’t even know if Grayson is being serious or if he’s gone mad.”Mrs. Danes keeps on looking at me as I try to compose myself. Speaking to these people is something I have to do—regardless of how I felt about my father. Nobody else knows that shameful story and I want to keep it that way. This is it. One last thing I’ll give my lying, cheating father. “I’ll head upstairs to change and be back shortly. Then we can talk about this.”It takes about four hours before pe
AdaFor a whole day, Damson doesn't show up. This is the day that also confirms my suspicions. My period still hasn't started. I know this is strange—this has never happened before. I'm convinced that something is amiss. Hell, I'm even convinced I'm pregnant. I don't know what is happening to me. The longer I stay in this bed, the more obsessive my thoughts become. It's a never-ending cycle and the longer he stays away, the worse it becomes. Where is he?I have to go to the bathroom. I'm stressed. Hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Hurting. I didn't think that I'd want to see him but taking into account the circumstances, I really need him to get here quickly. The day is uncommonly long. Waiting has that effect. This feels like the longest day in the world for me and the sky is still light. I feel like if I wait any longer I’m going to explode. Plus, I really need to go to the bathroom. Even after the sky darkens, he doesn’t show up right away, and I’m straining my ears to hear the sound
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