Jake pursed his lips.
He’ll agree. I have a feeling.
“I’m sorry, Adelaide.”
“Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll go with or without you.”
Turning around, I strutted towards the door.
“Wait!”
I smiled.
Jake dragged himself to me. I looked up with one raised brow. “I’ll help you, just don’t go alone or that husband of yours will kill me.”
Maybe if he killed me, he’d stop keeping secrets from me.
“Thank you,” I squeezed his arm.
“You’re one stubborn woman, has anyone told you that?”
I shook my head. “Nope, but I’m glad I am.”
“Can I ask you for another favour?”
Jake put his hands up in defense. “Take all my money and leave me alone.”
Rolling my eyes, I nudged him. “Can I see the files from my parents' accident?”
He sobered up. “What’s in that document isn’t for you to see.”
“It’s about my parents,” I pushed. “The same parents I thought died accidentally and not because of my aunt.”
A beat passed.
“Alright,” he said. “Follow me.”
We walked back to his cubicle where he pulled out a white coloured file.
Handing it to me, he turned away to give me a moment of privacy.
Photo by photo, paper by paper, word by word, each piece became nauseating and by the time I was done reading, my stomach emptied itself of all its contents.
I dressed in an all-black pantsuit.
Gone was my wedding ring and in replacement were two naked dorsals complaining about being adorned.
Christian wasn’t home when I got back from the station. Not that I was complaining, it made it easier to get my clothes from the closet and look at the board one last time.
My nerves aligned themselves along the skin of my body, taking turns jumping and running—a little tournament of some sorts. I hadn’t eaten anything from the panic ensuing inside.
A dozen messages from Osama and multiple calls fromHasan demanded I leave my phone at home. To succeed, they needed to remain uninformed.
Rowlen attached a small device to my wedding ring, all I had to do was press it and they’d be within a heartbeat—or at least that’s what he told me.
When I put the address into my phone, my brain came up with multiple routes to get there, envisioning the number of gas stations I’d pass, or what kind of stores I’d see. There were seven gas stations on the way here, and a Barnes and Noble right before driving into the woods. If I hadn’t mentally driven through the area over eight times, I would’ve been terrified at how I was alone at nine-thirty in the evening.
Passing a couple of other hidden houses, I parked in front of the large brown and white mansion’s garage.
