LOGINIt was coming into summer, the weather was becoming a little warmer, and flowers were blooming. Camilla loved roses and carnations, and in her garden, she had a beautiful array of both.
Things between her and Steven had seemingly gotten a lot better. Steven had gone back to working for the accounting firm, but he was on very thin ice. He couldn't afford to falter not one time. One afternoon in March, Camilla was buying a few groceries as she always did, and walking past the fisheries, she suddenly felt ill from the smell of the oil. As she finished getting the groceries and walking back to the bus stop, she felt dizzy. She regained her composure and decided to go and buy a pregnancy test. On arriving at home, Camilla decided to do the test. She wasn't sure if she wanted another child or not as things had been rocky between her and Steven and had only just now, seemingly, started to settle down. As she waited for the result to appear, Steven walked into the house. "Camilla, I'm home," he greeted, "what's for dinner?" Camilla came out of the bathroom, "I'm sorry, I just got in a few minutes ago myself, but dinner won't be long," she responded walking into the kitchen to get the food on. While dinner was on the go, Camilla walked over to her husband, sat down quietly next to him, and said, "Steven, I have some news for you." "What is it?" he asked. "I'm pregnant," she responded, looking into his eyes for a reaction, "I went to buy groceries, and when I went past the fish and chips shop. I had an overwhelming ill feeling come over me. All of a sudden, I started to feel dizzy, so I decided to go and get a pregnancy test," she continued, handing him the positive test result. Steven looked at her in shock, unsure if this was good news or bad news. After much thought, he said, "It's good news." She smiled at him and went to finish off their evening meal. By this time, Marshall was just a little over a year old, a year and a half to be precise. He was walking all over the place, babbling and laughing as he did so. Camilla had such horrible morning sickness for the next few months, something she had never experienced with Marshall. She was also more tired than she was when she was pregnant with her firstborn. Then the problems started all over again with her and Steven. By this time, Marshall was in daycare. One Friday afternoon, Camilla being seven months pregnant, Steven had said he had a client to see, but he would pick her up after work, and they would then pick up Marshall. She informed him that they finished at 4 on a Friday if he could please be on time. Because this pregnancy was a more complicated pregnancy, Camilla didn't get the bus home. She would take the car. However, this particular Friday was different. 4 p.m., came, and Camilla went downstairs to wait for her husband. Camilla was exhausted, her stomach and feet swollen. All she wanted to do was get home and put her feet up and rest. By the time 4:30 p.m. came around, Steven had still not arrived. She sent him a text message. Camilla: Steven, where are you? Steven responds: On my way. Camilla carried on waiting. By the time 5 p.m. came around, Steven was no longer answering her messages or calls. Fortunately, her manager was still in the building and asked her in a husky voice, "You still here?" "My husband isn't answering my calls or messages!" she responded. "Don't worry, I'm going in that direction. It's a little out of the way, but I can take you home and collect your son as well." "I really appreciate it, thank you, Mr Bradshaw," she said calmly. Camilla was very frustrated and angry at that point. On arriving home, Camilla noticed that their car was parked in the driveway. She thanked her manager again, picked up her son, and went into the house. Marshall walked straight to his room to go play with his toys. Camilla walked into the bedroom, and there, lying on the bed, passed out drunk, was Steven. With fury in her eyes, she slammed the door closed and went to the kitchen to make dinner. While dinner was cooking, she ran the bath water, got out Marshall's pyjamas, and settled him into the bath. Camilla was bushed by the time she had finished bathing her son and finishing their evening meal. Just as Camilla settled on their settee to watch the evening news, Steven woke up, "Camilla!" he yelled,"I'm hungry." In an angry but mild tone, she responded, "Your food is in the warmer. You can heat it up." Camilla was not going to deal with him like that and carried on watching the television. Meanwhile, Steven decided to go back to bed. While sleeping, around 2 a.m., Stevens' phone rang. She quickly answered the call, and a female voice came on the line, "Hi there, we're here at the bar around the corner. Can you come fetch us and take us to another bar?" The females laughed. "Excuse me, this is Steven's wife. Do you have no respect for time?" she responded in a firm yet harsh tone. Not waiting for a response, she put the phone down and drifted back off to sleep. The number kept calling a few times, but Camilla just ended the calls. She would deal with this matter in the morning when she is calmer and Steven is sober. An hour later, Steven woke up, put his arms around his wife, and said, "I'm hungry." Quietly, Camilla climbed out of bed, walked to the kitchen, and took him his food. While he was eating, she said, "I don't know where you were yesterday, but I do not accept that you left me waiting for you to pick me up. Fortunately, my manager was still there, and he took me home with Marshall in tow." Steven looked embarrassed and had no answer. His behaviour and lack of consideration for his pregnant wife and their child was unacceptable. A few times, she recalled the words of the stranger. "But why do they affect me so much? Who was that man? Where did he come from?" She had a thousand