The flash drive fell to the table with a thud and Sheriff Stevens had his laptop just in case. He pulled open the monitor as he inserted the metal mouth into a side port. Leonardo hovered behind her and so did Isabella. “You think we could get something off here?” Isabella asked him, running her hands through her hair as relief washed over her pale face. “I’m remaining optimistic that your aunt is right” Leonardo muttered beneath his breath, throwing his head over his shoulders.“But why—why make such accusations if there’s a possibility that it’s not true” Sheriff Stevens looked back to Isa and a lump slid down her closing throat. “My aunt, she’s sick sort of. Sometimes she gets like this and sometimes it’s even worse” She responded.In that moment, it crushed her heart that she even said that but that was the only logical explanation, right? Because what could the maid, Jazzlyn have to benefit from the kidnapping of her kids?So much.But she had no idea, she was oblivious to the t

The car came to an abrupt halt, with Isabella alighting from the backseat. Leonardo, whose hands wedged underneath his chin threw her a daunting stare. He couldn’t get that image out of his head—and he couldn’t quiet his raging thoughts.Did she know?If she did, then why did Isabella lie?He got down the car, closing the door behind him and pacing towards her to match her steps. “Isabella” He called and they both halted, the winds whistling through their hair. He slipped his hands into his pocket, nudging his adam’s apple with a hard lump.She looked to him with her dreamy-brown eyes and a lopsided gait—why was only more familiar now that he realized? She pulled the strands of hair that fell across her face, those were shorter, they were shorter than seven years ago and the one in the photo.God, she’d changed so much but somehow not enough.And looking at her, his tongue went paralyzed. He searched the heavens and the earth for what he could possibly say—that perhaps she should give

The Northside of Norman was where Isabella spent the most of her life. Talk buildings, grim husky atmosphere—a lot had changed since she left her home here. But for people like Jazzlyn, who’d stayed all these years, these changed could go very unnoticeable.The metal creaks of the playground swing echoed in the midnight, and there was a strong stench of booze that enclasped her aura, each step that she took towards the Evans Villa. To say Jazz was overcome with guilt would be a mere understatement.Not just that, she was still reeling in the betrayal of her mother. The parking lot was without her car which made it obvious that she had skipped town with her more perfect daughter, Holly and leaving her back with her stepfather.She pushed through the front doors and was immediately met with Gerald’s scrutinizing gaze. Isabella’s father halted as if he had seen his very own reflection in his step daughter. “Where is your mother?” His voice was as husky as a Siberian bull and his hairy ch

The tyres of his dark shiny bike screeched against the moist concrete roads as Ivan sped past the traffic, a lane dedicated to his vehicle. Joan squinted her eyes behind her helmet, holding tightly around his muscled chest.And she screamed with the high velocity of winds breezing through her hair. It was a moment of abundance of adrenaline as a smile crept to her lips. The engine roared the more as he sped into the direction from above where came rumbling of thunders.“Shit” She cussed, darting her eyes to the dark gloomy skies, puffed clouds behind the blanket of stars. The Chicago night was beyond liberating but Joan scoffed at the idea that she might get wet, which only made Ivan accelerate much faster past the traffic.So fast that the high city lights blurred at her sides and she shut her eyes for a brief moment.“Hold tighter” He urged and she squeezed his leather jacket.“I am” She yelled over the noise only feel a drizzle of rain trinkle down the bridge of her nose. And witho

"Someone would like to see you."Halting on his way out, Steven threw a daunting look at Isabella, from whose nod you could tell was reassuring herself that she could do this—that she could face Patricia.Leonardo broke free from her hands, gripping his waist nervously thereafter and the sheriff closed the doors to the both of them. "I thought you said i was the one supposed to go in?" Leonardo raised his voice at him. "It isn't your kids that's missing, Leonard" Stevens replied but honestly, little did he know.He took a step back, letting those words quench the worry that filled his eyes. As much he didn't want to, he could see them—Patricia growing angry behind her desk and Isabella wiping her eye.He couldn't help but feel that he ruined the both of them.That both their lives wouldn't have come to this day, if they'd never met him. Looking at Patricia, he was forced to see who she truly was—not the woman on his arms for the past six years, but someone capable of causing this muc