MasukPatricia kept staring at the photograph.Ruth.Number Two.Mercy.Rose.The quarry.Everything seemed connected, yet one question had been sitting quietly at the back of her mind.Now it refused to remain there.She looked at Merton.“If I was Number Four…”Nobody spoke.Patricia looked at Bethwel.“Why did Daniel make me his heir?”The question changed the atmosphere immediately.Alex slowly turned toward her.Bethwel's expression hardened.Rose lowered her eyes.Merton said nothing.Patricia stepped closer.“No one has asked that.”Bethwel nodded slowly.“You're right.”“Everyone has been asking who I am. Who my mother was. Why Daniel disappeared. Why I was hidden.”She lifted the photograph.“But nobody has asked why the man who supposedly spent years protecting my identity later made me the principal heir to everything he owned.”Alex looked troubled.“That is a serious question.”“It is more than serious.”Patricia's voice trembled.“If Number One, Number Two and Number Three exi
“Where is Mercy?”Patricia's question cut through the room.Nobody answered.Rose stood near the door, still holding Patricia's gaze.Bethwel was the first to move.“Everyone stays here.”He switched on his flashlight and moved toward the corridor.Patricia followed.“I'm coming.”“No.”“She screamed.”“I heard her.”“Then I'm coming.”Bethwel looked at her for a moment before nodding.Alex immediately followed.Rose remained behind with Merton.The corridor was narrow and dark.Bethwel's flashlight swept across the walls.“Mercy!”Nothing.Patricia's stomach tightened.“She was here.”“Yes,” Bethwel said.“You heard her.”“I heard the scream.”They reached the examination room.The overturned chair was still there.Patricia pointed.“That was Mercy's chair.”Bethwel crouched.He examined the floor.“There.”A small smear of blood marked the tiles.Patricia's breath caught.“She's hurt.”“Maybe.”Alex crouched beside him.“It's not much.”Bethwel looked toward the rear door.“It came
The lights went out.Patricia heard Mercy's scream again.“Mercy!”Alex caught her arm before she could move.“Wait.”Bethwel drew his weapon.Nobody spoke.The darkness inside the old clinic seemed to swallow every sound except their breathing.Then a metallic crash came from the corridor.Bethwel switched on his phone flashlight.“Stay together.”They moved cautiously.Merton remained behind them, his face pale.Patricia looked at him.“You know where she is.”“I know where she was.”“That isn't the same thing.”“No.”They reached the corridor.An open door swung slowly on its hinges.Bethwel pushed it wider.The room was empty.No Mercy.Only a chair lying on its side.Patricia's heart sank.“She was here.”Merton nodded.“Yes.”Alex crouched beside the chair.“There was someone else.”He pointed at the floor.Two sets of footprints.One belonged to Mercy.The other was larger.Bethwel followed them toward the rear entrance.But before he could open it, Merton spoke.“Don't.”Bethw
The gunshot shattered the silence.Patricia froze.For one terrible second, nobody moved.Then Alex grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her down.“Get down!”Bethwel was already moving.He pushed Dr. Merton away from the window as another sharp crack echoed outside.Glass exploded across the clinic floor.Merton stumbled against the wall.“Stay down!” Bethwel ordered.Alex crawled toward the broken window, keeping his head below the frame.“Where did it come from?”“Across the road,” Bethwel said.He had already drawn his weapon.Patricia's heart hammered against her ribs.She looked at Merton.The doctor was staring at the shattered window, but his expression wasn't one of surprise.It was recognition.“You know who that was,” Patricia whispered.Merton didn't answer.Bethwel noticed.“Doctor?”Merton slowly turned away from the window.“Yes.”Patricia stared at him.“Who?”Merton swallowed.“The same man I've been warning you about.”Alex's face hardened.“The man in the photogra
Patricia looked at Alex.He was staring at the photograph.Neither of them spoke.The picture was old, faded at the edges, but the details were clear enough.Grace was holding the baby.A man's hand rested gently on her shoulder.The face had been cut away.Patricia turned the photograph over again.HE WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE BORN.“Alex,” she said quietly.“Yes?”“Did you know about this man?”Alex looked at her.“No.”The answer came too quickly.Patricia noticed.Bethwel noticed too.“You're hesitating,” Bethwel said.Alex looked at him.“Because I don't know whether I should tell her what I suspect.”Patricia stepped closer.“Then tell me what you suspect.”Alex looked at the photograph again.“I've seen that hand before.”Patricia's heart tightened.“Where?”“In one of the old photographs we found at Obadiah's house.”Bethwel immediately turned toward him.“Which one?”“The photograph of Daniel, Obadiah and the third man.”Patricia frowned.“How?”“The ring.”Alex pointed at the
For several seconds, Patricia simply stared at Bethwel.“The woman from the photograph?”Bethwel nodded.“She was seen leaving the property before the officers arrived.”“Did they catch her?”“No.”Patricia looked at Alex.“So she knew where the second Room Seventeen was.”“Apparently,” Alex said.Bethwel slipped his phone back into his pocket.“The property is about fifteen minutes from here.”“Take us there.”Bethwel shook his head.“No.”Patricia frowned.“Why?”“Because if the woman deliberately led us there, she wants us to follow.”“Then we don't follow her.”Patricia picked up the photograph.“We follow the evidence.”Alex looked at Bethwel.“She has a point.”Bethwel sighed.“Fine. But we do this carefully.”The three left the room.Patricia carried the photograph with her.Something about it disturbed her.Not the woman.Not even the baby.It was the expression on Obadiah's face.He had known something.Something that Daniel had apparently died—or disappeared—trying to protec
The Wife He BetrayedThe evening sky above Nakuru had turned the color of dying embers.From the balcony of their modest rental house in Kiamunyi Estate, Patricia Sewe stood motionless, watching the last streaks of sunlight disappear behind the distant silhouette of Menengai Crater. The cool July w
The rest of the afternoon passed in silence.Patricia and Alison remained parked several blocks away, watching Alex's car disappear into Nakuru traffic.Neither of them spoke immediately.Both were trying to make sense of what they had witnessed.The affair was real.That much was no longer in doub
Patricia barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.Alex.Smiling.Holding another woman.The image had burned itself into her memory.By dawn, the rain had stopped, leaving Nakuru wrapped in a blanket of mist. The cool morning air drifted through the cracked kitchen wind
Natasha did not leave the hospital.Hours passed.Dawn slowly crept over Atlanta, painting the sky in shades of pale orange and gray, but she remained seated beside Malia's bed.Her sister still hadn't regained consciousness.Every beep from the monitor felt like a countdown.To what, Natasha didn'







