LOGIN[Adam’s POV]My father’s funeral was on Saturday.I was in two minds whether to attend. I know it was expected that I should. I guess it was also expected that I would read a eulogy at the ceremony.How could I do that when I had nothing good to say about the man, and plenty to say about his failings as a human being and as a father?Alice and I talked it over. It was a relief to share my conflicted feelings about it.“Perhaps you could just put in a brief appearance,” she suggested. “And get away as soon as you decently can.”I left it until the morning of the funeral to decide what I was going to do. Taking the cue from Alice, I appeared at the church at the last minute, sat in a row near the back and ducked back out of the church as soon as I could get away. And I didn’t attend the wake afterwards at his mansion on the family estate.Instead, I contacted an upmarket real estate firm that afternoon, to place the property on the market. I couldn’t bring myself to live in his shadow,
[David’s POV]As Lily’s trial comes ever closer, she is becoming more distracted, more agitated.“It’s her word against mine, you know!” she would protest.And, “How can they treat a pregnant woman like this?”Yet, not once did she show any remorse for what was done to Alice. A helpless woman in the advanced stages of pregnancy. Not once.Getting by each day with Lily is proving challenging. She’s understandably anxious, moping around my house, flying off the handle at any imagined provocation. It’s been difficult and I admit I’ve been spending more time at the office than at home.“They’ve got no evidence behind this ridiculous conspiracy to kill Alice. None!” she cried when I came home last night.At dinner time, I received a call from Gregor Fischer. He is the expert criminal defense barrister I sought out to engage for Lily’s case, when the charges were laid.“Mr Newcombe,” he began. “I need to keep you abreast with developments in the case. The police have uncovered the identity
[Adam’s POV]I stormed into my father’s penthouse office suite.Elias Ballard’s P.A., Geraldine, saw me coming and leapt up from behind her desk as I approached the tall timber doors leading to his inner office.“Ah… I’m sorry, sir, you can’t go in there! You don’t have an appointment,” she tried. The poor woman looked rattled. She tried to position herself in front of the doors but I pressed past her.“Excuse me, Geraldine,” I said, as I pushed open the doors and went in.I found him there, seated at his grand desk, spectacles balanced on his nose, wiry eyebrows raised, and a look of thunder on his face.He took off his glasses and dropped them on the desk, before pushing back his chair and standing up.“What do you want?” he demanded.Okay, if he wanted to meet confrontation with bluster, I was up for it.“Well, I don’t know, father. Why don’t you tell me?”He glared at me and kept silent. A battle tactic the toughest executives relied on when expecting a challenge.“Surprised I’m s
[Alice’s POV]I left the front door unlocked because I was expecting Adam home soon.“Can we make some pancakes?” Camilla asked.“That’s a good idea,” I said as we headed into the kitchen.I had put Harry in his crib out on the balcony off the dining room, to have his nap. Camilla and I had been playing with him and he took his bottle before starting to fall asleep. I thought some fresh air on the balcony would be good for him.In the kitchen, there was a CCTV screen mounted high on the wall. Part of our security system that monitored the exterior of the house, 24/7, and entry areas inside the house. It was a comforting setup without being too intrusive.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement as someone approached the front door.Good, Adam’s home, I thought. But something made me take a second look.The figure approaching the door was smaller than Adam, and dressed in black. I didn’t recognize the person.And in one hand he held a firearm.A shaft of fear lanced through my gut.
[Adam’s POV]I drove home with some good news to share with Alice.It’s Saturday, the nanny’s day off, and Alice is spending the day with the children. While she loves being with them, I’m keen to get home to help her with the baby, in case she needs a rest.I turned into our driveway and found the gates swinging open.Alarm surged through me – they’re supposed to be closed and locked at all times!I stopped the car, leapt out and headed into the guard house, prepared to deal with Reuben, the guard on duty this afternoon. This is a serious breach of his terms of employment.When I barged into the little gatehouse, I was met with a disturbing silence. Reuben wasn’t at the desk.That was when I saw the trail of blood seeping along the floor!“Reuben!” I called.I raced around the desk and found his body sprawled on the floor. His head was lying in a pool of fresh blood. There was a bloodied wound streaked along one side of his head. To the average onlooker, the man looked deceased.I le
[David’s POV]As I drove away from Alice’s new house, I found myself deep in thought.I had gone there today to demand access to my baby, but of her own volition she had generously shared him with me.Holding my new son in my arms, that little speck of life, I felt an overwhelming sense of devotion. I would do anything for him.But the thought of him calling another man, Daddy, saw raw fury surge back into my heart.Still, I bit back the bitterness that threatened to choke me and admitted to myself, very quietly, that if my boy called another man Daddy, at least that man was Adam Ballard. There was no better person alive that I would want, to commit their care and devotion to raising him, than Adam.As I held my son, kicking his little feet and waving a doll sized arm at me, Alice smiled at the pair of us.She said very softly, “That is the person you tried so hard to convince me to abort.”This awful truth wasn’t delivered in accusing tones. She wasn’t attacking me for the choices I
[Alice’s POV]The late afternoon sun cut sharp strips of light across the polished floor, through the hospital room blinds. The smell of disinfectant was barely tempered by the faint fragrance of the bouquet of white orange stems at Lily’s bedside. They were the flowers I had brought in for her, th
[Alice’s POV]The walls of the interrogation room are a dull gray-green color that absorbs all the heat from the room. The room contained a metal table, some plastic chairs, and overhead incandescent tubes that hum and cast a glaring light on the table surface. I sat in a chair at the table with ha
[Alice’s POV]“What I see,” David said, enunciating each word, “is that my wife dropped the medicine Lily shouldn’t have taken, from her pocket, and my daughter said you gave it to Lily. Now, Lily, who almost died, is generously excusing you before falling unconscious again.”He glared at me. “Alic
[David’s POV]When I arrived at the door to our apartment, I heard sharp human voices and the sound of porcelain shattering, coming from inside. I had received a call from our panicked housekeeper. Her incoherent words on the phone made my heart sink, and I immediately left Lily to sleep. She had j







