Xavier??

MADELYN.

“ Where is Natasha?”

A question I have asked for the tenth thousandth time without getting the response I wanted to hear.

“ She's on a plane at this moment, to C. What part of what I said don't you understand? Cause I have been repeating it.”

Jason, my fed up husband had since collapsed on her armchair. The cops had called several times within the few minutes we were here, to remind us not to take matters into our own hands.

“ Why isn't your number connecting? And why is her phone switched off? Why is she in a haste to leave the country?”

Everything makes sense. The connection between it all makes sense. But, my husband was too blind too see through this lady's pretense.

“ She has a flat battery. She left immediately cause she was heartbroken to see Jason get married to you. Does that answer all your questions? Can't you see we have no hand in whatever crime you are accusing us of.”

I wasn't satisfied. It was al