Mag-log inThe child's cry echoed through the darkness.Patricia froze.It came from somewhere deep inside the quarry.A second cry followed.Then silence.Bethwel immediately raised his weapon.“Everyone stay where you are.”Alex moved closer to Patricia.“Don't move.”Rose stood beside Mercy's stretcher, staring into the darkness.Her face had changed.“That's impossible.”Patricia looked at her.“What?”Rose shook her head.“There shouldn't be a child here.”Bethwel swept his flashlight across the room.Nothing.Only abandoned equipment, cracked walls and shadows.Then the crying came again.This time it was closer.Mercy gripped Rose's hand.“They found it.”Bethwel turned.“Found what?”Mercy looked terrified.“The old nursery.”Patricia frowned.“A nursery?”Merton had remained unusually quiet.Now he stepped forward.“There was one.”Bethwel looked at him.“You knew?”“I knew there had once been a room where the children were kept temporarily.”“Temporarily?”Merton nodded.“Before they w
The drive to the quarry felt longer than it should have.Patricia sat in the back seat beside Alex, staring through the window at the darkness.Bethwel drove.Rose sat in the passenger seat, silent.Nobody had spoken much since the call.Mercy was alive.That should have been enough to bring relief.Instead, Patricia felt a knot tightening inside her.Mercy had screamed.She had been dragged from the clinic.She had somehow ended up at the quarry.And now she was asking for Rose.“What if she's badly hurt?” Patricia asked.Bethwel kept his eyes on the road.“The officers who found her said she was conscious.”“Did she tell them who took her?”“No.”“Why?”“She wouldn't speak until Rose arrived.”Patricia looked toward Rose.“You knew she'd do that?”Rose shook her head.“No.”“You seem to know a lot about what people involved in this will do.”Rose stared ahead.“I've lived with this for too long.”Alex spoke quietly.“Then perhaps it's time you stopped living around the truth.”Rose
Patricia could not take her eyes off Rose.“That sentence was beside my name?”Rose nodded slowly.“On the original ledger.”Alex stepped closer.“What exactly did it say?”Rose looked at him.“I don't remember every word.”“But you remember that?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because Daniel was arguing with someone when I saw it.”Patricia's voice tightened.“Who?”Rose hesitated.“Gabriel.”The name seemed to change the air in the room.Bethwel looked at Merton.“You knew about this?”Merton shook his head.“Not the wording.”Patricia turned back to Rose.“You said Number Four chose Daniel.”“Yes.”“What does that mean?”Rose looked down.“It means the numbers weren't simply assigned to children.”Patricia frowned.“Then what were they?”“Choices.”“Choices made by whom?”Rose's answer was quiet.“By the children themselves.”Alex shook his head.“That doesn't make sense. Patricia was a baby.”“I know.”“Then she couldn't choose Daniel.”Rose looked at him.“Not when she was a baby.”Patricia's h
Patricia 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 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'
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







