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**Raven** The moment Eino and Venla left, I felt a strange unease settle in my chest. I hurried back home, eager to review the footage from the cameras. My mind raced with possibilities, but the first thing I did was search for my wife. Irene mentioned she was in Patricia’s room. I approached the door, my heart softening as I knocked gently and pushed it open. There they were—my two girls, sleeping peacefully. Patricia clung to her oversized Stitch plushie, her tiny fingers gripping it tightly, while Hyacinth lay curled under a fleece blanket, her breathing steady and calm. The sight of them safe and sound was a balm to my restless soul. I tiptoed closer, brushing a strand of hair from Hyacinth’s face before leaning down to press a tender kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. Reluctantly, I left the room and made my way to our bedroom. Inside, I opened the hidden cabinet with the sliding door and began reviewing the footage. My stomach dropped when I notice

***Hyacinth***Flowers. Black Calla Lilies. They looked beautiful, but I knew that Raven hadn’t ordered them. He would always pick fresh flowers from the garden, arrange them in a vase for me, or hand me the best one he could find. But this? We didn’t have these in our garden.I watched as Irene took them away. They hadn’t realized I’d seen them, and my husband was holding a letter. He slid it into his pocket. I knew for a fact he would still hide it from me. He wouldn’t let me read it.“Hyacinth,” Patricia called. “I think we should start preparing now so we can pack up and leave by tomorrow.”“Alright, I still feel really lazy,” I said, yawning as I approached my husband. He gave me a gentle kiss on my temple, and I felt his hand pat my butt. I returned the gesture, patting his full butt in return. It was adorable how he flushed whenever I did that. I winked at him as he shook his head.“So, I was wondering if I should go with you,” Penny suggested.“Well, you plan to tag along on s

***Hyacinth***The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the city as my husband left for a brief meeting, leaving Patricia and me to our own devices. We had just enjoyed a hearty meal, and now, with our fur coats wrapped snugly around us, thick tights, and winter boots protecting us from the chill, we were ready to take on the day. My mother-in-law, the meticulous planner, had already curated our wardrobes for the season, ensuring we were prepared for every social event and occasion. Patricia, my ever-reluctant best friend, had initially refused to join me for the upcoming gala, but I had managed to persuade her. After all, what’s a gala without your partner-in-crime?We were set to stay in the city for two or three months, and our schedule was packed to the brim. There was little room for boredom between self-defense classes, Finnish language lessons, and social engagements. Patricia, the brains of our duo, had already mapped out our days with military precision.As we strolled throug

***Patricia***My mental health is hanging by a thread. I’m barely holding it together, yet here I am, trying to advise my best friend, Hyacinth, who’s even more unstable than I am. The weight of her daily trauma makes my struggles feel almost trivial in comparison. Just this morning, I was lost in the fantasy world of my ebook, a temporary escape from reality. Now? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, conjuring up countless scenarios of how to catch the bastard who’s been tormenting us. I imagine shoving his face into a cloud of pollen, watching him suffer as Hyacinth has suffered. The thought brings me a twisted sense of satisfaction.I sighed deeply, my fingers drumming restlessly on the coffee table. My eyes flicked to Seth as he placed a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka in front of me. His calm demeanor was both comforting and irritating. “Miss,” he said, his voice steady, “I think you need to work on your flexibility. Hyacinth is used to beatings. You’re not.”I frowned, my pride stingi

***Raven***Sleep eluded me entirely after I finished reading Hyacinth’s journal. My mind raced, piecing together every fragment of information, every clue. The thought that it could be Anthony gnawed at me, but I dismissed it. She was always safe when Anthony was around. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe. My suspicions shifted to Eino. His background was sparse, but what I knew painted a picture of a privileged young man dabbling in astrology—a rich kid with a penchant for exploring the world. His family had recently ventured into home security systems—cameras, digital surveillance, the works. I’d already checked the systems they installed at the cabin and traced their origins. Their sister company, or rather, their small-scale business, seemed innocuous enough. But something about Eino didn’t sit right with me. He was the lead I needed to focus on. “You haven’t slept at all, my love,” Hyacinth’s voice broke through my thoughts. She was bundling up in layers, pulling on a p