"Why are you so interested in acquiring Esmeralda's diary, mom?" Leonardo's face was serious, but Mrs. Vera couldn't give him a satisfactory reason for taking the diary. Mrs. Vera simply stated that she was looking for it to keep for Esmeralda, which is insufficient for Leonardo, but she persists. She kept on rubbing her hands. The night had gotten colder, but Angela was feeling hot on her face and ears. The tension was unavoidable."How about paying attention to what's written on the page where Esmeralda mentioned her concern about my father?" Leonardo suggested to his mother that he ask Angela to read for Mrs. Vera. In the middle of Angela's reading, her mother burst into tears, trembling and leaning against the wall for support, clearly devastated by Esmeralda's fear of her husband."Do you have any idea about dad sneaking into Esmeralda's room, mom?" Leonardo’s voice had a deep and dead tone.Mrs. Vera turned to look at her son, with tears racing down her cheeks, while Angela was
Angela's mind was jumbled up with so many theories about what happened to Esmeralda. Everyone could be a suspect because almost everyone close to Esmeralda had one or two motives for killing her. And Lara was the most likely suspect's identity. Lara could have pushed Esmeralda off the veranda because she is disrespectful and insensitive to her feelings, and she is madly in love with Leonardo to make her way in Leonardo's life. However, Esmeralda's diary entry mentioning another mysterious stalker had removed all possibility of her suspicion of her. Angela became entrapped in her desire to uncover the truth about Esmeralda's past as she analyzed her. Angela stood up and walked to the window facing the back of the mansion after a few minutes of lying in bed unable to sleep. Angela's eyes had been drawn to the beauty of the night by the brightness of the moon that covered all of the orchards. The enchanted picturesque of the moon above the glittering city lights captivated her. She was
The cops arrived at Vera's mansion to look into everything. They stayed for hours before leaving with all the information they needed, including the location of the missing Crying Lady painting. Mrs. Vera went to the hospital to check on their injured guard and was relieved to find him in good condition. They paid for his hospitalization and sent him home for a vacation. Everyone in the kitchen was silent that night. Their nerves were still frayed from the burglary. Mrs. Vera had contacted the agency and asked for another guard. Mrs. Gale was agitated as well. Many theories had arisen, but Leonardo cut them short when he said, "They only wanted to get the Crying Lady painting," and then he asked Angela to accompany him to his room. Angela could see herself on Leonardo's bed, coiling her naked body around Leonardo's naked body. She tried to erase the flashing memory, but it didn't fade. "How are you doing?" Leonardo inquired, sitting on his bed. His tone was worried. "I'm fine," An
"You'll suffer from snatching my boyfriend. You're a snake," Lara hissed and growled in Angela's ears. Angela turned into an ice cube as she welcomed all of Lara's profanities. She'd never been embarrassed or humiliated in public before. As a certified nurse, she earned the respect of those who believe nurses are unsung heroes, but not Lara. And some customers had their ears and eyes on them. "You're such a vile bitch," Lara exclaimed, wanting to crush Angela's pride and demanding a fight. "It's over, Lara!" Leonardo slammed his fist on the table. "You and I are done! Guard, take this woman away from me! " Two guards grabbed Lara's elbow and led him out of the restaurant. Lara was screaming and cursing as the guards tried to calm her down. Leonardo and Angela were in the car driving quietly a moment later. They were still stunned by Lara's sudden appearance and murderous rage. Angela was feeling bad about what she had done to Lara. She also sinned by having sex with Leonardo. "Wa
Angela's steps were quick as she descended the orchard's stairs. She had to check to see if it was Esmeralda's ghost she was seeing from the pink room. Despite her confusion and exhaustion, she was eager to learn if what she witnessed was real. She hadn't seen the lady in white in the orchards in a long time, but she'd returned now. Why? "Where are you?"Angela yelled. "I took notice of you. And I don't think you're a ghost. Show yourself to me! " She continued to walk under the darkened trees. Some of the lamppost bulbs were blinking on and off, while others were not working. She slowed her steps as she reached the darkest part of the orchard. “You can’t scare me.” Suddenly she heard a noise from behind and a shadow of a man ran towards her and throw something at her. A stinging pain penetrated her jaw down to her neck that made her scream in pain. And then another shadow came in and hit the head of her attacker and they both fell. Angela’s vision got blurred and the last thing she
It's been four months since the attack. Angela was still shaken by what had happened to her. Her scar was visible from her chin to her shoulder. Leonardo had been preoccupied with his doctor's appointment for the past few days. Because of Angela's medical condition, Leonardo's mother accompanied him the majority of the time. Angela spent the afternoon at the orchard, thinking about what had happened to her. Lara Chavez was still missing, and her relatives had been confronted by cops for about two months. Angela was questioned about her interactions with Lara Chavez, and the investigation was a roller coaster ride for Angela. As the garden was abandoned, the bushes grew taller. They were looking for a new gardener. Many people applied, but Mrs. Vera was very picky about who she hired. Angela returned to the spot where she had been attacked and recalled what had happened that night. But it only caused her confusion, which was followed by Lara's disappearance. Leonardo concluded that L
The basket of flowers was meticulously arranged in the basket. The flowers glow brightly even in the post's dim light. And Andrew gave Angela the basket as a gift. Angela accepted the basket with a smile, mesmerized by Andrew's polite, silent demeanor. He walked slowly and limped slightly. Something was wrong with his left leg. "When I was a kid, I fell out of a tree, and this is what happened: My left leg has shrunk slightly." Angela praised his candor, saying, "That was bad then because it happened when you were a kid." "At first, I cursed the day I fell, but I eventually learned to accept the outcome of the accident. Only it kept me from becoming a cop," Andrew reflected. He was a little shy and kept his distance from his bosses, preferring to stay in the back of the house most of the time. Angela appreciated his shy silence. Since that night, Andrew had been leaving a bouquet at the pink room's foot door. And it made Angela feel more at ease with him. But now and then, she'd be
Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her. She had just heard a tiny voice ask for something. It was the response to her last scream for assistance. Then she hears footsteps, a coming step, but it fades. Was she having a hallucination? She raises her arms and stands, her hands resting on the wall. She can hear her breathing. She has no idea how many days or nights she has spent in this dimly lit room. This is not a room. It's more like a hole with a rough stone wall surrounding it. Or perhaps she's i