Chapter 132
Wish comes true.
Sarah’s POV:
I sat up my bed as I heard my wardens say something about a celebrity boyfriend.
I got closer to the door to hear what they got to say when I realized that they were talking about Chris… Megan’s boyfriend.
I could not help but smile as I hear the news.
“Ah, perfect,” I say to myself, my eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Everything is falling into place.” I was happy.
“Now, my plan of leaving this place is coming to being!” I said happily.
I have been carefully orchestrating my plan, manipulating events from behind the scenes, and now it seems like my efforts are paying off.
Chris, the man who held me back from leaving is now in custody, and I’m finally free to move on with my life.
Detective James would now give me all that I asked for.
My mind races with the possibilities. I can finally have a fresh witty my daughter.
I imagine the headlines, the public’s reaction, and the vindication I’ll finally receive, when Chris is tortured to agreeing to these crimes.
“Hey, Sarah!” One of the wardens called on me.
“Detective James needs to see you in his office now!” She told me as my face lightened up with excitement.
“Coming!” I said as I jumped out of the bed.
I walked into Detective James’ office with my heart racing with anticipation.
He gestures for me to take a seat, and I do, my eyes fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and hope.
“Sarah, I have some news that I think you’ve been waiting a long time to hear,” he says, a hint of a smile on his face.
My mind races with possibilities, but I can’t dare to hope. “What is it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Detective James leans forward, his eyes locked on mine. “You can finally see your daughter.” He says, smiling.
” She’s waiting for you right down the hall.” He told me and I could not believe my ears.
My heart skips a beat.
“What? Oh my god…” I feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
I feel like I’m floating on air, like nothing can touch me. I rise from my seat, my legs trembling with excitement.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.
“Thank you for giving me my life back.” I revealed.
“This is just for a moment, Sarah!” He said with a smile.
I feel a surge of joy and relief as I walk into the room where my daughter, is waiting for me. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
“Mommy” she exclaims,
I turned opening my arms wide.
She runs to me, her little legs moving quickly, and throws her arms around my waist.
“Mommy!” she squeals, her voice filled with excitement.
I hold her close, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair and feeling a sense of peace wash over me.
This is what I’ve been fighting for the chance to be with my daughter again, to watch her grow and thrive, but this is just the start.
As we hug, I feel a sense of closure, knowing that no longer hurt us, which I have longed for a while.
I pull back and look into her eyes, smiling. “Let’s start our new life together, okay?” She asks, my voice once filled with joy relaxed, sad.
“Yes!” I said smiling faintly.
As I hold my daughter in my arms, I feel a sense of completion, like a puzzle piece has finally fallen into place. I gaze into her eyes, and my heart swells with love and gratitude. I think to myself,
“This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve been fighting for.” I thought.
I take a deep breath, savoring the moment, and whisper, “I’m so sorry it took me so long to get here, sweetie. But I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” I promised her.
Shelooks up at me with curious eyes, and I can see the questions in her mind.
I smile and whisper, “I’m your mom. And I promise to make up for lost time. We’ll have so much fun together, just you and me.” I said as I could not decipher what she wanted to say.
As I hold her close, I feel a sense of redemption, like I’ve finally made things right. And in this moment, I know that everything I’ve been through was worth it, because I have my daughter back in my arms.
My eyes widen in horror as I rush to my daughter’s arms as my instincts told me.
And my heart spinked like a stone.
“Oh, my baby, what happened to your arm?” I ask, my voice trembling with fear and anger.
My daughter’s arm was burnt.
I gently touch the burned skin, my mind racing with questions. Who could have done this to my child? How could they be so cruel?
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes, her small voice barely audible. “Mommy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
My heart breaks at the sight of her tears, and I pull her into a tight hug.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I said.
“But who did this to you?” I asked as I felt anger rush through my body.
Then I saw detective James eyes fixated on my child.
I look up at Detective James, my eyes blazing with determination.
“We need to find out who did this to my daughter. Now.” I told him.
“He doesn’t need to mom!” My daughter said.
“You know them!” She told me.
“The men in Black suits that always show up in the house… remember?” She said as my eyes darted around looking at who was listening to our conversation.
My eyes narrow, my grip on Lily’s hand tightening.
“Men in black suits?” I repeat, my mind racing with connections.
“Did they say anything to you, sweetie? Did they mention Chris or…?” I asked as I stole a glance at the detective.
“That he is part of the syndicate?” I asked her.
Lily’s eyes widen, and she nods fearfully. “No, Mommy. They said something about you owing them money, and that I was leverage. They said they would hurt me if you didn’t pay.” She said.
A chill runs down my spine as I realize the extent of my involvement with the syndicate.
“We need to get out of here. We need to go somewhere safe.” I said.
I look up at Detective James, my eyes pleading. “Please, we need protection. Those men might come back, and next time… next time they won’t hesitate to hurt her.” I told him
Detective James’ expression turns grim, and he nods.
“I’ll make some calls. We’ll get you both into witness protection. You’ll be safe, Sarah. I promise.” He said.
After some time, detective James says he can’t guarantee, and she will be taken to an orphanage.
“What!” I exclaimed.
“Are you giving my daughter up for adoption?”