MARK'S POV:As I approached the door of my personal office, I noticed Jennie, my diligent assistant, seated at her desk, focused on typing away on her computer. As her Boss, her office is the first one you will see when you walk in before heading to my own.As I approached her, eager to share the news of the divorce, she gave me a signal that she didn't want to talk to me. Despite this, I felt compelled to have the conversation with her no matter what."Jennie, are you still angry with me?" I asked, my voice filled with concern and regret. Allowing a brief pause, hoping for a response, before gathering my thoughts and continuing to speak."Yesterday, after our lunch at that cozy little Italian restaurant on Main Street, I returned to the office and to my surprise and realised that you weren't there.""You act as if you don't even know where I live," she sighed and murmured."Please, I will make it up to you," I pleaded, but before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off with an u
SARAH'S POV:Last night, I couldn't sleep and was lost in deep thoughts when I heard a knock on my door. I dragged myself up and opened the door to find the maid standing there. As it turned out, Mabel had finally been found, and all the maids that had been held by the police in connection with her disappearance were released. It was a great relief for me to have the maid back, and I was glad that Mabel had been found.“What is it?” I asked her "Ma'am, the lawyer you were expecting is here," she informed me. However, I was in such a hurry that I didn't even let her finish her sentence. I pushed past her and rushed out of the room to meet with the lawyer."I've already met with my lawyer about the divorce process. We had a consultation to discuss the legal procedures and requirements, and I provided all the necessary information and documents. My lawyer has been working on the case and keeping me updated on any developments. I'm hopeful that the process will go smoothly and that w
SARAH'S POV:After finalizing the divorce settlement, I found myself sitting in the back of a taxi, feeling a mix of emotions and uncertainty about where I was headed. I was simply seeking a place to clear my mind and escape from the weight of everything that had transpired. It happened that I passed by a spot that reminded me of the times when Mark and I used to visit. It brought back memories of when I asked him why he always chose to take the subway instead of a taxi. He explained that whenever he had a rough day and no one to talk to, he would take line two, which loops around York. He found solace in watching people and the passing scenery, often staying on the subway until sundown. The station provided the perfect vantage point to witness the breathtaking sunset over York, helping him forget the day's troubles and feel a sense of calm before heading home."Excuse me, Sir," I called out to the driver. "Could we make a quick stop somewhere?"Once we pulled over, I stepped out of
SARAH'S POV:As soon as I arrived at the Barr Lawn office, I hastily exited the taxi without saying a word to the driver. Inside, I noticed that he was wearing earpieces, so I called out to get his attention. "Hey, Barr Lawn," I called him out, then he hurriedly responded with "Hey.” "Please, take a seat," he said warmly, motioning towards the inviting chair in his elegantly decorated office."Of course," I responded, my face breaking into a wide smile as I settled comfortably into the plush seat.As I eased into the plush armchair, he extended his hand towards a sleek leather bag."Take a look at the things inside the bag," he said, offering it to me.As I unzipped the bag and began removing items, I quickly realized that they were my parents' belongings. "What is this?" I inquired, my expression reflecting my surprise and confusion.“That's your fathers' bag," he said. "Fortunately, your father entrusted it to me as his lawyer before he died. Sarah, you may not realize that
MARK'S POV:"Have you heard from or seen Jennie today?" I asked Dave."No, sir. She hasn't shown up for work today," he replied.After that day we met at the coffee shop, I haven't seen Jennie at work, and she hasn't shown up either. I can't help but wonder if she's deliberately avoiding me. The thought nags at me, and I find myself murmuring, "No, I don't think so. Let me go to her place and check on her immediately.”"Dave, if anyone comes looking for me, please ask them to wait. I won't be gone for long," I instructed Dave, who stood before me, his gaze fixed on mine."Sir, you have a meeting scheduled with the executive in the next 5 minutes," Dave informed me."Can you please pay attention to what I'm saying? Postpone any scheduled meetings," I yelled at him."Okay... Sir.”As I left, I glanced back to see Dave's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and his gaze following me as I made my way out of the office.When I arrived at Jennie's place, I discovered that she wasn't there. As I w
SARAH'S POV:We arrived at my father's old house late at night. As we approached, we came to a narrow spot in the road where we had to stop because it was too tight for a car to pass through.Barr Lawn was the first person to step out of the car. He gingerly touched the ground and then began walking towards the road that led to the house. Shortly after, I also emerged from the car and trailed behind him."Wait," Lawn exclaimed as he abruptly halted, his hand raised to signal silence. A low, ominous noise emanated from up ahead, prompting us to freeze in place.Lawn directed the beam of his flashlight towards the source of the disturbance, illuminating a weathered sign that read "PRIVATE PROPERTY AUTHORISED PERSONS ONLY." As we strained our eyes to decipher the message, a sudden movement caught our attention. A large rat scurried out from beneath the sign, causing us to jump in surprise.I sensed an overwhelming feeling of unease as I expressed my fears: "I feel like once we go in the
SARAH'S POV:As we approached the basement door and swung it open, an unbearable stench wafted out, assaulting our senses. "It smells like dead rats," Lawn remarked.I covered my nose with my hand to block out the strong smell. "Yeah, it doesn't go away unless you clean it very well with hydrogen," I explained.As we looked around, hoping to find any evidence that might lead to my father's signature, we carefully examined the contents of the basement. After a couple of minutes, Lawn stumbled upon a box filled with numerous documents. With curiosity piqued, he opened the box and discovered a tape. Without hesitation, he decided to play it."Sarah, how does this voice sound to you? To me, it sounds really sad. I think she was crying," Lawn asked me."What is that?" I inquired, leaning in to hear the voice more clearly. The voice sounds like the one I had listened to earlier.As I listened closely to the recording, I recognized the voice as my mom's. It seemed to capture a moment from
MARK'S POV:As I woke up, I realized that Jennie wasn't in the bed with me. I was a little disoriented and started to wonder where she could be. With bleary eyes, I made my way to the bathroom to see if she was there, but I couldn't find her.Last night, I had an amazing time being in her company. Her presence made last night truly enjoyable and memorable.As I made my way downstairs, I took a moment to look around the house, hoping to find her there. I finally spotted her in the dining room, leisurely sipping on her refreshing orange juice while engrossed in the morning news, her eyes moving across the pages of the newspaper.I paused for a moment, looking at her intently, before approaching her and speaking softly. "The juice looks quite cold. Would you like me to prepare some warm tea for you instead? I think it would be more comforting.” She was initially startled, and then she turned and gazed at me before speaking. "Don't worry yourself, I'm good with this," she said with a smi