"Ms. Brooks, don’t forget to check your doors and windows tonight. I’ve heard there’s been a murder in the neighborhood and the killer is still on the loose. He hasn’t left yet. You must be careful!" Norah warned just before hanging up the phone.
I had been so busy arguing with my mom these past few days that I hadn’t paid much attention to the news. Hearing Norah’s words, was caught off guard.
"Alright, I got it," I replied.
After hanging up, I imdiately got up to check my front yard and locked the gate. Then I inspected all the other doors and windows. Only after making sure everything was locked did I breathe a sigh of relief.
Not having much appetite, I decided to give Serena and Brandon a bath and let them play with Daisy in the yard. Looking at Daisy’s growing size, I suddenly understood Damon’s intention behind getting the dog.
Daisy was a great deterrent!
My phone rang suddenly and it was Luna, her voice filled with rage. "Eliana, I’m so mad at Mitch, that good-for-nothing jerk!"
"What happened?" I flinched, fearing that one day I might end up with a burst eardrum from her loud voice.
"He’s hired soone to spy on and the kids!" Luna was so angry that she laughed, "He had the audacity to tell it was because I wouldn’t let him see the kids and he missed them. I think he’s just asking for trouble!"
Last ti Mitch had asked to persuade Luna to let him see the kids, but I hadn’t agreed. I hadn’t expected him to resort to such asures. I didn’t know whether to call him stupid or dedicated.
Luna went on a long rant about Mitch and then the topic switched to Clara, "Clara’s back, but she doesn’t look well. She’s been working harder than ever and she’s lost a lot of weight. It doesn’t look good."
"Did she tell you what happened between her and her husband?" I asked.
"No, she wouldn’t say. I have no idea what went wrong over in Ylandia," Luna sighed.
I was thousands of miles away from Clara now and couldn’t talk to her in person. If she didn’t want to talk about it, then neither Luna nor I could do anything about it.
As I was chatting with Luna, I suddenly heard a noise from the living room, like soone had bumped into a chair.
I imdiately stopped talking, staring at the door to the living room. The room had both a front and a back door, the front leading to the yard and the back to the backyard, which I rarely visited unless my parents were ho to tend to the garden.
At that mont, only , the kids, and Daisy were at ho.
Daisy was lying beside , not in the living room, so the noise couldn’t have been from her.
For a split second, I rembered what Norah had said about the escaped murderer.
A chill ran up my spine. My first concern was for Serena and Brandon. I didn’t dare to go into the living room to check, nor did I dare to leave.
"Ding dong!"
The doorbell suddenly body. startling so much I thought my soul had almost left my
Murderers don’t usually rip doorbells, do they?
I got up and went to the door, peering through the peephole. Under the porch light, I saw Damon standing there, his brows furrowed as he stared at the peephole.
Seeing Damon, I felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if safety had just arrived.
I quickly opened the door, surprising Damon with my promptness.
"Why so eager?" Damon asked, looking at .
"Um, would you like to co in for a glass of water? I’d like to talk to you about your mother," I suggested, pointing towards the living room.
Damon glanced at the brightly lit living room. Surprisingly, he didn’t take up my invitation and instead went straight to the
and sat down. Seeing him, Daisy wagged its tail
His hands were beautiful, his skin delicate. His movents were incredibly graceful as he gently stroked Daisy’s white fur.
He then looked at and asked, "Aren’t you going to ask what I’m here for?"
My thoughts were all in the living room. If soone was indeed in there, chances were they were up to no good. I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight without thoroughly searching my house.
Tonight, Jones was on the night shift and there was nobody next door. If sothing were to happen, I’d literally be helpless.
"What are you here for?" I asked absentmindedly, my eyes drifting towards the living room.
"Tell what you were going to say about Catherine on Leo’s birthday." Damon patted Daisy and let it go play. He leaned back in his chair, and crossed his long legs casually, his whole deanor relaxed.
Was he here for this? Coming to my place twice in one day?
This surprised because I hadn’t said a word about Catherine, so logically Damon should be doubting , not her.
"Would you believe ?" I asked, intrigued. Telling Damon privately wasn’t a bad idea.
"I’ll believe you when you tell ," Damon replied simply, but his words were full of conviction. From the past till now, he had never blindly trusted like this. I was caught off guard and it took a mont to adjust.
Suddenly, there was noise from the living room again, sothing had fallen on the floor. The sound was faint, but I could hear it.
Damon’s expression darkened, he frowned at the living room, his first thought was, "Is Jones in there?"
I shook my head, "No."
"Is he really staying here tonight?" Damon didn’t believe my explanation, his words dripping with jealousy. Probably ably don’t know the person." My heart was hanging by a thread, my
"No, it’s not him" I probably voice tense.
Damon looked at incredulously, his handso face filled with anger. "A man you don’t know? Eliana, what are you up to?"
I shook my head again, "That’s not what I an, anyhow, the person inside is not Jones!"
My words had barely dropped when Damon had already strode into the living room, his aura dark as he began to search around. anwhile, I went to secure the front door and pulled out my cell phone, ready to dial 911 at the first sign of trouble.
Damon went from the living room to the bedroom. I stayed put, guarding the two kids, too fearful to follow him in.
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