Wilson turned slowly to face the police and with crocodile tears in his eyes, he said, "My wife... My wife"The police hurried and took him away from the car while carrying the victims into the ambulance.Since he was a senior citizen in town who was respected by many, they did not have a reason to tag him a suspect of his own wife's death. Everything was merely viewed like an accident. He returned home the next morning to find Amelia standing in front of the door waiting for him to walk in with her mum."Where is mum?" She asked immediately he entered but he was too weak to answer her.He walked into his study and wept in silence for his late wife but he could not find the courage to announce to their daughter that she was dead.She saw her mother leave the mansion and he thought that was the last memory she should have of her mother instead of dead.As time went by, his daughter could not get over the trauma and it changed every part of her into something he could hardly recognize.

She slowly dragged herself out of the room towards the stairs.As she stepped out of it, she was too afraid to move."Could it be that Carson was the one Wilson sends to run all of the killing business?" Was he the one who killed her sister? "She held her hand on her chest as all of these thoughts went through her mind.Meanwhile, Carson on the other side was drinking while trying to figure out where she might possibly had gone to.Her goal was to find the one who killed her sister which he knew very much about but knowing now that he was a killer, she will not want to go somewhere where he would find her. He thought to himself.He always goes to LA everyday while he tells her that he was going to work to use the space under his apartment.This was the me reason why he usually returns late but she would not understand if he had explained it to her.He sat on the couch scrolling endlessly through his phone as he waited for morning to come.When the day looked like it was breaking, he

Maxwell held her in his arms for a while not willing to let go."You know we can't stay like this for the whole day," She said with a soft chuckle following.Maxwell exhaled and pulled away slowly "I missed you," He said staring into her eyes.Riya smiled at him and said in a low voice too "I missed you too"Maxwell moved his gaze from her face to her body as if he were scanning her. She stared at him silently waiting for him to speak. Instead, he held her and pulled her to the bed where he made them sit while squatting in front of her. "Riya, you look pale... Are you sick?" He asked. Riya smiled and said in a low "Is that the reason for the sudden change of mood..?"She asked. He looked away briefly and looked back at her almost at the same time." I do not want you to be sick " he said sincerely. Riya grinned and touched his chin slowly." I am not sick but I am not all fine either" She announced."Whatever it is, you know you can talk to me about it," He said holding her hands in

Riya was sitting beside Amelia when she woke that morning. She slept very long because she could not catch a sleep the previous night until almost dawn."Riya.. Are you really here?" She asked as they held each other in a tight embrace.Riya patted her back like a child and said in a very soft voice "Yes, darling. I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere" She said.They held themselves in that position for a few minutes more silence until a light knock came on the door.Riya pulled away slowly and said "Let me taked that"She stood up from the bed and went to the door to answer it. Opening the door, she saw Matty standing with a tray of food."Thank you, Matty" Riya said with a broad smile collecting the tray from the elderly lady.It was filled with different dishes from pancake to conflakes, tea, slices of bread, little chops and hotdogs, there was also a jar of jam and sealed plate of mayonnaise on the tray."It's time to eat something" Riya announced placing the tray on the stool

Kate hissed loudly when she realized that it was a dream "They won't allow me be even in my sleep" She lamented."When bad things happens in one's dream, it's often referred to as a warning for such person" James said.Kate turned to him and asked "How are you sure about that" She asked.James with his ever smiling face "Oh no, I'm not sure especially because I've never had a dream before in my entire life. It was just one of my late sister's theories" he said.Kate brushed her hand through her slowly and said in a low voice "Hmmm.... What about when a good thing happens in your dream?"She asked.James scoffed and said" You mean your dream. Ma'am I just told you I've never had a dream before " He said." Yes, my dream"She corrected."Well, my sister would say it is a sign that something good is coming. Although I do not believe that crap" He said."Why?" Kate asked standing up from the bed."She always had beautiful dreams yet she died like one who never had a dream. How is that beaut