LOGINZara's POVJames disappeared after that night.The folding chair at the front of the shop was still there, gathering a thick layer of dust.Daisy told me that he had left before dawn broke on the horizon. He drove very slowly, idling at the entrance of the alley for a long time before he finally turned the corner.I kept the folding chair and placed it in the storage room.My days became peaceful again.…A month later, Daisy suddenly hollered for me when she was watching TV. "Look, Jane. Isn't that the man who kept crouching in front of your door?"James was surrounded by a throng of reporters as he stood in front of the courthouse on the screen. His suit hung loosely on his thin frame, but his eyes were bright and clear.The news headline stated that James had personally filed a lawsuit against his wife, Melanie, on suspicion of inciting sexual assault and intentional battery.The scene switched to the interior of the courthouse. Melanie was sitting in the defendant's seat.
Zara's POVJames hung around the small town and refused to leave. He ended up buying Daisy's shop.Daisy patted my shoulder after she accepted the money. She sounded troubled when she said, "He offered too much money, Jane. I couldn't say no. But you can leave any time if you don't want to work anymore. I'll take care of you."I told her that it was fine, and that I would continue working.The shop got a new boss, but it sold the same things. I continued to sit behind the counter. The only difference was that a folding chair had been placed at the shop's entrance.James sat there every day, from morning till night. He was always holding the foods that I used to love. He didn't enter the shop and simply stayed curled up at the door.The neighbors began whispering among themselves."What's that man's connection to Jane?""He looks rich. Why is he sitting at the door every day?""What if he's a human trafficker?"James completely ruined my peaceful life. My patience finally snap
Zara's POVIt was silent outside for about three seconds before James started hammering his fists against the metal shutter. The sounds were dull but frantic."Zara!" he shouted hoarsely. "Open the door, Zara. I'm begging you."I sat on the stool behind the counter and kept my head down as I counted the spare change.James spent a long time hammering his fists on the metal shutter. Eventually, the sounds of his fists morphed into dull thuds as he knocked his forehead against the shutter."You're not dead… You didn't die… That's wonderful…"He was crying.I separated the spare change and placed them into different compartments in the cash register.Daisy entered the shop from the back door. She looked between the closed shutter and me before asking, "Is he… looking for you?""I don't know him," I replied.She glanced at the shutter again. She looked like she had more to say, but in the end, she just walked into the backyard.James waited outside the shop for the rest of the a
Zara's POVI didn't die. I didn't know how long I spent floating along the river. Eventually, I collided with something, and a throbbing pain shot through my ribs.When I finally regained consciousness, I felt a hand pulling me out of the reeds."Oh my god! Where did you come from?"The woman who took me in was Daisy Nicholl. She ran a small shop. She didn't ask me where I came from, or why I was covered in wounds. She just tucked me into bed and fed me two bowls of soup."You're lucky that you didn't die," she nagged.I was bedridden in her attic for a whole week. Eventually, my fever broke, and my wounds scabbed over.Daisy gave me her daughter's old clothes before grabbing a pair of scissors from a drawer. "There are too many knots in your hair. You should just cut it."I took the scissors from her. I then stared at my reflection in the mirror as I cut my hair, one snip at a time. As my long hair fluttered to the floor, I felt as if the strings that were tethering me to my
Third-Person POVJames recognized the canvas shoe in the evidence bag with a single glance. He had bought it from the store near the university entrance during the fall of his freshman year.The shoes had only cost 100 dollars, but Zara had been over the moon with joy for a whole week. She even used an old toothbrush to clean the soles every night.Later, he bought high heels, sneakers, and custom-made shoes that were worth thousands of dollars for her. She accepted all of them, but every time she moved, he always found those canvas shoes at the top of her suitcase.He remembered teasing her and calling her stingy. She had refused to let go of the shoe box, sounding utterly serious when she said, "This is the first gift that you ever gave me. It's different."James reached out and brushed his fingers across the surface of the shoe through the bag. He couldn't stop his fingers from shaking.A police officer pushed the interrogation room door open, saying, "The suspects have given
Third-Person POVJames' thumb froze mid-air as he stared at the news notification on the screen. An ominous feeling reared its head in his heart."Stop looking at that, James," Melanie said lazily. "Everyone knows that Zara's your woman. They won't have the guts to lay a finger on her. Stop scaring yourself."James didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he tried calling Zara again."The number you have dialed is not in service."He frowned. How could Zara's number not be in service when his call managed to get through just a few minutes ago? He called her again, but he was met with the same result. He called her a third and fourth time. The cold and mechanical female voice was like a needle stabbing into his temple.Melanie didn't even bother lifting her head as she nonchalantly peeled an apple. "She's so stubborn. She must be ignoring your calls on purpose, just like before. Have you already forgotten that she bit you yesterday, James?"Not only did she bite her owner's han







