Tomorrow I start my career as a full time social worker. I feel like this internship has taken forever. I am ready to get paid to do the job I went to school for. Six months without pay was hard but it will be well worth it once I start on my case load. I have hated not being able to contribute to the bills to help my parents. They have had some issues with their hours being cut back at work. Covid has hit this economy so hard, that no one is immune. Social work, unfortunately, is booming. It may keep me busy, but it means that there are families and children are struggling as well.
I am sitting in the window seat of my bedroom when I see Rawls come home from work. I am hoping he does not have a woman with him. I hate seeing those women getting out of his car. I am so jealous of what they have, which is him. He hasn’t been a monk since his wife died. The painful part for me was that I fell in love with him when I turned sixteen. I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. Six years ago - I had just turned sixteen I was over at the Buchanan house swimming with Evie. There were very few days that Evie and I did not spend together. We had been friends since preschool. This was going to be our last chance to hang out at the pool, Today was no different. It was the last of few days of summer before we had to go back to school. We wet laying around the pool just giggling and enjoying the day. I happened to catch the sight of Randy, our other neighbor, of the corner of my eye. I had been trying to get his attention for some time but had no luck. He wouldn’t even look my way - not even a sideways glance. I was going to come up with something to get him to look at me. I was tired of being the only girl that did not have a serious boyfriend. I wanted to lose my virginity. I did not want to graduate high school as a virgin. I might as well put a big red “V” on my chest. I figured I would try to walk sexy as I could around the pool and then jump in. I was wearing a new red bikini with little hearts on it. My dad was adamant that I did not need to wear a bikini but my mom stood in my corner and told him that it would be okay. I got up slowly from the lounge chair and made sure to keep my eye on Randy to see if he was watching. He wasn’t even looking my way, so I decided to go ahead and jump in the pool. Just as I was about to jump in I slipped and fell in the pool. In the fall, I hit my head on the side of the pool and was bleeding a lot. I could vaguely hear Evie screaming and Randy was laughing. The next thing I know is I am being pulled out of the water. I can hear a deep voice saying my name. “Claire? Claire? Are you okay?” I looked up and I saw Rawls leaning over me. He didn’t have on a shirt and he was cradling my head on his lap. I knew Mr. Buchanan had always worked out, but I had never been this close to him before. I had my head leaned against a set of hard six pack abs. How can a dad have this type of body? No dab bod here. I could feel pressure on my head and I could see a trickle of blood going down next to my eye. I start to cry because the pain suddenly hits me. I hate that I am crying in front of Mr. Buchanan but also I can hear Randy and Evie laughing at me. I am hating my life right now, I am bleeding and crying. My best friend is laughing at me. Wish I could just disappear. “Evelyn Buchanan that is enough right now. Can’t you see that your best friend is hurt and you are sitting there laughing.” I have never heard Mr. Buchanan speak that way to Evie before. She has always been able to get away with anything. Spoiled brat does not even cover it but she was still my best friend. Her laughing hurt worse than my head wound. I get up and push Mr. Buchanan away. I can’t handle anymore at this point. “Mr. Buchanan, I’m okay. I just need to go in the house and get changed. I will be fine, just let me be alone.” I take off running towards the house and up the stairs. I lock myself in the bathroom. I start sobbing. I never have been so embarrassed in my life. I can’t believe this has happened to me. I don’t want to go back down there, I just want to go home. Just as I am changing my clothes, there is a knock on the door. “Claire, it’s Mr. Buchanan. I wanted to check on you to make sure you are okay? I apologize for Evie’s behavior.” I can’t face him or anyone else. “I’m okay, Mr. Buchanan. I am almost changed and I am going to go home. I just want to go and lay down. Please, can you just go downstairs.” I hear him walk away and I hated that I was kind of short with him, but I just needed space and I don’t want to break down in front of him again. I sneak downstairs and keep an eye out for Mr. Buchanan. I did not want to face anyone. I was mortified as to what happened. My best friend laughed at me. The guy that I wanted to notice me, laughed at me. Then I have to look in the handsome face of Rawls