questions running through her mind since that morning's encounter. She also hadn't mentioned it to Steven because she hadn't thought it was necessary. "After all, he was just being kind, the neighbourly type of concern," she thought.Jullian opened his eyes slowly, the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room glaring back at him. The sharp scent of disinfectant clung to the air, and the beeping of machines drummed a steady rhythm against his skull. He shifted slightly, and a dull pain pulsed through his side."Well, look who's awake." Grace smiled, looking at him.His gaze slid to the chair beside his bed, where Grace sat, her legs crossed, arms folded, and with an expression somewhere between relief and exasperation.He smirked. "Miss me, cupcake?"Grace rolled her eyes. "Not really. I was just enjoying my peace and quiet until you started stirring."Jullian let out a dry chuckle, which quickly turned into a grimace as pain shot through his ribs. "Ow. Maybe don't make me laugh yet."Grace sighed, shaking her head. "Maybe you should try not getting shot next time.""Noted." He winced, adjusting slightly. "How long have I been out?""Long e
The night was thick with tension, the weight of the moment pressing down on Jullian like a vice. The darkness swallowed the Cheshire countryside, but Kevin’s presence burned through the shadows.Jullian moved with measured precision, his gun firm in his grip. Beside him, Lloyd and Erroll advanced, their expressions grim, and each movement was calculated. Every muscle in his body was coiled, ready for the inevitable confrontation.Kevin thought he was untouchable. Tonight though, he would see just how he would fall.Erroll’s voice crackled through the earpiece. "He’s at the back entrance. If we’re doing this, it has to be now."Lloyd’s voice was razor-sharp. “We don’t let him walk away. We need retribution. Megs needs closure."Jullian gave a single nod, signalling the approach. They split, cutting off all potential escape routes.Then, at the sound of a twig, snapping caused Kevin to stiffen and pause to look around.Jul
The drive back to Meghan and Lloyd’s house had intensifying moments. Jullian could feel Grace’s eyes on him, her lips twitching with amusement.“You’re thinking something,” he said, keeping his gaze on the road.Grace tapped her nails against the dashboard. “Oh, just that for a man hell-bent on tracking a criminal, you look surprisingly attractive when you’re brooding.”Jullian shot her a look. “You trying to distract me?”“Me?” She gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. “I would never. That would be wildly inappropriate given the circumstances.”He smirked. “And yet, here we are.”She leaned closer, her perfume filling the space between them, her voice dropping. “I could be helpful, you know. If you need stress relief.”His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Grace...”“Yes, Jullian?” she smirked, batting her eyelashes. “Behave.”She laughed, thoroughly enjoying herself.
The crisp London air had a bite to it as Jullian drove to fetch Grace. At the robot, he checked his phone for the hundredth time it was yet another text from Marshall, another update on Kevin’s last known whereabouts, but it didn’t yield any fruits. Grace emerged from the flat, and her overnight bag slung over one shoulder. Seeing the car pull up, Grace had a bemused smile on her lips. Then, as she took in his tense posture, she said, “You look like a man who's about to do something reckless.”Jullian slid his phone into his pocket and smirked. “That depends. Are you planning on stopping me?”She slid closer, the scent of her lingering perfume doing sinful things to his already frayed focus. “Now, why would I do that? I happen to enjoy watching you get into trouble.”He chuckled, “Then you’re in for a hell of a show.”As they weaved through the London streets, the weight of the situation settled in. Thinking about all Marshall
Lloyd woke up with a start, the stiff hospital chair doing little to ease the knots in his muscles. He blinked against the dim light filtering through the blinds, his first instinct to check on Meghan. Meghan was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady, the faintest trace of colour returning to her cheeks. Relief washed over him, though it did little to settle the deep-seated frustration brewing inside him.Kevin was totally to blame. He didn't need to put a hand on her. His presence alone had been enough to send her body into overdrive. The stress and trauma it had all culminated in the previous night’s collapse, and Lloyd couldn’t stand the thought of Meghan going through that again.A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Doctor Appleton entered, clipboard in hand, his face unreadable.“She’s improving,” he said before Lloyd could even ask. “Her blood pressure stabilized overnight, and her pain has lessened, but yo
The world felt like it was tilting as Lloyd rushed Meghan into the hospital. His grip on her, tight, as if holding her closer, would somehow keep the pain from consuming her. Meghan's breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and her fingers trembled against his shirt.Doctor Appleton was already waiting in the emergency bay when they arrived. His usually calm expression sharpened into one of concern as he took in Meghan’s condition.“Put her down here,” he directed, gesturing toward a gurney.Lloyd hesitated for a fraction of a second before obeying. His arms ached from carrying her, but it was nothing compared to the fear clawing at his chest. Meghan’s face was pale, her skin damp with sweat.“The headaches have been at bay for a while now. Tonight, it resurfaced after..." Lloyd’s voice halted as the doctor began his examination. Doctor Appleton pressed a stethoscope to Meghan’s chest, his gaze sharp as he assessed her. “Any hi







