Carella tried to control her breath that was coming out very shallow.
The folded white cane drops from her hands as she placed one on her chest and the other at the back of the front seat to help herself sit up.She was shaking terriblly and she feared she would never calm down.The feeling was intence. Tears where streaming down her cheeks and her sweat made the bridge of her nose very uncomfortable, so she removed the glasses her trew them on the other side of the seat.Her hands back on her chest, she sobbed like there was no yesterday and there will be no tomorrow.She felt so scared. She closed her eyes shut to prevent the memory of the explosion. It had left her with a truman she didn't dare tell anyone other than her late husband. Not even Mark. But today, he saw her at her lowest.Mark was flustered by the situation. He has never once seen his madam break down like this infront of him. If she wanted to cry and let her fears get the best of her,Carella waited in patience for Heather to speak. At first, Carella wanted to tell the other woman to turn around and walk out of her house. What ever happened to mama Sophia should not be connected to her in anyway. Because, if Carella really was the reason her mama Sophia got murdered, then she would never forgive herself.But, of she doesn't turn Heather away, then, not knowing what the other woman was about to tell her would probably haunt her for the rest of her life.So, Carella took a deep breath and waited for Heather to speak.Heather cleared her throat."Carella, thank you for deciding to listen to me..." Heather hesitantly looked at Mark, who was standing right behind Carella like he always does and cleared her throat again."I... I actually came here to do a story about the Kanzel and his missing case related to you but, Mama Sophia's death has been bothering me a lot..."Listen, you and i both know that Mama Sophia would never jave enemies and her murder was so sudden.
Mark looked at Carella as she excitedly sighed the papers her distributer handed her. Mark held her hand to position it over the space she is supposed to sighed and pressed her pen lightly against the paper.Taking that as he cue, Carella signed her signature and handed the distributer the paper back. Mark watched the men load all the prepared flowers in the back of the container and drive away."They're gone." Mark commented and Carella nodded her head."Finally." She whispered as she tried to hold her tears back. It felt impossible to get back to distributing her flowers in the past couple of month. Most of her clients had left her for another distributer and some had even threatened to sue her for not delivering. Mark had to take care of those threats and tried to help her keep her clients. But, only few loyal ones' remained as her client.Even though the loss of so many clients had really knocked Carella to a sore mood, she worked hard each day to take care of her flowers an
Kanzel looked at the pictures on top of his desk with a full force frown on his face.It was a picture of Carella Jones walking with her son Brian and the man that was always by her side Mark. Kanzel studied the picture well until his head started to pound. Why does he always gets mix feeling when ever he looks at the blind woman with her son? And why does that blind woman remind him so much of the woman he lost?Kanzel sighed and leaned back on his chair with Carellas' picture still in his hand.His eyes then shifted to the picture frame on his desk. He hated the mixed feelings he was experiencing. But, as one of his me came knocking on his office door, he slipped Carellas' picture into his top drawer and invited the knocker to come in.One of his men came in, dragging a very thin boy and dropped him at the center of the room.Kanzel raised his left brow at the man he had sent to bring him the drug dealer that was threatening to take his customers away."What do you expect me to do
"Wait!"Heather called out and stopped Luther from leavingHe turned around to look at her with pupy eyes and she sighed after looking down at the folder he just gave her.She sighed again before turning around to unlock her door and walk in. She left the door wide open as she went inside and Luther took it as invitation to follow her in.He softly closed the door and looked around to find he appartment messy. Just like the old days.Luther smiled as he moved around the living room to pick up her clothes that were lying all over the place and dumped them in a basket near her washer.Then, he continued on to go through her kitchen and organize her messy dishes while waiting for her to come out.Heather changed of her dress and sat on her bed while looking at the folder her gave her. She didn't have to look at him to know what he was doing. If he is still the guy she remembered, then he would probably be cleaning her house.Heather smiled at the
Heather looked at herself through length mirror as she turned from side to side to get different angles.She wore a red skin tight dress that drops down to her knee with a low cut at her cleveage.Heather realised her hair from the bun and pulled it over her left shoulder. Then she pulled it over to her right, wondering which side would be better.It has been almost two hours since she started getting ready and is still yet to choose the dress.She has tried mini-skirt, long evening gown, short shorts with hot pink tank top...all her clothes were laying on her bed and some on the floor of her room as she goes through them again to look for the perfect thing to wear to her date.Date? Since when did she get excited to see her ex? This is nothing but a business meeting and she promised herself not to make anything out of it. She has spent the last decade turning Luther down, why would she accept him now?Heather shook her head as she took off the red dres
It looks like some woman was there the night sophia was killed.Heather thought to herself as she looked at the security feed she got from a shop across the street from sophia's herb shop.But who the hell is she? And why does she look familiar?Heather tried to zoom in but the video was too blur to make out the face of the woman. Heather made a frustrated voice as she spined herself in circles on her chair.Heather already knows that this is not a robbery because the killer didn't take anything from the shop. All the money and herbs haven't been touched. If it was a robery, why would they kill a blind woman when she can't even see who they are.Heather played the video again for the tenth time and narrowed her eyes to look closer.The woman on the video entered the store and left with in five minutes and her steps were faster when she walked out. After the woman left, no one else came to Sophia's shop until one of her clients passed by and saw her on t