Buchanan. I was bleeding and started crying. I wish I could just dig a hole and disappear. Luckily I was able to get back home without anyone noticing. My parents were gone for the day so I went upstairs and took a shower. After my shower, I just laid on my bed and cried until I fell asleep. I was pulled out of my memory by the sound of a slamming door. I looked across the way and it was Evie. She was home from college. She still had a few months before graduation. I would figure she would be at school studying for finals. I looked closer and I could see that it wasn’t her car she came back in, there was a guy behind the wheel. He must be someone from school. He peeled out of the driveway. I could hear Evie yell from her “Fuck off!!” This couldn’t be good. I would wait a while before i headed over to her house to check on her. I think I really wanted to check on Rawls too, I hadn’t had much of a chance to see him since I have been working so much. I have only been able to catch a glimpse of him from my window, which was not enough. I needed to see him.Finally, we come to a stop, and the engine goes quiet. The door slides open, and the cold night air rushes in, bringing with it the smell of salt and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. We're at the beach house —the same place where Fiona had promised to lead us to Evie. The irony is not lost on me.I climb out, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement. The moon is high in the sky, casting a silver light over the sand and the crashing waves. The beach house is a dark silhouette in the distance, looking as abandoned and desolate as the rest of the coastline.Fiona emerges from the shadows, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I'm torn between the fear of what's happening and the relief of seeing her alive. But there's no time for emotion—not now."You came," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and something else—something darker.I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. "Where is she? Where is my daughte
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. "Ah, but you see," he says, his voice a low purr, "you don't have a choice." My mind races as I look around the room, desperately seeking a weapon, an escape route, anything to save us. The house seems to shrink around me, the walls closing in as my chest tightens with fear. Mom's eyes are wide with terror, and she shakes her head vigorously, trying to warn me. I understand the message—don't come closer. But I can't just leave her here with him. My survival instincts kick in, and I know I have to act fast. Jonathan takes a step toward me, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Don't be stupid, Claire," he says, his voice like a snake's hiss. "You know what happens when you defy me.” My gaze falls to his hand, and my stomach drops when I see the gun glinting in the moonlight. It's pointed at Mom, her eyes pleading with me to be careful. I can't let him take us—I won't let him hurt my baby. . "We're leaving." The gun in Jonathan's hand is unwa
As he leaves, I fight the urge to follow, to beg him to take me with him. But I know I can't. I'm too much of a liability in my current state. The fear for him, for Evie, for the baby, and for myself is a storm of noise in my head. I need to stay strong, to keep the hope alive. I sit down in the nursery, the silence deafening. The only sound is the faint ticking of the crib mobile above, a reminder of the life we're fighting for. I try to focus on the positive—Fiona’s call, the possibility of finding Evie. But the fear is a living creature, feeding on my doubt. Rawls's footsteps retreat down the hallway, and I listen until the front door clicks shut. My heart feels like it's in a vice, and I take deep breaths to keep the panic at bay. The house is too quiet, save for the occasional muffled murmur of dad's team outside. The thought of Fiona plays in my mind. She's out there, alive, and willing to help. But what if it's a trap? What if Jonathan has somehow turned her against us? I s
As if an answer to my silent plea, the phone on the nightstand starts to ring. The screen flashes with an unknown number, and for a brief, hopeful moment, I wonder if it's a sign. I pick it up, my heart pounding in my chest, and bring it to my ear. "Hello?" The voice on the other end is faint, but it sends a shockwave through my body. "Rawls," the voice says, and my heart skips a beat. It's Fiona. She really is alive. "Fiona?" Rawls says, his voice tight with disbelief. "Is that really you?" There's a pause, and then her voice, clear as a bell, fills the room. "It's me, Rawls," she says, the sound of her voice like a ghost from the past, haunting and yet oddly comforting. "I need to see you. It's about Evie." My hand tightens around the phone. "What do you know?" Fiona's voice is a mix of pain and urgency. "I know where he's keeping her," she says, the words coming out in a rush. "I can help you get her back." "How?" he asks, his voice gruff. "What do you want in exchang
