Novel & Cerita Mary Surratt Last Words

“Those people did bad things to me, and I did the same. If the law wants to take me, then so be it. I've survived the worst. Prison would be a walk in the park, and death would be heaven for me." She stood, walking toward the window. Outside, the moon hung low over New York’s city lights. “Sherah Farwell died in that cabin.” “What walks now is the reckoning.” She said to herself.

When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…" She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

When I tried once more, the number had turned into a dead line. Just as despair was about to swallow me whole, my phone rang. Margaret's familiar voice rang out on the other end of the line. She sounded choked up as she said, "Don Cursley, I'm so sorry… If I had waited for you to come home on the day of the fire, nothing would've happened to Mrs. Cursley…" She kept apologizing while sobbing, but something in her words felt off. I asked hesitantly, "What do you mean?"

" Never knew what happened to her. Until today." The room held its breath, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Liam's gaze bore into mine, a silent plea hidden behind his weathered features. H tossed a folded piece of paper across the table, and I picked it up, staring into his eyes. As I carefully unfolded it, the words etched on the death certificate came into focus: Michelle Smith—gone, her life extinguished just days after her last journal entry.

She was actually dead. When was the last time they met? What was the last sentence they said to each other?

“I’d rather embrace death than let that man lay a finger on me.” Those were the last words I hurled at him before darkness claimed me.

The officer questioned. I gasped and quickly put my hands over my mouth. Ms. Larisa was dead? Our nice, hard-working housekeeper who liked to make us nice Latina dishes was dead? "My goodness, what happened to her?" Mr. Jonah demanded. "Answer my question," the officer insisted. "I already told you that she left last night around 9 o'clock after making us dinner. Now, tell me what happened to her!" Mr. Jonah yelled at the officers. My nostrils flared and I felt my heart stop in my chest.

, " Hm?" " What did you do to Charles's wife, how did you do it?", " Hmm...well...just...this and that, woman to woman, we know how this thing works", " Ohh, my beautiful wifey", he scooped her off her ground into his arms. Patricia giggled as Ferdinand headed over to their room. ************** " I need to hasten up the signing, have some urgent things to attend to", a tall man standing by the curtain said while staring out at the city through the transparent glass.

He’d sneak pictures of me as I rode by, loudly praise my form, and point out the sunrise with some cheesy romantic line. One of the stable hands played along. "Mr. Moretti, you spoil the Mrs. rotten. Enough to make a man jealous!" I said nothing. Then his phone rang. A special ringtone. "Sorry, baby. Gotta take this. Urgent family business." He gave me a quick peck on the forehead and trotted his horse to the other end of the paddock. I quietly slipped back to the car, where Dante kept his burner phone. The screen was lit up with a synced chat between him and "Kitten."

"Yes?" "Colonel Morrison also wanted me to give you this information," Sergeant Williams said. "The family that was killed last night? Their name was Johnson. Robert Johnson, his wife Sarah, and their two children, Emma and Michael." Austin nodded. "I'm sorry for their deaths, Sergeant. No one deserves to die like that." "There's more," Sergeant Williams continued. "Before they died, little Emma Johnson managed to call 911. The police recording captured her last words." Austin felt a chill run down his spine. "What did she say?"