~SIERRA~Maybe it was just in my head, with everything going on, I would understand—everyone was dangerous in my head, so I started the car, and surprisingly, the man didn't start his. I turned to Gilbert on the road and asked, “Where should I drop you?”“Back to the Winter's company, Lily wanted to talk to me,” he said, and I nodded. I drove back to the company, and even when I was sure the man was not following us, I still kept looking at the back. The ride was silent and only took us ten minutes to get there."Well, here we are,” I said as he looked lost in thoughts."Oh, thank you,” he said, and I nodded. “Can I get a hug as a goodbye?" He asked, and I shook my head. "Okay, that's fine, I'll see you tomorrow.”“Bye,” I said, and he got out. He waved as I drove out of the company parking lot. On the road, I couldn't help but think of the man at the cafe. It might be a coincidence, but from what the detective told me, it might be another person who wanted to hurt me. It might be him
~SIERRA~I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Gilbert, who was now in a thinking position—as if putting the pieces together.“Please tell him, Mommy, Uncle Damian looks like him.” Ingrid held my arm. I turned to her and sweetly smiled.“What did I tell you about people looking alike, Ingrid? It’s a coincidence,” I said, and she nodded."Yes, Mommy, but what I’m saying is that he looks like him just like I look like you, do you think he’s Nathan’s daddy?” "Okay, that’s enough, let’s eat.” Nana took Ingrid and helped her to her seat. I looked down, shocked and scared to face Gilbert. “Wow, this smells delicious,” Nana said, and looked up: “Oh my God, I didn’t know you could cook.”“Oh yes, I learned to cook because my parents were in love with food, so as soon as I turned six, they started teaching me how to cook,” Gilbert answered.“Does that mean you will teach us how to cook once we turn six?” Ingrid, being outspoken as usual, asked. She was sitting next to me, so I turned to her
~SIERRA~But before I could say hello, Nana took the phone from my ear and ended the call. “That must be important, Nana.”“I know, but I don’t want anything to ruin tonight for you,” she said, and I shook my head."Nana, tonight is not even like that,” I said.“Just go and have fun, okay? I know talking to the detective would stop that from happening. You deserve to be happy, Sierra. I feel bad because I’m the reason you came back, and it has been one problem after another since you got here.”"No, Nana,” I said, taking her hands into mine. “You are not the reason those problems have been happening, if there’s anyone to blame then, it’s my father,” I said—I didn’t want her to stress about that.“Then do it for me, forget about your problems for a second and just be happy. I will take care of the kids so you will not have to worry about them,” she said, and I nodded even when I knew this dinner was not what she was anticipating—I was having dinner with Bruce and Ava. Gilbert might fin
~SIERRA~I couldn't believe it. How could Damian and Cassie choose to go out on the same day and, much worse, choose the same restaurant as us?“What a coincidence,” Cassie said as she gestured to Damian, asking him to pull out a seat for her—yes, that was Damian, so unromantic, he never pulled a seat for you.“Cassie, we don't have to be here.”“What are you saying, Damian? Your cousin is here, why shouldn't we join them?” Cassie sounded smart, she had already pulled a seat for herself as she was already seated. Damian had no choice but to sit. “I see you guys have already ordered,” she said, and Ava nodded.“Yes, we did.” Ava sounded uncomfortable.“Oh, this must be Sierra's fiance, hello?” Cassie waved at Gilbert, and Gilbert returned her greeting with a smile.“How are you? Yes, I'm Sierra's fiancé,” Gilbert said, sipping on his water. “She's my soon to be wife, I'm the luckiest man alive,” Gilbert said, which made everyone at the table except Cassie clear their throats. I also si
~SIERRA~I got worried. Gilbert never liked to drink, for him to drink, it had to be a special occasion, and he only drank wine as it had less effect. At restaurant accomplishment celebrations, he usually had a glass of water or juice. "Gilbert, where are you?” I panicked.“Not with you, that I’m sure of,” he in a drunken tone said. I didn’t want to make any noise that would wake the kids up, so with careful steps I walked to the door and carefully closed it than walked towards the guest room, where Gilbert stayed.“Listen, you don’t have to do all this.”“Then what am I supposed to do? No, tell me, Sierra. I confessed my love for you, but you did what? You ignored me instead of at least telling me that you didn’t feel the same, you decided to run away.”“Gilbert…”"No, Sierra, you ran and left me heartbroken. You left me in your room, Sierra, and the next morning, instead of talking to me, you ran to your ex-husband.”"Okay, stop,” I said as I ran towards him. I was already inside
~SIERRA~I took a deep breath. I was anxious. “May I?” The detective asked for permission to play the video, and I nodded. After a minute of scrolling, he played the video.A man who, by his walking style, I recognized as my father, walked in. He went to the cupboard, which I knew had his alcohol. He pulled out a bottle and poured it into a glass. After taking a sip, he took out his phone and typed something, but as he placed the phone behind his ear, someone came from nowhere and pointed a gun at him. It did not take a minute before he shot him. My father was not yet dead, as he struggled to get up. The same man who shot him helped him to a chair, and even when it was not that clear, I could see my father pleading, but the man didn't listen as he once again shot my dad, then he shot towards the window before he ran out. I covered my face, as I couldn't watch my father take his last breath.“Ms. Reid, I'm sorry you had to see that,” the detective said, and as I uncovered my face, he p
~DAMIAN~I woke up earlier than usual to run today. I was already on my way home when yesterday's memories flashed in my head again. Sierra was really marrying that man and I could do nothing about it. Ava had refused to help me get that little girl's DNA, as at least it could help me stop Sierra, but now it looked impossible. I hated to admit it, but I was now starting to believe the little girl was that man's child. When I thought of this, I sped up until I saw my house. I then stopped and walked inside.I could smell fresh pancakes from the door, so I carefully closed the door and intended to walk up the stairs, Cassie's cooking was still shocking me. “Good morning,” Cassie greeted, and I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her.“Hi, I–I'll be in my…” “Breakfast is ready,” she told me.“Oh, sorry, I'll pass, I have to make an important call.”“I know, but you have to eat first.”“Cassie I…”“And besides, I made pancakes, I know they are your favorite, but I wanted to apologize
~DAMIAN~The night I found out Sierra was receiving weird texts, I made it my mission to find the person sending her those messages because I didn't want Sierra to worry about anything. That night, I saw that she was scared. I knew it was not for her, and after finding out that she had a daughter, I figured she was scared for her daughter’s life.After she left me that morning at the hotel, I made it my mission to find the culprit. I started with James—he has been disturbing me for years—I owed him my life. I thought he might be the one responsible just to spite me, but he denied it and told me he could not waste time on her. Even though James was a terrible man, I knew he wouldn't do such a thing. Of course, entangling with him is something I will regret till my death, but I knew he wasn't responsible for it. I then hired a detective to find more information and spy at Sierra's house and he found out about the mysterious letters she had been receiving. We luckily managed to get ahol