The Retreat Sarah Pearse Novels & Stories

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Catherine said calmly while trying her best to suppress her emotions. Melanie chuckled. “Alright, maybe you don’t know about this yet but the woman in the photo is Sarah Neeson. She’s not dead.” “What nonsense is that?” Catherine frowned. How could that be possible? Sarah had been dead for a long time. “I’m telling the truth. I’ve seen Sarah in person before and that’s definitely her. Besides, I’ve looked into it. Sarah didn’t actually die abroad back then. She returned home a few days ago. Shaun, Rodney, and Chester are spending time with her every day, treating her like a princess. Oh right, I saw with my own eyes that she was walking out of the hotel room with Shaun yesterday morning. Wha

“By the way, Sarah, why did you invite me to the Snuggle app? I mean, we’re not particularly close friends or anything.” Sarah paused, mischief twinkling in her eyes as they met mine. “Ah, Mr. Walters, you certainly have a curious nature,” she chuckled. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. The moment you fired May Wolfe for disappointing a client, I knew things with Lucille Hall did not work out. I was hopeful that with Snuggle in the picture, things would be different.” I nodded, acknowledging Sarah’s perceptive observation. “You have quite the keen eye, Sarah. I appreciate your insight and thank you for inviting me to Snuggle.”

She was actually counting on the beasts of the forest to get her rid of the body, as she dug a shallow grave. All dirty of the mud she put on her mother’s fragile body Sarah took her shovel and left the woods still looking over her shoulder. Miron’s story On my way back to London I had a lot to think about. I needed another strategy to get Rita out of there. I was counting on Belle’s help but it was too hard to advance. Sarah was always one step ahead of us. It is time I put a stop on that. I arranged to meet with Jack as soon as I get home. He has to elaborate some kind of a plan to put an end on this. I didn’t even get into town that my cell rang. Jack was calling me earlier.

Is this a reenactment of my life scene? Then Sarah was shown a scene in which she and Hayden kissed in front of a large mansion with walls covered with neatly arranged vines. She wore beautiful dresses. Her day was served by a butler with a mustache, and a maid with her hair in two braids. Every now and then, she practiced her swordsmanship in the mansion's backyard which was filled with beautiful flowers blooming – in contrast to her dry backyard. After living in the mansion for some time, Sarah saw Hayden married to a beautiful woman who seemed happy. Her heart ached when she saw that scene. At night, she had cried because Hayden married another woman when she was alone in the big mansion.