Chapter 120
Kayla’s reappearance.
Chris’ POV:
Mother wanted groceries, so I opted to get it for her.
I was running the errand, lost in my own thoughts, behind the steering, when suddenly I caught sight of a familiar figure.
My heart skipped a beat as I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes fixed on the woman ahead.
There was something about her that seemed so familiar, yet I could not quite place her.
I racked my brain, trying to remember where I had seen her before. And then, it hit me, the piercing eyes, the curly hair, the small tattoo on her wrist.
My mind raced with questions. Who was she? Why did she seem so important even though she tried not being look like it.
She looked so familiar.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched her disappear into the crowd. I knew I had to find out more about her
I quickly get out of my car and follow her, my eyes fixed on the store she just entered. My heart is racing with anticipation and curiosity. Who is this woman and what is she doing here?
I approach the store cautiously, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I peer through the window, trying to get a glimpse of her inside.
She is browsing through the shelves for tea leaves to buy, seemingly unaware of my presence outside.
I took a deep breath and push open the door, trying to act nonchalant as I enter the store. I make my way down the aisle, trying to get closer to her without being noticed.
My eyes are fixed on her, studying her every move, trying to gather more information.
As I got closer to her, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
As I approach the receptionist, trying to sound calm and nonchalant.
“Excuse me,” I say with a smile.
“Hey, Chris!” She replied with a smile.
“It has been a while you stepped in here!” She told me.
“Yeah!” I replied ignoring her questions in a way.
“I am trying to find out who that woman is.” I nod discreetly in the direction of the mysterious woman.
The receptionist looks up from her computer screen, a hint of curiosity in her eyes
. “You mean the lady browsing through the shelves?” she asked me as she keeps her voice low.
I nod, my heart racing with anticipation.
“She is new around here,” the receptionist replies with a shrug.
“Started working in the area recently. I do not know much about her, but she seems nice.” The receptionist told me.
I nod, trying to process this information.
“New to the area, started working recently… That does not give me much to go on. But I am determined to find out more.” I told myself in my head.
“Thanks,” I say to the receptionist, trying to sound casual.
“I will just go… uh… browse some more.” I said, stuttering.
“But she comes here every morning!” She told me.
My ears perk up at this new information.
“Every morning?” I repeat, trying to contain my excitement.
The receptionist nods.
“Yeah, she comes in around the same time every day. Always grabs a coffee and a pastry, and then heads out.” She added.
I felt a surge of determination. If she is a regular, that means I can come back tomorrow and try to talk to her. Maybe even follow her and see where she goes next.
“Thanks for the info,” I say to the receptionist, trying to sound casual.
“I will… uh… keep an eye out for her.” I told her smiling faintly.
As I leave the store, I cannot help but feel a sense of anticipation.
Tomorrow morning, I will be back, and I will be ready to uncover more clues. The mystery is far from over.
I wake up before dawn, my mind racing with excitement and anticipation. Today is the day I will finally get to talk to the mysterious woman and unveil who she is.
I quickly get dressed and head to the store, arriving just as the sun is rising.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. What will I say to her? How will I approach her? I decide to just play it cool and see where the conversation goes.
I enter the store, scanning the area for any sign of her. And then, I see her sitting in the corner, sipping a coffee and reading a book. My heart skips a beat as I make my way towards her.
“Mind if I join you?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
She looks up, startled, and our eyes meet. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.
“Kayla!” I exclaim, shock and surprise evident in my voice.
“What are you doing here? I thought you… I thought you were…” I trail off, unsure of how to finish my sentence.
“I thought you were dead!” I said silently.
Kayla’s eyes flash with a mix of emotions – surprise, guilt, and a hint of fear.
“Chris,” she started with her voice hesitant.
I lean in, my mind racing with questions.
“Try,” I say, my voice firm but curious.
Kayla took a deep breath, her eyes darting around the store before focusing back on me.
“I did not want to hurt you, Chris. I did not want to lie to you. But I had to protect myself, and… and others.” She lied.
I frown, confusion and skepticism warring on my face.
“Protect yourself from what? And who are these others?” I press, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“And how close were we that you didn’t want to lie to me?” I asked her when she grabbed her bag and ran off.
I dashed out of the store, my feet pounding the pavement as I desperately try to catch up to Kayla.
The crowded street seemed to blur around me as I weave through the throngs of people, my eyes fixed on the distant figure of Kayla.
As I ran, my mind races with questions and fears. What did I say? Why did she disappear without a trace? The uncertainty is suffocating, and I can feel my heart racing with every step.
I finally manage to close the gap between us, and I reach out to grab Kayla’s arm. She spins around, her eyes wide with fear and her face pale.
“Chris, leave me alone!” she warns, her voice low and urgent.
But I refuse to back off. “Kayla, you need to get arrested at once!” I told her.
“Why did you do that to Megan?” I demand, my grip on her arm tightening.
“Why did you run from me? What are you hiding?” I asked her.
Kayla’s eyes dart around the crowded street, her gaze flicking nervously between me and the surrounding people.
“Not here,” she whispers.
“Please, Chris. Just leave me alone.” She begged.
I hesitate, my mind torn between my desire to uncover the truth and my concern for Megan’s freedom.