“I have a strong feeling that Charlotte initiated all this because the news said that you left your child, and you suddenly disappeared,” Turstin answered my question. Ava looks very upset with what is happening and is afraid that it will affect me.
I am so thankful that Ava became my friend, the one who cared about me. While Turstin looks the same. I am so thankful that they have become my friends.
“Where else can I possibly leave my child so that they can accuse me of those things?” I don’t bother with what they accuse me of because I know the truth and if I have to work hard to prove that I can raise my child on my own. They broke a miserable Winter, Randall broke the second chance I gave to him.
“It is… It isn’t specified where, so what she stated is even more suspicious. My cousin did not support her, so I’m not sure what’s going on.” Turstin was still who answered, and Ava was still listening.
We’re about to go inside now as I think about where Ava put the bag I was carrying when Alex kidnapped me. I needed that because that’s where the bank logbook Randall gave me was. That was a lot of money, so I knew Charlotte didn’t know about it. She thought that everything would be easier for her because I had lost everything.
“Let them do what they want as long as my son is not returned before the end of tomorrow, we will meet in court,” I said as I entered the first room to look for the bag. Aside from just using it for Randle, I’ll be doing something else with it. That was the only way I could reclaim the firm.
It didn’t take long for me to check the room, but I couldn’t find it anywhere in the corner. I even vanquished the mother who had gone into hiding from her son since I was out of breath trying to find the things I was looking for. I couldn’t even find my phone, so I got up and went to Ava’s room right away. It was just lunchtime when the house was quite peaceful; it reminded me of the ambiance we had at home when Randle and I were still living in Spain, with the exception that this house is not veiled in grief. It has a bright aura that can be felt even when you are not looking at it.
When I was right in front of their door, it swung open just in time. So, I no longer had to knock. Turstin unexpectedly embraced her back to pull her back into the room, and she looked astonished. I appeared to have arrived at an inconvenient time; I was going to turn around when she hastily slammed the door shut. Despite Turstin’s efforts to follow her, she did not open. I just held on to the back of my neck because I was ashamed. I also had a husband, and it seemed odd that they couldn’t do what they wanted because I was around.
“Winter! “S-sorry about that,” she replied, and I knew we were thinking the same thing, since her cheeks were too red, and she appeared to be splattered with red coloring. I stated my intention, so she would not be embarrassed, and they could continue doing what they were doing.
“I’m sorry if I’m interfering with what you’re doing. I was simply wondering where you placed my bag. The one you gave to me.” I looked behind her because the door handle still sounded like Turstin was acting aggressively even at midday. It’s good, and it’s how they’ve always been. Their relationship did not deteriorate because they begin hating each other and ended up wanting one other.
But when she looked at me, she was taken aback. Her brows met, and she returned my question, “Bag?”
Out of anxiety, I also altered my expression. It seemed as if someone was about to murder me with the intensity of my heartbeat. It is impossible to lose that thing because if I do, it means doom. “The bag I brought,” I said, waving my arm, hoping she’d remember it better since she could have forgotten. “It’s black and a bit full of full because Randle’s dress is there.” I’m scared.
“Winter, I know you had a bag when you left here, but I don’t know where it is. All I saw there was Alex’s bag full of injection drugs.” She was also holding her mouth because she seemed to be tarnished with my fear. I wanted to avoid making her feel nervous, but I couldn’t stop her.
I dashed downstairs because the stairs were just next to their room. Because I was in such a hurry, I was almost as slippery as Cinderella, who was ready to be captured at daybreak. If fairy godmothers exist, I’d like to summon them to assist me. My prior self-assurance had abruptly waned. I want to squat when I’m not sure which stair I’ve walked on or how many steps I’ve taken.
“Winter! What are you up to?! ” Ava’s voice rang throughout the house as she followed me, and the door she was holding before suddenly opened, indicating that Turstin was also following.
“What’s happening?” Turstin also asked the next question, but I got out before I heard Ava’s answer.
I raced barefoot through their gate. I reached in my pocket even though I knew I had no money and hoped I could get a taxi immediately soon. If I look like this, I might not take a cab. Eventually, I’m not going to hold back. I didn’t bother checking to see if Ava or Turstin were still following me. Because of what I did, I will be much more concerned about them, or I will worry them more.
Fortunately, I was picked up by a taxi driver. Many drivers passed me because I looked like a prisoner who had escaped from jail. But luckily and an old man looked kind and stopped in front of me. The only case is that I don’t know how to pay him later. He might be mad at me.
“Sir, can I have your name? I left my belongings where I was going, and my money was still there. If you can’t, you can take me down here.” I don’t know how I will get there if he leaves me here. I just bit my lip in embarrassment. I used to have my car, then I had a driver, but now it is very different. I didn’t realize that my tears were falling, and I was sobbing. I massaged my chest to relieve the pain, but I cried, even more, when I looked at the billboard.
“Ma’am! Don’t cry any longer, where will I take you? It is okay for me to take you for free because I’m going home as well.” He smiled genuinely as he stared at me in the driver’s mirror. Large droplets of tears began to fall into my eyes. If only it could be money like the ones I see on TV, I’d be quite wealthy, owing to the quantity of sobbing I do every day.
It was embarrassing because I wasn’t smiling back at him. I just stared at the billboard where Randall and Charlotte’s faces were, marked the date of the wedding, where it was to be held. What became even more reason for the sharp iron to sink into my heart was Randall’s smile. His smile was as if nothing had happened between us. It seemed okay to him because his smile was even brighter in the sunlight. It was as if flowers were surrounding him as he wore such a smile. I wanted to get out of the car, and stab that billboard, tear it up and there pile all my anger on him, but it just seemed useless. I would like to ask him:
“How about me?”
“Take me to the burnt prison, sir. Where there was an issue the other day.” After I said that, I leaned my head against the window until the billboard gradually disappeared from my sight.
I want to lie down in the vehicle seat and cry out all the remaining tears until it’s gone. Because of what’s going on, I want to mute my thoughts, or maybe take a bottle of wine to drink it, or get a tissue paper to wipe my tears, in the hopes that everything would be OK after that. Maybe if I grew resistant to the suffering, I wouldn’t have to go through the day as if I were a killer trying to save the day without being seen.
I heard the taxi driver talk as I leaned against the window. Maybe I need to talk to someone because I feel like I’m going to explode with all of my thoughts. It’s as if, if I don’t get all of them out, I’ll feel like a bomb that exploded. I’d talk to the shadow clone if I could simply morph into Naruto and perform a Kage bunshin technique. I’ll try to replicate how he consoled himself when he was down.
“I’ve felt sad before, ma’am. I’m not sure how much weight and suffering you bear and carry since we all have different thresholds for how much something pains us. But there is only one thing I can say: liberate your heart from that thing. If you are feeling stuck in agony, why not open the door and let it out? You will not be well if you push yourself to accept something that burns, boils, and chokes you.” He smiled, but I continued to listen to him. “Because if you’re loved, that person will come back.”
He burst out laughing. “That’s if love is your problem,” he added and chuckles, and I felt comforted. He continued, however. “But what they say is, if you are loved, that person will not leave you in the first place.”
He came to a halt after saying that. When I noticed that we were already in the area, I peered outside and sat up straight. I didn’t open the door and thanked the driver right away.
“I will do as you say. I’ll strive to break free from the bonds of misery and pain.” I grinned and walked away.
When the cab move out at our location, I was observing how it got out when suddenly someone covered my mouth and carried me away.