Se connecter( Richard’s POV)I drove immediately to St. Caius Private Hospital.At first when I arrived, it didn't look like a hospital. There were pale stone walls, copper lanterns along the driveway. There was a concierge instead of a receptionist, and they called their patients ‘guests’. I had driven past this place a hundred times, never thinking I’d have a reason to step inside. But now, I have.The rain hasn't stopped. It followed me from my mother’s house, to the detention center and now here, to this hospital. I stared at the building through the blurred windshield for ten seconds before stepping out into the storm. Recently I've decided to discard my convoys. I don't need any of them at this critical time.I went inside the building.The woman at the front desk sat up straight the moment she saw me. I was soaked, my jacket heavy with water, looking so serious and terrifying, a look which can make people nervous."Good evening, sir.""I'm looking for Oma Johnson," I interrupted. "She was
Richard's POVThe rain came out of nowhere.One minute the road was bone-dry, and the next, the sky just opened up. My windshield wipers swung back and forth in a frantic rhythm that matched the panic in my chest. I leaned over the wheel and kept driving; my eyes glued to the blurry road.I could feel the signed papers in my jacket pocket. Every time I breathed; the edge of the envelope pressed against my ribs. I had checked for them three times since leaving my mother’s house. I kept touching my chest just to make sure they were still intact. But I couldn't stop thinking about how easily my mother had handed them over to me.My mother’s face wouldn't leave my mind. I’d seen her in every mood, proud, angry and cold. But tonight, it was different. She looked like a person who had already finished a math problem before I even walked into the room. She didn't sign those papers because my words moved her. She signed them because it fit a plan she was already working on.My mother didn'
(Richard’s Pov )I told myself I was ready.The whole drive over to my mother's house was overwhelming. I rehearsed my speech, going through every argument and angle, picking out careful sentences meant to get what I needed without having to beg. By the time I turned into our estate street, I’d run through the words so many times to an extent they had started to lose their meaning.Then I parked the car and just sat there, letting the truth catch up with me.I wasn’t ready, composed or was the son she had built from the ground up, or the one who could walk into any room and own it. I was completely different.I was just a devastated man who had left a woman burning with fever on a thin detention cot. I was sitting outside my mother’s house in mismatched shoes, praying she wouldn’t make this difficult.I got out of the car, and moved towards the main building.The housekeeper saw me at the gate and opened it without a word.The look on her face told me everything. I needed to know abou
POV: RichardImmediately I came back into the house, on reaching my bedroom. The phone rang, I checked it was 3:14pm. I pulled my hands into the pocket, still in my dress shirt from the day, my mind blurring on the loop of legal statutes and Nora’s haunting perfume. I didn't want to pick the call due to tiredness but I had to.I fumbled for the device on the nightstand, my heart already not settled… then I saw the caller ID."Sergeant?" I rasped, with my voice curled in surprise. I picked up the phone."Mr. Jones, this is Sergeant Xavier at the detention center."I sat bolt upright as the situation suddenly felt like something was up already."Yes, this is Richard Jones, what happened please? Any news?"“Your victim with us here is very down right now.”“Who?”“Oma?” I asked with my eyes wide open."Yes, it’s not a physical altercation, sir. It’s an outbreak. We’ve had a viral meningitis strain hitting some of our culprits here and one of the inmates here related to you, is not resp
Richard’s POVI didn't plan to run into Nora.I came back to the family house the next morning for one reason only, to collect the signed contract copies my mother's attorney had left at the front desk five minutes ago. That was the plan.I walked down the east corridor toward the study when I heard heels on the marble.Then I looked up…. It was Nora.She was coming from the direction of the guest suite, dressed in silk blouse, tailored trousers, her hair falling perfectly around her shoulders like she owned the place. She was holding a coffee cup in one hand and her phone in the other, and she looked so completely at home in this house, and that snapped something inside me. “How dare she claim my loyalty, when I have not given it to her? What is she still doing here?”Before she even opened her mouth, she saw me coming towards the same direction and then, she slowed down.“Oh, look who we have here!” She said with that small smile at the corner of her lips."Richy, Good morn….""I do
Oma's POV The news came through the channel Ned arranged.Nora is inside the house and Mrs. Elizabeth welcomed her last night.I read it twice and then I folded it back up and held it in my fist.I knew Nora was in that house now. Finally fulfilled, but how about Richard? I could also feel he was forced to do this.I sat with that for a long time and I heard them. Footsteps in the corridor outside the visitation room. More than two footsteps, the sound that reached through walls and grabbed you by the heart before your brain even caught up.I wasn't expecting anyone now.I was on my feet before the door opened.Richard walked in first, and behind him was Ned, and he was carrying her… my baby, wrapped in a yellow blanket, her small face turned outward, her eyes blinking slowly at the harsh fluorescent light.I forgot how to speak. I forgot where I was. I never expected anyone to come visiting today. Besides, today was not a visiting day.I crossed the room in three steps and Ned gave
(Richard’s POV)I gripped the steering wheel so hard my fingers began to throb. The leather of the steering felt like peeling off my skin, but my palms were dripping with sweat. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but I couldn't focus properly. It kept sliding away, blurring like a messy water fa
We just got home from the hospital, after I fainted, where I spent a few days.Mrs. Elizabeth Arthur sent an invitation to her son few days later after the robbery attack.She delivered the invitation on a Thursday afternoon with Richard's full name on the front of his mother’s invitation card.Ins
The drive back from the hospital was supposed to take fifteen minutes.I had the baby in her car seat beside me, one hand resting lightly on the edge of it, the way I always did in the car, just present. She had sailed through her checkup. The pediatrician had said she was in perfect health conditi
(Ned’s Apartment)Knock! knock!Ned wasn't expecting anyone.He had been on his sofa for the past hour with a cold beer and a case file open on the cushion beside him, doing the thing he rarely got to do.There were no calls from Richard, no DA correspondence, or Mercer trail. Just a quiet Thurs







