Todos os capítulos de Too Late: She Is Gone With Your Baby: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Chapter 161. Hurt for MeADRIANMensah drove. Sirens and lights flooded. Aria in the back with her phone pressed to her ear, ringing Julian, ringing Julian, ringing Julian. No answer. I had my phone in my hand with the alarm still on the screen. Children’s bedroom red. "How long?" I said."Twelve minutes," Mensah said."Make it less."She put her foot down. I rang the house. Nobody answered. I rang Ethan. Ethan answered on the first ring, running, out of breath."Car on fire outside the front gate," he said. "Twenty minutes ago. Half the men went to it. Then the power went. I'm at the front now. I'm going round the..."The line cut out. Aria made a sound in the back seat I'll never forget. Nine minutes. The gates were open. Men everywhere at the front. Torches. A burning car on the road behind them, black smoke going up. I was out before Mensah stopped.The front door was open. The hall was dark. A guard was

Chapter 163. The Third PieceJULIANThey put my wrist back in a cast. A new one. Bigger. Blue this time, because the nurse said the white ones were out. Two more cracked ribs. That makes four. The doctor said it like I'd won something. A bump on the back of my head the size of an egg. I don't remember getting it. I remember the man's knee. Then the grass. Then nothing.Then Aria's voice, very far away, saying my name. I was alright. That's what everyone kept telling me. You're alright, Mr. Hale. Like if they said it enough, I'd believe it.My room was across the corridor from Adrian's.Both doors were open. Rule three, Eli had told the nurses. No closed doors about me. The nurses had looked at each other and left them open.So I could see straight in. Adrian was propped up on pillows. Grey. A bandage across his nose. He looked terrible. Eli was in the chair next to his bed.Not on his lap. Not holding his hand. Just in the chair. Close. His notebook

Chapter 165. Will You Stay?VIVIANMy mother was in the garden room with her tea, like it was any other Tuesday. Cup and saucer. The good china. A plate of the little lemon biscuits she buys from the place in town and pretends she made. The radio on low.She looked up when I came in and smiled."Darling. You didn't call.""No.""Sit down. I'll get another cup.""Don't."She stopped halfway out of her chair. I didn't sit. I stood in the doorway with my car keys in my hand. I hadn't even taken my coat off. "Detective Mensah rang me an hour ago," I said. Her smile stayed. It just stopped meaning anything."Oh?""Marcus Webb talked. In the police station. For four hours." I watched her face. "At the end, they asked if anyone had paid him this summer. Do you know what he said?"She put her cup down on the saucer. Very carefully. No sound."He said, Ask Mrs. Laurent."My mother looked at the window.

Chapter 167. Don't FollowARIAHe woke by six o’clock in the morning. I was still in the chair. I hadn't slept. I'd sat there all night with my coat over my knees, looking at the window going from black to grey. He opened his eyes and saw me and his whole face changed."You're here.""I've been here all night.""Is Eli...""Asleep. With Julian. Across the corridor."He let out a breath. Then he looked at me properly. At my eyes. They must have been red. I hadn't looked."What's wrong?"I'd practised this. Between three and four in the morning. All the ways to say it.I didn't use any of them."I remember," I said.He went still."Remember what?""Everything."He didn't move. He didn't even blink. "The contract," I said. "The table with the lawyers. You not looking at me. The kitchen at two in the morning when you made tea with too much milk and stayed until I finished mine.

Chapter 169: Elena Aria ValeARIAMy own front door has a scratch on it at knee height. Eli did it two years ago with his scooter. I used to be cross about it. Now, every time I put my key in the lock, I touch it with my thumb. It's ours and it's still here.We've been home five weeks. The flat is the same, and it small. Third floor. The lift is broken more than it works. The kitchen tap drips if you don't turn it all the way. The dinosaur nightlight is back in Eli's room, the right colour, and he says the other one was "fine for a hotel but not for real life."The studio is the same too. Two streets away, above a shop that sells phone cases. It smells of rosin and old carpet. Adaeze had a key cut while we were away and kept it open for the students. When I walked in on the first Monday, she was teaching a girl of eight how to hold her bow, and she looked up and said, "You're late," and went back to the girl.That was all. I nearly cried.The orchestra came