“Daddy!” Randle exclaims after correctly pronouncing his father’s name. We emulated what he did because he applauded.
We’re in the kitchen now, and the two of them are sitting at the table, waiting for me to prepare. Randall and everything went fine after what transpired between the two of us. This formerly dead dwelling has resounded. I haven’t been able to speak with Turstin or the investigator, he claims since I’ve been preoccupied at home. Randall isn’t leaving, so I’m simply waiting for him to show up to his appointments before I go.
“Aren’t you still going to your office today? Your father may be angry.” I transfer the pancake I cooked to the plate and sprinkle it with powdered sugar. I put it in front of Randle first and then Randall. I smiled looking at them because they were excited to eat that.
Randall shook his head at me, frowning. I was filled with laughter as Randle mimicked his reaction. Who wouldn’t think that they are father and son? But I also quickly got serious because I was worried about him. Charlotte might get even angrier with him and stop helping him.
“What if Charlotte doesn’t give you help because of what you did?” I cringed because it seemed like I was bringing him trouble again. I should just avoid the problem that could happen, especially since Randall and I have a tilted relationship. It’s not like before that we can be seen in public because now he can see in public that he has another fiancé.
“Don’t worry about what she thinks, the important thing is that I can save myself. Only mommy wants her help, but if it’s just me and daddy, we can do it. It can be a long process, but it can be done. We just really gave mommy what she wanted.” When I heard that his mommy was included in the story, I had an inexplicable feeling. There seems to be something wrong, but I don’t know what it is. Because I wanted to avoid hurting Randall’s feelings, I just shrugged it off.
He said he was not leaving but when noon came, he also said goodbye, so Randle and I were the only two left in the house. I used that chance to talk to the investigator. We prepare it right away and made sure the earring was in my bag. I talked to Turstin and said I would just talk to the investigator at their house.
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“I seem to know whose earring it is. I just can’t remember who.” The earring was raised in the light, and he looked at it carefully and wondered who the owner was. He even scratched his head when he couldn’t remember who it was.
Ava snatched the handkerchief from him with only the earring, then handed it to the investigator. “Don’t let my husband hold that, and he might just lose it.” There was teasing in her voice.
When the investigator picked it up, Ava and I were both surprised when Turstin suddenly jumped.
“I think I saw Aunt Amelia wearing that.”
Suddenly, my eyes widened.
I was caught off guard when I remembered what Turstin had said to me. I guess my ears are deaf, and the words aren’t getting through to my head since, even though Randle is yanking my garments, the absence still dazzles my eyes. Likewise, I dropped my sight to Randle and had already focused on him.
“Mommy. Daddy is here,” he said as he proceeded to touch me. I turned to face the door and noted Randall’s solemn expression. I just gazed at him, not realizing he was already that near.
He kissed me since I didn’t respond promptly. I smiled despite the fact that Turstin’s remarks had made my heart rush. If that’s the case, I’d prefer to check with Randall first. I let him finish the kiss first, and I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I didn’t notice Randle standing next to us.
“Miracle, you seem that you don’t mind or bothered by our son’s presence.” I opened my eyes after the kiss, and his sincere and wonderful smiles continued encouraging me not to panic, and that what had happened to us previously may happen again.
“Hey, I have something to confirm with you.” I began, staring into his eyes, thinking of what I might say that he would no doubt believe. I’m not going to say I saw the earring where the chemical explosion occurred. Perhaps it’s simply a false alarm. But no matter how hard I try, someone would never be able to land this earring at that moment.
I recall how my worry commenced thinking that his mother was the culprit of that crime. It lingered and returned to my brain. I think back to how Turstin said whose earring was that.
-Flashback-
“Because I saw someone’s earring here at our house the other day while I was cleaning, I was wondering if you knew who the owner was.” I was still seated, he had adjusted the stand, but I couldn’t show him the earring because I had given them to the investigator.
Ava grabbed Turstin’s ear and twisted it. If it were simply a regular thing, I’d laugh at what they do because, even if they act like that, they’re still happy to watch. However, because of what Turstin mentioned, I know what he says is not a joke. I also didn’t tell him where I got the earrings. All I replied was that I’d have to look into who owned it. He didn’t inquire.
“How can you say mommy Amelia is wearing it, Turstin? Take a look,” I said again, handing him the earring. “Look carefully if she is the owner of that earring.”
He snatched it up and brought it back to the light. “I’m not mistaken because that’s the model of earrings that uncle didn’t buy for her but for some unknown reason she had,” he said from the side. “Wait.”
He took out his phone after saying that. He tapped something for three minutes and then smiled.
“Here!”
He gave me and the investigator his phone, so I ended up taking that as well. He showed us one of their family photos. As he continued to talk, I would have raised my gaze to his.
“Zoom in on her part. Her earrings are visible because they shine out in the light. I’m not sure when he bought it, but if I’m not mistaken, it was approximately 2-3 years ago. I suppose.” He shrugged and return to Ava and hugged my friend.
I gave my full attention and glance at the glance to the intimate thing I was holding. Despite their modest size, the images are indisputably identical.
“Why are you asking and investigating that?” he eventually asks, unable to stop himself. He didn’t pull Ava’s hold away when I spoke, given the fact that perspiration was already condensing on my hands.
“I just saw it in our house. I took it since it appeared to be quite costly. I was going to sell it because I’m already poor,” I laughed, despite the fact that my face was practically sour from smiling so much. “In any case, thank you. I’ll keep looking into it just to be certain.”
-End of Flashback-
“Earring?”
“Yeah. It’s a diamond earring,” I tried to think, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I believe it’s your mother, but if not, it could be Charlotte. It’s a shame because if it can be returned, it could have nice memories.” I stood up to cook supper, but I found myself holding to his arm as I became weak as a result of his response.
“Oh, yes! The earring with a diamond. I believe it’s mommy, but she’s not looking for it anymore; therefore I believe she threw away the partner’s jewelry you saw.” He also grasped my hand, which was gripping his, but he didn’t appear to realize that I was fainting.
There is still a glimmer of hope in my heart that I just made a mistake- hoping that’s not what I’m hearing. I lifted my face to halt the flow of tears that were as burning as my anguish now, with hot lava running down my chest. I’m not sure what would happen if it was true that mommy Amelia was the brains behind everything.
It pains me to think that the true perpetrator is simply wandering around Randall and my house. I feel it would be better not to accept that Randall’s mother is the offender, and I’m at a loss for how to bury in my brain what I need it to accept. Why is this the case? What is causing the deterioration? Can’t we simply be happy? I want to put a stop to everything.