LaraI reach Finch's place in what feels like a few minutes. I'm sure it's been longer than a few minutes but I've been so lost inside my head that I'm having a hard time focusing on the moment. Finch is waiting outside. It seems he's been renting this house in the outskirts of the city and has been there for a while. It's pretty comfortable, with plenty of space in the front and back, but it's not comparable to the house we grew up in with its marble fountains, museum-like rooms, and two storeys. I can't say that the sight of him doesn't offer me some comfort. It does. His eyes are laced with concern and although I want to hate him, I can't bring myself to do it. His concern saved me. If he hadn't sent this man to get me out of there, I would have died alongside Ambrose. "Lara," he says when I near him. I pause, my body not allowing me to go any further. I feel these tremors now and they wreck me entirely. I've been feeling them ever since I left the strip club. I start to sob
Dexter I had watched Lara from a distance and concluded that she was safe in this house. I’d sped after the car that took her away, my heart racing in my throat. I’d never felt this kind of anxiety before. I thought she was hurt but at the same time, I couldn’t alarm Ander, who’d been by my side the whole time. He was already scared by what happened, so why should I make things worse? “You’ll be with her soon,” I told him to reassure him. I was torn between rescuing her and keeping Ander safe. I couldn’t endanger him, not after the trouble it had taken to find him safe. So, I called for backup. I asked Damson to come to the location. He told me he’d be here in a few. I parked on the other side of the road and watched. The car she was in went into the building. I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, cursing at myself for being a useless cripple. If I had both hands, I would’ve left Ander in the car and stormed in there without any fear of being caught. But I couldn’t leave hi
Lara "So, then we had an agreement," Finch recounts. “He handed me the boy, deciding to trust me, and I let him leave. It was the least I could do for what he did for you.”I look back at Ander, who’s asleep on the couch. I’d take him upstairs but I don’t want to let him out of my sight. I can’t stop looking at him every five minutes to make sure he’s there. Dexter was the one who brought him back to me. He was the one who found him. I would’ve said that he was the one responsible for the whole thing but Dexter then told me about the woman who took him away. Dexter told Finch that woman was his ex-wife. She must’ve been following me, which was why she knew about Ander, and then at the first opportunity, she snatched my son. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was the same woman who slapped me the other day. I mean, Jensen had suggested that she was someone’s angry wife. And sure enough, Ander told me it was a blonde woman. So, it was the same bitch. It would be too much of a coinc
Dexter I haven’t slept a wink last night and the effects of my insomnia are starting to take a toll on me. I walk into a café and order two espressos. I down them both one after the other, but even that isn’t enough to wake me the fuck up. Everything is a damn mess and when things start to come together, I realize many more things. Like how Lara had tried to set me up in the beginning, especially with that shipment story. The things that went wrong for me. Walter surviving the attack. So many other little things that was obviously her. I’d told her about the plan to kill my father-in-law. And somehow, she found a way to let him know. I’m bitterly disappointed but at the same time, I can’t find it in me to hate her for what she’s done. I treated her…there aren’t any words. I’ve exhausted all of them. What I’ve done is irredeemable and now I see why she could never find it in herself to care about me the way I cared about her. How could she love me when the oldest memory she had
Lara When I receive word from Finch, it’s very late in the night, and two days have passed since he left here. “It’s done,” he claims. I glance at Ander before deciding to get up and head outside where we can have this conversation in peace. I don’t want him to overhear a thing. “What’s done exactly?” I ask him. “Vaughan and I are married,” he answers. “Tonight, I’ll kill him.”The way he says the words makes me shiver. He sounds very cold, and honestly, it’s the first time I’ve realized that he’s changed. The years have hardened him. Finch wasn’t like this. The Finch I knew would never have been capable of killing someone. He was too nice. Too sensitive. “When will you come back?” I ask him. “If everything goes well, I’ll send a car for you,” he reveals. “You’ll come here. And then from here, we’ll start with our plan.”I feel anxiety when he tells me this. I can’t say that it’s something easy for me to accept. I haven’t prepared myself to this huge task ahead even though I’v
Lara We arrive at the location. My heart is galloping behind my ribcage and to be honest, I've started to regret my decision to come here just a little bit. Trusting Dexter isn't necessary a great idea. Although I have an armed Alex on my side, it could well be that this is a trap I'm walking into, one that will cost me my life. But every time I think about his voice and how he'd asked me to show up, I can't help but feel like I'm just making a wrong assumption of him. I push all of these thoughts to the back of my mind as I make my way into the warehouse. Just being here should be a bad sign because why would he ask me to come all the way here? This place is a great distance from the city center, and is too isolated for it to be considered safe for me. I feel Alex's eyes on me. I can sense his uncertainty even from where I'm standing. He doesn’t give me his opinion, though. He doesn’t tell me what he thinks. There are two other cars in this parking space in front of the warehou
Lara The woman is tied up and I immediately recognize her as the woman who attacked me at the club. So, she's the one who's been following me hard enough to know I have a son. Who she then abducted. I can't say I'm not angry. I want it hurt her for putting me through all that, but that's not the only reason. What did she intend to do with him? What would've happened if Ander hadn't escaped?I press my fingers against my temples as I stare at her. Her eyes are narrowed and she's looking at me like she wants to kill me. Her clothes are filthy and the edges of skin around the ropes binding her wrists have been rubbed raw. I know I hate her for what she could’ve done to my son, but I don’t want to play executioner. There’s no way that I’m going to decide whether she lives or dies. I look back at Dexter. His eyes are on her but quickly slide toward me. Finally, I lick my lips and say, “I don’t think I can do this.”He stares at me candidly for a handful of seconds before nodding. “I t
LaraDexter asking me for forgiveness is not how I thought this conversation of ours would go. It deflates me momentarily, and what's worse is how genuine he seems. I stare into his eyes and for a fraction of a second, I don't recognize him. The man from my past—the one who had lived in my memories for all these years—isn't the one I'm staring at now. And with this bit of sympathy comes a wave of emotions, hatred and self-deprecation among them. What's wrong with me? How can I feel sorry for him? How can I even entertain the thought of accepting his apology, forgiving him, and moving on with my life?After everything he did?As if sensing my hesitation, Dexter lifts his hand and touches my cheek. I don't inch away from his touch. He says, "I see it in your eyes that you want to, Lara. I know you do."I shake my head. "Just the other night you were enraged that I was Lara, and now, you're asking for my forgiveness and wanting to wait for me. I don't know what it is you're waiting for