Semua Bab Against all odds: Bab 41 - Bab 50

 Miron’s story As much as I repeated that name my mind refused to believe she could be capable of such a thing. But I come around and ask myself, why not? She stood under my roof for so many ears, ate with me at the same table, even giving me advice, and now?

Rita’s storyI know now that there are four weeks since I have been taken. Sarah had the decency at least to tell me how long has it passed. I don’t know if Miron gave up on me, I haven’t heard from him and neither Sarah called him. My heart tells me that he is still looking for me. Oh, God, please do a miracle so that he could find me. I can no longer resist here.I spend the last two days thinking of him, of his sweet face, his gorgeous hazel eyes, his way of loving me, sometimes gentle sometimes rough. The day of my accident was so long ago but it feels like yesterday. How he stood there, coming every single day to check on me, to make sure I will make it. Then those days passed and we met and I didn’t believe he was him because I was blind. How stupid of me. I could have recognized him from his low voice. But I was too busy with the fact that I survived and nothing really cared anymore. Finally when I realized who he was a big storm broke out into my soul. I was always wondering h

Miron's storyBy Gloria's reaction, I could tell something broke inside her. She loved Rita like a daughter so she could not accept what I just told her. Little by little tears made their way freely on her riddled cheeks and she was balancing her head refusing to believe. - No, no, Miron please tell me this a bad joke. She is well at your house and I am begging you to take me to see her. I need to see her. - Grace... - No, you are lying! You have to be. Paul...Paul Smith was motionless as a stone, fixing me with wonder eyes. I am sure this is too hard to handle for them and I hate myself for breaking this news to them, but I had no choice. Grace was not talking anymore and her eyes expressed a sadness I had seen only at her son’s death. - Paul, please get it together. I need you to help me. - I am ok, son; just tell me what you need. - I need your connections in the Secret Services, someone that can help me locate Rita. - I will help you, of course, I

 Miron's story Today another riddle came on my phone.  Jack hasn't been able to track them down again as Sarah never called. I guess she kind of figured this out as she decided to move Rita to another place. All this is making me crazy, not knowing what is going on, what if Rita can take this any further. Corrine, Sam, and Peter are also here. I needed Corrine to help me uncover the answer to the riddle. This time it is a little bit hard because it involves things from her past, things I cannot know. So I need Corrine's philological mind to help me. I trust her to read between the

 Miron’s story All six of us remained petrified in front of the grave. We knew Pamela died in that car accident the night I met Rita, but we had no clue what so ever about her mother’s faith. Her name was Lucy and I see she had fifty-six years old when she passed away. I wonder what happened to her. What was her story?