The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more e concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. The further along Claire is in her pregnancy the more concerned I become. No matter how much digging Robert and I have been doing, we cannot find out where Jonathan is holding Evie. We decided to not get the police involved. It may not be the best decision but some of the things were are having to do or will have to do may not be on the right side of the law. "I can't sit here and do nothing," I say, pacing the room. "We need to find her." Rawls's eyes are filled with understanding, but his voice is firm. "We will, but we have to be smart about it," he says, his hand landing gently on my shoulder, trying to still my frantic
I should have gotten Jonathan psychiatric help a long time ago. Even as a child he had issues getting along with other children. The years I was with Rawls and Evie, Jonathan had been raised with his father’s (Marco) family, the Castellanos. Marco had always talked about the strange incidents that occurred when they he was young, but he had always downplayed the seriousness of Jonathan’s behavior. Now, it all made sense. My child had turned into a monster, and we were all just pawns in his twisted game of power and control. I had to see Evie. I had to explain, to apologize for the years of pain I had caused. But would Evie even believe me? Would she recognize me as her mother or the woman who had abandoned her all those years ago? Fear and guilt had been my constant companions since I had gone into hiding, but now, with Evie's safety hanging in the balance, I was going to have to face my past. I had to see her, had to try to make this right. I approached the house where I kne
I know Rawls and Dad are keeping things from me. I can see it in their eyes every time they think I'm not looking. They hover over me like overprotective hawks, their whispers and furtive glances speaking volumes. But I'm not a child anymore. I know something's wrong, something much more than just Evie's disappearance. I sit in my room, my thoughts racing, trying to piece together the puzzle that is my life. The walls are closing in, the silence suffocating. I need to know the truth. I need to know what's happening to Evie and why my fiancé and my father are acting so strangely. Summoning my courage, I tiptoe down the hallway. The house feels eerie, as if it's holding its breath, waiting for the next shoe to drop. I hover outside the door to Rawls’ office, listening to the muffled whispers of Rawls and my dad. "We need to tell her," my dad says, his voice strained. "She has a right to know." Rawls's voice is low and firm. "Not yet. She's not ready for this." I bite my lip, my he
Claire said that Thelma is good at digging up information. Hopefully she has something that can help us find Evie and rid our lives of this psychopath. Robert and I were anxious to see what Thelma had found, but I know it will help Claire if they can see each other. "Thelma," Robert said, his voice tight with urgency. "What do you have for us?" Thelma took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to me before returning to Robert. "I've been looking into Jonathan Cramer/John Castellanos's history," she began, her voice steady despite the gravity of what she was about to say. "And it turns out he has connections to Evie's mother, Fiona." "Robert and I leaned in, our eyes locked on Thelma's face as she opened the folder. She pulled out a series of photographs, each one more disturbing than the last. "These are of Jonathan with his mother," she said. "Does this woman look familiar?” Robert took the photos, his eyes scanning over them before handing them to me. The woman in the images
Robert and I sat in my office, poring over the case files and notes we had gathered on Jonathan Cramer. The silence in the house was suffocating, compared to the chaos that had erupted earlier. The detectives were on thin ice with me. I could not believe they questioned Claire about the paternity of the baby. "How did he do it?" Robert muttered, his eyes scanning the page in front of him. "He had to have had help," I said, slamming a fist on the table. "There's no way he could have gotten through that security unnoticed." Robert nodded, his jaw set. "I've called in a favor with an old contact at the precinct," he said, his eyes never leaving the paperwork scattered in front of him. "We're getting the full report on the facility's staff—everyone who had access to Evie's location and schedule." We worked tirelessly into the night, piecing together a timeline of events, looking for any inconsistencies or signs of tampering. The more we dug, the more it became clear that this was