INICIAR SESIÓNThat night was also sleepless but I didn't spend it alone. Adrian never moved his arm from around my shoulder for the rest of the night, and whenever I would wake up from nightmares his arm would always be around me. His breathing was steady and slow which for some reason made me feel as if the world hadn't really gone to hell after all.
When the sun finally peeked its head above the horizon I opened my eyes to Adrian looking at me. "You stare at people when theyI couldn't sleep that night either. Grace would wake up every two hours and feed. While Adrian slept next to me, I would give her her bottle in the dark. The breathing of Adrian remained calm – he was so tired that he was sleeping like a log even though Grace kept screaming.Three in the morning. Coldness enveloping us. I pulled the blanket closer and watched how Grace ate the milk, her mouth slightly hanging open. After feeding, she fell back to sleep again. I put her back into the bassinet and lay down myself.I kept remembering the conversation with Catherine. I kept remembering the stories about Marcus, Samuel and Richard. Each of these guys seemed to have something to hide, and now I know about that.Then there was my mother. My real mother. Who had been dead since that horrible day, when she had crashed their car. Had she known something about Richard, about the company or about Margaret, who was ruling everything from the shadows during the last fifty years?I didn't have an an
It was deathly silent. And it was like some invisible force had pinioned the air against the floor. Marcus had his hand on the gun, a grin that had nothing to do with the one he usually wore playing across his face. This wasn't the half-grin I was used to seeing. It was a real grin, and the sight of it sent shivers down my spine."Marcus," Adrian called calmly. "What's she talking about?"Marcus stayed quiet, his fingers gripping the trigger while he sized up his options and his victims."You put your name on the transfer documents," Samuel said slowly, taking several steps backwards and raising his hands. "You witnessed Victoria signing her ownership rights to the company over to me.""I've witnessed many things." Marcus answered quietly. "Not every single witness has anything to do with the case. Sometimes the person witnessing just happens to be standing close by.""What does that mean?" I frowned."Are you seriously asking what it means?" Adrian took a step forward and positioned
The screen of my mobile lit up my hand and there was a familiar face looking at me back from there. His hair was slightly greyer than it used to be, but it was him nonetheless. Same nose, same chin, same eyes that had seen nothing but sympathy and care in the weeks I spent in the company of these two people.My stomach twisted and the stitches protested."Not possible," I whispered.However, Marcus did not move a muscle and continued to stare at the photo. "Tracked the documents personally. Samuel Cole signed the transfer papers six months ago. There's his signature on every page," he pointed out.Adrian jumped up so quickly that the cushion from the sofa fell down. He fixed his gaze on Samuel. "So it turns out that you've been playing us all along!"Samuel remained where he was, sitting opposite me. Still that same indifferent expression, no traces of emotions visible on his face."You can explain," I said and immediately regretted raising my voice too loud as Grace stirred in my arm
Glass shattered, and I covered my face to avoid any cuts from the debris flying inside. Tiny shards of glass rained down, stinging my cheeks and arms. I could hear Dr. Meier yelling something in German. I caught sight of his hand reaching into his jacket pocket and throwing his gun to the floor. I heard a thud and saw the doctor grabbing his shoulder with blood dripping from his white coat sleeve.Two figures broke through the window. They wore black tactical uniforms with visors covering their heads. The first one tackled Dr. Meier to the floor and made a loud sound as he was punched in the face. The second rushed to Adrian and started cutting off his handcuffs with a tiny metal device."Elena, get down!" Adrian yelled.I fell to my knees and slowly crept towards the corner of the room. The wound on my belly burned with each motion I made. Glass cracked under my knees.Dr. Meier was howling something incomprehensible in German. The punch to his face silenced him abruptly. The second
I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. My mind kept replaying that photograph of Adrian with bound hands and blood on his face. Grace slept in her bassinet beside me, and all night I watched her sleeping body move slowly with the rising and falling of her little chest. She was small and vulnerable; so was Adrian now.Samuel got me to eat breakfast at six o'clock in the morning, toast with butter. I chewed the bread and swallowed, feeling nothing of its taste or texture in my mouth."Marcus's team is going to meet us at the airport," Samuel informed me. Grace was cradled in his arms; he bounced her carefully. "Two people by the names of Tom and Lisa. They've been working for Adrian for years; they know Switzerland.""They better know how to be invisible.""They're very good at what they do." Samuel looked at me. "Elena, you don't have to do this by yourself. Marcus's friends will be there with you, too. They'll be in another office.""It won't matter where else they are."A man appeare
I did not get any sleep during the night. No way I could close my eyes. All I saw were photos. Adrian with his hands tied, bloody face, broken nose, bruised eyes… Grace slept in her bassinet, right next to my bed, and all I did was stare at her peaceful breathing. Small. Vulnerable. Helpless. Just like Adrian is now.But I still had some food inside me. Samuel forced me to sit and eat toast with butter at six in the morning. And when I chewed and swallowed, it seemed there was no taste in anything."The people who work for Marcus will be waiting at the airport for you," Samuel told me, holding Grace in his arms. "They are called Tom and Lisa. They know Switzerland, they will help you.""They better know how to be discreet.""They're doing their job very well," Samuel assured. "You won't have to do this alone, Elena. They're in the same building, not in the same room.""That is exactly what matters."Marcus entered from the hallway carrying a duffel bag and having the expression on his







