The limo makes a stop in an unfamiliar jungle, and I am hauled out of the car with Angel buckled between my hand and my chest. The kid is terrified to death, and I am a nervous wreck too. I howled in the limo until I gave up, because all these two monsters did was laugh and mock at my panic and despondency. They said it was my end, that I wouldn't even see the setting of the sun, but I am hanging on the tiny thread of hope that Andy heard our conversation. If he did, he is almost nearby. He is going to save us. If he didn't, then I don't know if I can fight these two armed murderers, but I am surely not dying without a fight. In this desolate, arid jungle where not even flies can be spotted, the two murderers stand before me, guns in their hands. I put my daughter to the ground and pushed her to my back, fretting about the trauma she is going through right now and the more to come. I watch as Maria heaves her hand and points her gun to my head, but I stay put, the oscillation ceasing

An hour later!I'm here at the hospital with a bandaged, pounding head and a depleted self, struggling to control the restless and uncomfortable, anxious Andy. His wound on his right upper arm is badly bleeding, and his white t-shirt has deviated to a red color. He has vetoed being touched by any doctor, and all he has been doing for the last hour since we arrived in this hospital is pacing back and forth outside of the room where Angel is being attended to by a team of doctors. He does not care about his own well-being at all, but that of his daughter. His life is not important, but his precious daughter's. He is squirming uncontrollably with impatience and fear. He can't stand still even for a minute, and mellowing him down has been one of the most impossible things I have ever experienced."Andy, please! Angel will be fine. Try to calm down." I mumbled for the thousandth time. "Calm down, Ania? My daughter was barely breathing when I handed her to the doctors. It's been an hour no

"Don't you at least need to sit down, babe? You are pacing too much, and that is not good for you." Andy says. Huh! See why I refused to tell him right away? What will pacing do to a one-month-old foetus? Goodness! I have heard stories of expectant women participating in and winning running marathons. But to Adrian Ashton, pacing, standing, or anything at all except eating is not good for me. Leave aside that for now, because I know I have not seen anything yet, but how on earth can even I stop this freaking pacing if no one is picking up my calls for the tenth time back at home? Where the heck is that family of mine when I need them the most? "Still no response, Andy! What are we going to do?" I ask, worry washing over me. My twin sisters are the only hope we have right now to save Angel, but I can't get a hold of them. Who the hell is with that damn phone? "Relax, babe! Just sit first." Huh, this Andy again. He guides me to the leather seat and assists me to crouch down with ca

My family pulls me for a family bear hug the moment they get out of the car. I missed them so much, and I am so glad that they have arrived safely. I was really worried because Damian is still on the loose. You can't trust crazy maniacs like him. You just can't tell what way they would use to get back at you. But finally, I am at peace. I pill away, and their eyes fall to the bandage on my head, my mother's hands travelling to it. "My dear." "How are you all?" "We are okay, Tania. How are you?" Father responds? "I'm okay. We are okay." "Hi, everyone." Andy greets me from behind me and allows them to exchange pleasantries. He still hasn't said anything about Angel, and I am afraid of asking him anything. I fear for the poor kid, and I want to believe that he is just going through an emotional crisis that won't last long. "Babe?" He calls, and I look up at him, Mina and Mira standing beside him. "I'll just show them to the doctor." He explains. "Okay." I respond, and then he tu

"So, we have this entire house to ourselves, baby." Andy says this as we make our way out of the shower in our master bedroom. Apparently, he bought a new house for my family to stay in, as we couldn't have accommodated them all here. Well, we would have, but he just has some stringent beliefs of his, which I concede. Like, how could we let my parents sleep in a room that has been used? It's not right. I applaud him for his wise sentiments. We haven't discussed anything with them yet because they suggested we get a little sleep and some freshening up first before we can talk. Sleep huh! It's not like there is a case or a motion to dispute it. It's just the formal introduction and some clarifications here and there. Mina and Mira needed a lot of rest too, so my parents chaperoned them to the house Andy got for them, while Rita and Ambrose stayed back to watch Angel. We don't have much time since we know Angel will inquire about us when she wakes up, but our desires can't just let thi