AdaSeveral Months Later My belly is huge and I can barely walk around these days without feeling like a balloon that’s about to take off into the air and disappear. Max is being incredibly supportive. He’s been by my side this entire time and helps me with even the smallest things. In two weeks I’ll be giving birth to our baby girl. I’m beyond excited and so is he. What excites me more about this birth is that Theo is going to be here for it. He said he doesn’t want to miss this for the world. We’ve been talking almost every day since the day we found each other again and it’s been amazing having my brother back in my life. I didn’t realize how much I missed him until I started talking to him and hearing the sound of his voice. Either way I can say my life is way better than it used to be. It makes a lot more sense now that I’m surrounded by the people I love. Rebecca moved out many months ago but she’s also been a stay figure in my life. I can call her anytime I need advice
MaximilianJesus, Mary, and Joseph. How am I supposed to tell Ada the shit I heard from the detective this morning? It’ll crush her and the last thing in the world I want is to do that when she already went through such a tough time this year. The doctor told me personally that her pregnancy was high risk and so she needed to rest plenty and not have things that would stress her out. For months, I’ve been trying to make sure everything runs smoothly because I won’t be able to bear the thought of anything happening to her. No, the last time when she was abducted by that psychotic lunatic, my heart shattered and I felt useless. If Grayson hadn’t stepped in, maybe she would’ve never been found. I was grateful that he was involved but the truth is that as a man, I felt like it was my duty to protect her and so I made a promise to myself that I would always try my hardest to make sure she’s protected from everything. Even herself. And Ada is a damn stubborn soul. She refuses to list
Ada"I think it's hypocritical that you're asking me to tell you what's wrong when you won't tell me about your problems either," she mentions. "I think it's a pretty shitty ideal, Max."He rubs his eyes and I can see how exhausted he is. Throughout dinner, he was distracted and looked like he was keeping something from me. I know Max well. Whenever he has something on his mind, he can't seem to focus on anything else. It's been close to a year since I've known him and he's always been like this. "Listen, it's nothing serious. I told you."I search his eyes. He's speaking with so much exhaustion that I don't know if he's telling the truth or not. I'm not even sure of what I saw written across his face anymore. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Then again, he and I don’t keep secrets from each other so I’m finding his behavior alarming. "It's work stuff. I'm sorry. Like I said I didn't mean to bring those things home, okay? It just happened. I'm sorry. But I feel like something is on your
Maximilian “Max,” Rebecca says to me once I confide in her about the matter of Damson Port having escaped the institution he was in. “You can’t do that. You have to tell her.”“How will I tell her when I know how much it’ll stress her out?” I demand. “She was telling me just the other day that she was so glad those people were out of our lives! Come on, Rebecca. You know I can’t stress her out like this.”“I know what the doctor said but don’t you think it’ll be worse if she finds out from someone else?”“Who would tell her?” I ask while looking around. “You’re the only other person I’ve told about this. Besides, the guy lost his mind. Who’s to say that he’s looking for us? Maybe he’s just walking around the streets aimlessly and will be found soon.”My sister narrows her eyes at me. “You’re a stubborn shit, you know that? If you’re so sure he’s not a threat then why are you worried to begin with?”She got me there. I don’t have an answer for her question. I run a hand down my face a
Ada “Really? He bought the story!?”“He did,” Rebecca laughs. “You had to see his face! He looking confused that it made me feel bad for lying to him about the invitation.”I laugh heartily at this before I pause and twirl the ends of my hair around my finger. It’s gotten significantly longer since the pregnancy. “Yeah, something serious must have been on his mind because he didn’t seem to be paying attention to anything.”Rebecca falls silent. She doesn’t really like talking about Max whenever I complain about him. And I don’t have complaints—Max is amazing—but even the smallest thing will render her silent. “Oh well. We’ll have fun tonight and he’s coming. You’ll get out of the house for a bit. It’s a win for everyone right?”“Thank you for helping me with this.”“You’re welcome!” she exclaims. “It’ll be great. Wear a pretty dress, do your hair, and we’ll have an amazing time. Okay?”“Okay.”We end the call and I head upstairs. Rebecca bought a few maternity dresses for me and I t
Ada When we arrive at Rebecca’s massive home, my mouth falls open. This is my first time here and I always guessed that she lived in a stylish home but this is beyond anything I could have imagined. The architecture’s completely modern blended in with a few older elements, and of course, it’s all surrounded by nature and marble fountains. It’s magnificent. “I didn’t know her house was like this!” I exclaim as we start up the stone path to the front door. “My sister is over the top with anything she does. Haven’t you noticed? She’s had this house since she was twenty-one and she loves it.”“Twenty-one?” I say, shocked. “Yes. My father built it for her.”“This is where she lived before she moved in with you?”“Yes. With all her husbands.”When we reach the front door, Max doesn’t knock. He just pushes it open. The interior is even more breathtaking and I can’t stop looking around with my mouth agape. This is truly something else. There’s art literally everywhere. She’s clearly a
Ada I bite my bottom lip and look up at Max. He’s staring down at me hopefully and his wish is clear—he wants us to go. Things sr too awkward with his ex and he fears for me because of the nervous tension just filling the room. The air is crackling with it. I know the right decision would probably be for us to go. I didn’t like the vibe she gave off either. But at the same time, Rebecca went through so much trouble to get me here. She even lied to Max about inviting me last night when she didn’t. I don’t want to disappoint her. She didn’t mean for this to happen. Also, I don’t think that we have to ruin our plans because of her. Who is she, anyway? She’s just his ex. Why should she influence how we spend our time?That’s why I say, “We’ll stay.”Rebecca claps and the smile returns to her face. “Perfect. I really want the two of you here. I’ll be waiting for you at the dining room, okay?”As she walks away, Max turns around and fixes his eyes on me. “Baby, are you sure? We can leav
MaximilianIt’s crazy how sometimes the smallest thing in the world could snowball into something huge that’s inescapable. When I offered to leave as soon as I saw Kelly, it wasn’t because I feared anything. No, I just didn’t want Ada to feel uncomfortable because she was a woman I’d used to forget Ada and things between us ended so badly that the tension between us was palpable and just awful in general. I never could have dreamt that Kelly would show her bad and crazy side the way she did. I’ll always question why the heel I didn’t turn around quicker. Why I was so calm even when I heard the fucking screams. It’s too late for any of that, though. Because Kelly breaks the wineglass against the table and then rushes toward Ada. And in slow motion, I watch as she throws her arm in the air, the shard of glass in her hand, and stands Ada’s belly with it. A word leaves my lips. I think I say no. I’m not sure. I throw a punch at Kelly’s face and she falls backward, and then I turn my
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