~Charlotte I turned my head and saw my Adam in the doorway.His face was pale and his eyes were full of horror. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice shaking. "Why is Dylan here? What's happening?"I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too stunned to speak. Dylan turned to leave, a smug look on his face. As he reached the door, he paused and looked back at Adam. "How does it feel when your wife is still in love with her ex, your brother," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's not my fault that she loves me and not you," Dylan said, his voice mocking. "Maybe you should take a good look in the mirror and figure out what you're doing wrong."Adam stared at Dylan, his face burning with rage. He clenched his fists, his jaw set. He wanted to punch Dylan, to make him feel the same pain that he was feeling.But he couldn't, probation because of his condition."Just get out," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "I don't ever want to see you in my room."Dylan sm

~Charlotte I crept into the mansion, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself, not wanting to face Adam after what I had done. I felt a deep sense of shame and remorse.As I tried to sneak past the garden, I noticed Adam sitting there, his wheelchair turned towards the house. My heart stopped as I saw him. He turned his head and smiled at me, motioning to the empty space beside him. "Charlotte, please come," he said, his voice soft and inviting.My heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run away, to hide from the shame and guilt I felt, but a part of me wanted to go to him, to explain myself. I was paralyzed, unable to move."Please," Adam said again, his smile fading.I stood there, frozen in place, my heart racing. I was terrified of what Adam would say, of the look of disappointment or disgust I was sure to see on his face. I felt so torn, so conflicted. I couldn't seem to move, couldn't seem to do anything but stand there and stare at Adam."Charlot

~Charlotte I held the blood-stained shirt out to Adam, my hands shaking. "I found this in the car," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's covered in blood." Adam's eyes widened as he took the shirt from me. For a moment, he was speechless. Then he took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure. "I... I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this," he said, but his voice betrayed his nervousness. "My driver, Arthur... he had told me he had a minor altercation which led to some blows with the car vendor when he went to pick up the car. I'm sure he just forgot his shirt in the car." I had difficulties believing Adam. He was acting so strangely? I looked at him, my eyes full of questions. He must have seen the confusion on my face, then he took my hand and said, "It's okay. Go upstairs and get ready for dinner. I'll take care of this." His voice was calm, but I could tell he was shaken. I hesitated for a moment, but then I nodded and headed up the stairs. I ha

~Charlotte"It's a long story," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I've always been okay". "I'm not paralyzed, neither am I impotent". "I can walk," he said, taking a few steps toward me. "I don't know why I've kept it a secret from everyone and my family, back in Florida, maybe because the accident changed my life from so many things, being in the wheelchair prevented me from going back to some things I'd rather not mention." He reached out a hand to me, and I slowly reached out and took it. "I want to show you something," he said, leading me to the window.I followed him, still feeling stunned. "What is it?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly."Look," he said, pointing out the window. "What do you see?"I looked out the window, and my breath caught in my throat. The city lights were twinkling below."The day I found out I could walk again, after 3 years of my accident, I saw them not as just a beautiful sight, but as a symbol of a new beginning." He was speaking in

~AdamWhen I woke up, I was in a dark room, my hands and feet bound. I was lying on the floor, my head pounding. I tried to remember what had happened, but my thoughts were hazy and jumbled.As I tried to clear my head, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. I tensed, not sure what to expect. The door to the room opened, and a man stepped inside. I recognized him immediately - it was Gonzalez. He was smiling, his eyes cold and calculating."Hello, Adam," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I'm glad to see you're awake. We have much to discuss."I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry and my voice came out as a croak. I licked my lips, trying to find the words.Finally, I managed to say, "Where is my son? Where is Ephraim?"Gonzalez laughed, the sound mirthless and cruel. "You still haven't changed Adam," he said. "You see, I believe you have something that belongs to me. Something very valuable.""You can have your so-called valuables if and only if you have my son Ephraim r