Masuk"I'm coming, Oma."I whispered the words into the stale air of the car, my knuckles white as I fought the steering wheel. The drive to the airport was a blur of neon streetlights and reckless near-misses. Every red light felt like a personal insult, a deliberate attempt by the universe to keep me from the only place I belonged. The slow-moving taxis in front of me felt like physical barriers my mother had placed there herself, just another obstacle in a lifetime of curated interference. By the time I screeched into the terminal parking, my shirt was plastered to my back with cold sweat, and my hands were cramping, locked into the shape of the wheel.I didn't bother parking properly; I shoved the car into a space and sprinted toward the sliding glass doors. The airport terminal was humming with its usual frantic late-night energy—the scent of burnt coffee, the monotone drone of flight announcers, and the aimless, rushing tide of travellers."Richard!"I spun around, scanning the crowd
(Pov Nora)I arrived at the Jones house. I had been calling Richard for five days. Five days of silence and his mother telling me he was "resting" or "recovering."I wasn't a fool. You don't rest for five days without picking up a phone unless you are dead or hiding.I walked into the room, I saw his mother Elizabeth Jones and her face a mask of perfect, cold poise. She looked at me as if I were a smudge on her expensive wallpaper."Where is he, Mrs Jones?" I snapped. My fingers dug into my leather handbag so hard the skin of my knuckles turned white. "I’m tired of the games. I know he isn't sleeping."Richard's mother poured a cup of tea for herself as she responded."He left, Nora. He’s back at his own house. I suppose he needed to pack his things before the move.""He just left? Without you calling me? Without even a word?""He has a lot on his mind," Richard's mother said smoothly, her eyes meeting mine with a warning glint. "If I were you, I’d go remind him what he’s about to l
POV: RichardThe car was quiet for a moment after Ned finished talking. He told me everything he knew, his suspicions of what he thought was going on, and how he had hired Cole to make some investigations.I sat there quietly, trying to assimilate everything he had just said and let it settle. Oma has left for Oakhaven for her family over a phone call from Benson telling her about an accident that Cole's people couldn't find any hospital record of."She went alone?" I asked feeling straight away that there was something not right about it."Yes, yesterday's morning," Ned said. "She took Maya with her.""And you're telling me there was no accident." I asked as my heart began to beat faster following the implication of what could be at stake."No record of it anywhere according Cole’s investigation," Ned said. "Not at Oakhaven General or at any facility within twenty miles of the Johnson house."I looked at the road ahead as I heaved a kind of knowing sigh. "So, someone called her with
(POV: Richard)The knock came at half past eight.I was sitting on the edge of the bed fully dressed, staring at the carpet. I had been dressed since morning, not because I had anywhere to go, but because putting on clothes felt like the only decision in this house that still belonged to me.Two of my mother's security guards opened the door."Sir," the taller one said. "There is a visitor downstairs."I looked up at him. "Who?"They looked at each other briefly."Who is it?" I asked again."You should come down now sir."I looked at them for a long moment. Then I stood up and we all went downstairs.---I heard Ned's voice before I saw him.I was halfway down the stairs when I heard his voice. I stopped on the step and held the banister.Then I kept walking.Ned was standing in the centre of the sitting room with his jacket on and his hands in his pockets. My mother was beside him, like she was managing the conversation."He has been resting," she was saying smoothly. "He really shou
( POV Ned)I loosened my white-knuckled grip on the stone ledge and let myself drop. The fall was only a few feet, but the impact sent a jolt of pure lightning through my ribs. I stumbled, pressing my shoulder against the rough brick wall of the estate to keep from collapsing. I stood there for a long minute, eyes squeezed shut, forcing my lungs to expand and contract until the world stopped spinning.I couldn't do this from the shadows anymore. Slyness had served its purpose, but to get Richard out, I had to walk through the front door.I brushed the damp garden soil off my palms, adjusted my heavy coat to ensure the thick layers of medical gauze were hidden, and smoothed my hair. I took a breath that tasted of rain and expensive straw, then rounded the corner toward the grand entrance.I didn't sneak, I didn't hesitate. I marched up the marble steps and hammered on the massive oak door.The heavy door creaked open, and a young maid, one I remembered from the summer galas, stared at
(Ned's Pov)The cold night air bit through the bandages around my ribs as I shuffled across the wet ground. Each step felt like a dull blade scraping along my side, a rhythmic reminder of the price I’d paid to get this far. I stayed low, making my way through the thick shadows of the ancient oaks that encircled the Jones estate. From a distance, I stared at the front gate, a towering iron barrier that looked more like the entrance to a mausoleum than a family home.One of the guards, a man named Nobert who had seen me trailing after Richard for years, stepped out of the cubicle. He recognized me instantly."I need to see Mrs. Jones," I told him, fighting to keep my voice level despite the burning sensation in my chest. "It’s urgent business regarding the firm.""Please," I added, the word tasting like ash.Nobert didn't even look at his clipboard. He knew my face; I was part of the furniture in Richard’s world. He just nodded and buzzed the tiny side gate open. "Make it quick, Ned. Sh
"Are you ready?" Richard asked.I’ve been a soldier’s daughter my whole life, Richard, I said with determination, my eyes meeting his with a newfound steel. It’s time I started acting like the commander. Richard smiled once again, and planted a light kiss on my forehead. “Then let’s go”.The Hall
Miller looked around the shop. His eyes lingered on the discarded walking stick, then on a smear of red on the edge of a mahogany table. He walked over to it, touched it with a gloved finger, and looked back at Bonny. The silence stretched, thin and brittle."Seems like a lot of excitement for a Tu
Richard stood alone in the wreckage of the bookshop. He leaned against the heavy oak desk, his lungs burning, his hand shaking as he wiped a smear of blood from his cheek. The silence rushed back in, heavy and thick with the scent of old paper.He walked toward the alcove, his heart hammering again
Richard didn't flinch. He stood in the center of the room, the dim orange glow of the woodstove casting long, voracious shadows across his face. He looked like a man who had already died once and found the experience liberating. In his right hand, he gripped the silver-headed walking stick Bonny ha







