Mrs. Bonifacio
I couldn’t sleep, I kept tossing around the bed, rolling from one side to the other, my mind seems restless, suddenly I sat up on the bed breathing heavily as beads of sweat trickled down my forehead
”Sweetheart, is everything okay?” I heard my husband asking and turned to see he sat up already with a worried look on his face
I sighed and nodded my head in affirmation, I facepalm myself as so many thought crosses my mind
These past few months have not been easy for me and my husband, the sudden loss of contact we had with our daughter was a huge blow on us, this was not what we planned and it has been so hard for us cause we’ve virtually did everything to find her, even our detectives in Mexico couldn’t track her
We already gave up hope of find g her hoping that one day she’d return to us, but I’m so worried, my baby was pregnant when she left she has not even given birth to her first child, no experience at all I wonder how she’s coping
Is she eating well?
Is she sleeping well?
Is she doing fine?
All these questions won’t stop popping up in my head and giving me sleepless nights I can’t help it anymore
“Don’t you think you’re being too hard on yourself?” My husband asked as he took my palms into his, caressing the back of my palms
“You mean I don’t have the right to be worried?”
“No… that’s not what I said, I mean you should take it easy I don’t want anything to happen to you”
“But I can’t help it, George, I’m so worried about my baby girl I wonder what’s happening with her right now, why do I feel like she’s not okay……?” I burst out in tears
“Come here” My husband widened his arms and I didn’t think twice to engulf him in a warm hug, he has been my pillar of strength since Marrisa left months ago, I don’t know what I would have done if he’s not here with me
“Calm down, we’re going to get through this okay?”
“When will that ever happen, she’s my only child……”
“Nothing will happen to her you just have to be positive minded, God won’t let us down”
“Okay…..” I nodded in tears leaning more into his touch.
I kept on sniffing and slowly I started feeling sleepy, I wanted to fight it since I want to keep on thinking about my daughter but I couldn’t, I get nature was really stringer and wanted me to sleep I closed my eyes and fell asleep
Hours later
The ray of light shun into my eye, I growl and shoved the cotton closed with my left hand, slowly I opened my eyes
“Ahhh….!” A gasp tore from my lips when I look at the time, it’s fucking 10: Am and I’m still in bed
“You were busy crying last night, remember?” My subconscious reminded me, I sighed as the thought of my caught flooded into my mind once again but remembering Mrs. Declan said she would be visiting, I had to drag my lazy ass out of bed
I stood up walking I to the bathroom to do my morning routine, actually, I don’t know why she wanted to visit my family I stopped talking to her months ago cause somehow I felt like all of them hand in hurting my daughter
But I was wrong I knew from the on-set just how much Mrs. Declan loved my daughter as her own and I know they never supported Robert in his stupidity, I was just so angry that I wanted to blame someone for what happened
I guess time has passed and in deed, time heals some wounds, a lot has happened in a couple of months and even though I haven’t seen my daughter, I know I needed to let go of some things, I needed to free some negative energy in other to embrace the good one, that’s why when she called and said she’s coming over for some talk I accepted with a clear mind, after all, she’s not her son and there’s no point keeping grudges.
I brushed my teeth after which I took my bath before stepping out of the bathroom, my husband left for work early.
I walked toward the closet and settled for a long black gown, It was free and it fitted me so well
I don’t have the energy to apply makeup not when my daughter is not with me, finally, I straightened my hair and I was done,
I guess the chef will be setting food in the dining right now, I informed them yesterday that I’ll be having a guest by the time today, I walk down the stairs and was surprised to see Mrs. Declan in the living room waiting I stood on the stairs observing her and truth be told she doesn’t look so well
I suddenly remembered that her husband had an accident months ago but I couldn’t ask about him cause I was in pain too plus they are partly or should I say I hated them then….
“Mrs. Declan…..” I called climbing down the last stair to get her attention which I did
She turned towards my direction and smiled but I was quick to notice she was forcing it, she’s in pain
“Come join me in the dining” I smiled
“But…..”
“Come on, I know you haven’t eaten for days you look worn out remember we use to be friends and you go into my kitchen anyhow you want” I smile trying to cheer her up, and finally it worked
“Alright if you insist” She smiled and followed me
Halfway into the real I decided it’s time to ask
“How about your husband?”
She drop her spoon as sadness illuminated all over her face
“Bad timing” I blamed myself cause she broke down in tears immediately
“I’m tired of everything, he’s not waking up, someone is inducing him with an overdose of morphine, they want to kill my husband…!” She cried
I wanted to go comfort her but I was shocked, why would someone try to overdose him with morphine
I stood up and walk toward her, I took a seat beside her and held onto her shoulders making her face me
“We will get through this” I assured
“I’m sorry for breaking down I just couldn’t help it,” She said wiping her tears
“I understand trust me”
“How is your daughter any news?” She asked in between tears with a cracked voice, her question caught me off guard, but I can’t cry if I do so none of us would comfort each other I know I have to be strong”
“Forget about my daughter, for now, let’s talk about you, why would someone want to kill your husband?”
“I don’t know I’m confused too”
I smirk going into deep thought suddenly an idea clicked into my head
“A man’s enemy is an enemy of his own house”
“What do you mean?” She asked looking confused
“Do you have any enemies, maybe business allies?”
”No…..”
“Then it means one thing?”
“Which is….?”
“Whoever wants your husband dead is close to you, I can feel it”
“But who would it be?” She asked
“We have to dig into the past, something is not right” I smile
“But…..”
“It’s someone close to you, I can feel it”