Kevin rolled over the linoleum, opening his eyes blearily to the overhead fan above, which was spinning—like a whisk. It is a sunny morning. Bright rays penetrated the neatly arranged room through drawn curtains. He sat up straight and stretched himself. Found relief in hearing his bones cracked. Last night was perfect. He felt like that was the best sleep he’d had in a while. It was his first night in many weeks he didn’t have any nightmares or disturbing dreams about his past. He then realised he’d been lying on the floor and quickly got up. Turned to the table beside him and scooped the pills Cedric had given him. It had to be the pill, he thought, looking over it. Whatever this was, I’m grateful to Cedric. Then he looked up at the big clock on the wall. 10:32 am. His mouth fell open. Shit, I overslept! Hastily rolling out of bed, he walked over to the window and took the trash that lay beside the table, emptying it into the waste bin outsid

Natasha sat on the hospital bed—arms wrapped around her legs, gazing with swollen eyes at the door, oblivious to the things that were going on around her. She’d been sitting this way since her psychologist left. All she wanted was to go home. If she could, she would lock herself in all day and listen to the radio so loud that she wouldn’t hear herself breathe. She exhaled in pure relief when the door opened. Finally, her dad has come to take her home. She recoiled in shock when she looked up and saw Kevin instead—what’s he doing here? She clearly did not expect to see him. Kevin stood by the door, unwilling to move a step further into the room. Their eyes locked on and for a long second, they stared awkwardly at each other. He didn’t know what to say to her. He wanted to come in but wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him. “Do you mind?” The word was already out before he could stop it. When she didn’t answer, he attempted to take a step towards her but hesitated when he saw

Dr Frank raised a hand to push the door, but before he could reach the door handle, it slid open and William came hurrying out of his office. “Sir, I’ve got the files on Mrs Eulich’s medical report—the one you asked for.” Frank said, scanning through the multiple files which he held in his hands, searching for Eulich’s medical report. “Good,” William remarked, hurrying past him. “Leave it on my desk. I’ll go through it when I get back.” “And one more thing, sir.” He stopped in his tracks. “What’s that?” “The mayor has asked to see you.” “We’ll have to reschedule that meeting until when I get back. I have to pick up my daughter from the hospital. She’s been waiting all day for me. And if I don’t make it back on time, then we’ll have to shift the meeting to tomorrow.” William hurried out of the building. ### Kevin sat on the bed, frozen in fear. A man wearing a mask just took my daughter from the hospital. Her words kept echoing in his head. He did not know what scared him th

Climbing out of the car, William glanced about—a cloud of gloom settling over his face at the sight of the mob and several police vehicles parked in front of De-Laurel. He became worried about his daughter.“What the hell happened here?” He spoke in a low voice, directing his question to no one exactly.He got out of the car and walked to an older man dressed in a different uniform from the rest of the cops. He seemed like the one leading the operation. “I am William Martinez,” he introduced himself, flashing a badge at him. “Head of threat control unit.”“Inspector Alex Krevoy,” the agile officer answered, taking out his badge and showing it to him. “Head of city police.” He pushed the badge back in his pocket and tossed an inquisitive glance at him. “Mr William Martinez?” His brows furrowed. “You don’t happen to be related to one Miss Natasha Martinez, do you?”“She’s my daughter.” His interest was piqued, and he became even more worried. “Why? Did something happen to her?”“We got a

Kevin entered the hospital where Mirabel had been admitted. Except for the smell of antiseptic which lingered, the air was crisp and clear. He went into the room and met Mirabel’s mum sitting on the corner of the hospital bed. She was engaged in an interrogative conversation with Alex, who sat facing her in an old, rusty armchair. He was putting down some information, which he considered vital, on a little note—until Kevin interrupted when he pushed the pewter white door open. “I apologise for taking so long,” he said, trotting towards the distressed single mother. “Mrs Lena, who is this, please?” slightly pissed, Alex asked, his eyes following Kevin as he came in and sat beside her. “T-t-this is Kevin,” Lena stuttered, tears trickling down her eyes. “H-h-he is the one I told you about who’s been helping me and my daughter.” “Hello Kevin, I’m inspector Alex Krevoy, head of state security.” He stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, inspector.” Kevin grabbed his hand firmly. “H