Ava rummaged through her locker, searching for a pregnancy test kit, but couldn't find any. Frustrated, she decided to visit the hospital instead. She turned to Marcus, who was watching her with concern. "I'm going to the doctor," Ava said, trying to sound casual. "I'm not feeling any better." Marcus's expression turned worried. "Do you want me to accompany you?" Ava quickly shook her head. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine on my own." Marcus nodded, still looking concerned. "Okay, be good." With that, Ava left the house and headed to the hospital. As Ava sat in the hospital waiting room, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was anxious about the potential pregnancy, but also relieved that she was taking steps to finding out the truth. When the doctor called her name, Ava stood up and walked into the examination room. Her vital signs were taken, and she explained her symptoms to the doctor. He scribbled out some tests for Ava, which were to be carried out in
Ava's voice was laced with concern as she asked, "Where are you? I haven't seen you at home." Marcus's calm voice replied, "I am in the hospital, Ava." Ava's tone immediately shifted to alarm. "What?! Are you okay? Did you...like regain your memories?" she asked, her words tumbling out in a rush as if concerned. Marcus's response was reassuring. "No, not yet. I am okay, just a little headache here and there. I thought it'd be best to rest here in the hospital. I will be back home tomorrow. Ava's concern seemed to ease slightly, but she still sounded worried. "Okay, that's good. Take care of yourself, Marcus." "Is Paul still with your mom?"marcus asked. Ava hesitated for a moment before responding, "Yes, he is." The conversation hung in the air for a moment before Ava asked, "Do you want me to come visit you?" "No, it's fine. It isn’t that bad.”Marcus replied. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Ava nodded, even though Marcus couldn't see her. "Okay, take care." Ava's ha
As Marcus waited for Alex to arrive, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was getting close to uncovering a significant part of his past. The mysterious woman in his flashback lingered in his mind, and he found himself wondering who she was could it be sophia who he had saw in his previous flash. The sound of footsteps outside the room broke the silence, and Marcus's heart skipped a beat. He called out, "Hello?" and Alex's voice responded, "Marcus, it's me. I'm here." Alex entered the room, concern etched on his face. "Marcus, what happened? You sounded distressed on the phone." Marcus rubbed his temples, trying to ease the lingering pain. "I had a flashback, and I think I might have hit my head. I'm not sure what triggered it, but I saw a woman in my memory. I'm not sure who she is." Alex's expression turned thoughtful. "Let's get you out of here and back to a safe place. We can figure out what's going on from there." As Alex helped Marcus out of the house, Marcus coul
"I'm sure Sophia would have gotten the message by now," Sophia said with a sly grin on her face. Thomas raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?" Sophia giggled mischievously. "I sent her a wedding Photoshopped picture of Marcus and I...let's just say we were quite the happy family in the photo with Paul smiling closely." Thomas burst out laughing. "You're a genius, Sophia! I can only imagine her face when she saw that." Ava chuckled, clearly pleased with herself. "I know, right? I'm a master of subtlety." Thomas chuckled, shaking his head. "The poor girl must be pained right now." Ava and Thomas both laughed, enjoying the playful jab at Sophia's expense. As Ava and Thomas laughed, they started brainstorming their next move. "We need to open up that safe," Thomas said, his voice low and serious. "If we can get it out of the house we can destroy it and get whatever is inside and be done with it." Ava raised an eyebrow. "But how do we plan on getting it out of the house with
As Simon unlocked the gallery door, he noticed a parcel lying on the ground just in front of the door,he picked it up curiously as he opens the door. The gallery's interior was quiet and still, awaiting the day's visitors. Simon examined the parcel, wrapped in brown paper and twine, with no indication of who might have sent it or what it could contain. He dropped it on the counter, wondering if it was a new delivery for one of the art pieces on display but it didn’t look as though,as it was flat and not heavy. Simon hummed a tune as he carefully arranged the artwork on the gallery walls, making sure each piece was perfectly aligned and lit. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction as the vibrant colors and eclectic styles seemed to dance across the space. With the main gallery area looking stunning, Simon moved on to tidy up the storage room, setting aside the unfinished canvases and art supplies. He whistled softly as he worked, lost in the rhythm of prep
Ava's heart was racing as Marcus's gaze lingered on the spare room door. She knew she had to act fast to distract him. "Hey, why don't I make us some coffee while you finish getting settled?" she suggested, trying to sound casual. Marcus turned to her, his expression softening slightly. "That sounds nice, thanks." Ava breathed a silent sigh of relief as Marcus followed her to the kitchen. She quickly got to work brewing coffee, trying to keep her hands steady. As they sat down at the kitchen table, Ava couldn't help but wonder what Marcus would do if he discovered the lock expert hiding in the spare room. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present moment. She handed Marcus the steaming cup of coffee, her smile warm. "Here you go, enjoy." Marcus took a sip, his eyes closing in appreciation. "Thanks, this is just what I needed." Ava's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered. "I'm glad you like it. I will just... um... go check on something, ‘‘em Paul."