ConfusionPeter was completely baffled about the behavior of his wife. He pitches to hire a couple of detectives to search her past yet he strongly felt protective too. He feels it his duty to learn about her on his own and according to what becomes available to him. He frowns looking towards the other bedroom rooms wondering…The only one who can answer him just run like her life depended on. He was a hard driven man who dealt with any problem that comes his way but he should find ways to understand the woman who caught him. One moment passionate fire than that fear…why?Rubbing his face while he keeps trying to figure out the possible reason for that fear and why was there such sadness with the blink of an eye“Sammy Hoffman, who are you gypsy?” the questioned echoes in the room unanswered.Sammy sat naked on her bed; her shaken legs had barely carried her to the bed when she had taken flight. Her body shook wit

Secrets….ShadowsSammy sits there carefully thinking about what she just learned in the last couple of minutes. She came home but was it home?First, the woman in the kitchen was shocked seeing her.Second, who was the woman? She suggested she was her godmother.Third Uncle Harold and she have objections about her returned. Whatever was going on here, she was raised in this house and she felt certain.Just sitting there while her mind was whirling a mile a minute trying to figure out the situation she was now in. Really just not so long ago finding herself lost in Cape Town, instinct showed her the path to this house. Could she just be over-tired or was something amiss here? Is it safe to stay here?Sammy slips from the house, practically sneaking away from the woman who was over loading her with attention. The interrogation of her traveling through the country was too intense to her liking. It sometimes felt like the woman w

The past…The present Sammy stood in her usual spot in front of the window overlooking the city of Cape Town. The city was still drenched in pouring rain. Her hand was wrapped around the hot cup of coffee. It took a while before she realized silent tears were streaming down her face. “Now why is that?” she softly questions herself. “Peter…” How, Why. She shook her head completely unsure what to think of the man. She knows she found him at Anna’s place but sometimes he talk like he met her somewhere else too. This really puzzles her. “I don’t understand…” she said as usual to herself only to hear the echo of her voice bounced around in the spacious room. She turned and looked at the apartment again, as this was also another puzzle she doesn’t have a clue how to solve. The sadness that somehow now stayed with her clawed around her heart then suddenly startled she watched almost hypnotize

Web of Deception “Sammy I shouldn’t have asked that question,” “No, don’t be sorry. Your question deserves an answer. Let me tell you a secret as far as I can recall. I must admit my memory sometimes was a bit fuzzy. I once had a crush on this slightly older boy. I was crazy about him. He was the type of boy that’s any girl’s dream boat, excuse the expression. I remember there were white hospital walls and I still eagerly looked for him but I soon learned he run away leaving me behind and crashing all my dreams of us being together.” Sammy suddenly stood no longer in the mood for the whole conversation. She just wants to be alone. Peter watched her go but did nothing to stop her. Sammy inserted her key into the lock and entered the apartment. Earlier telling Peter that story made her concern as to the whereabouts’ of that tale. It just over familiar popped into her memory. Stepping into the place firstly annoyed and secretly p

The role of personal assistantSammy wears the faintest smile while she spoke casting Peter the strangest look he was alert to catch but unable to understand. She did notice his eyes glittering suddenly intrigued.“I must go but I will be coming to you Sammy. Make sure you stay awake.” Victor said in his usual ordering voice.“Its fine, in the meantime I will fill my day finding that characters that hounded me and hear what they have to say.”Sammy casually watched Victor leave clearly annoyed. Her eyes catch a smirking Peter watching her, instinctively knowing he would remark about Victor’s behavior.“The floor is yours, Peter”Sammy faces him now fully while she itched to smack him to remove that devilishly twinkling glint from his eyes.“Can I kiss you?”He immediately stood coming towards her. He suddenly looked like a man on the prowl.“Definitely