The Anchor

8

"Do you already have something you're researching about, cause I'm surprised you haven't met me for a scoop?" Nora asked looking at Kara as she stole a piece of cupcake her mom baked to give out to the orphanage tomorrow.

"Kara," Nora warned seeing she was disturbing her arrangement, and shortening the cakes.

"Last one," Kara promised with the food in her mouth and gulped it hard into her stomach.

"Be careful how you eat, Kara."

Kara took water from the fridge and drank it.

"So answer my question."

Kara nodded and closed the water. "Yes, kind of."

"What kind? Not a dangerous kind, right?" Nora asked her.

Kara sighed. "You are the one doing the dangerous work, mom, not me."

"Tell me what you're researching about." Nora cajoled.

"Don't even know. Still working on loose ends, hoping it becomes something."

Nora nodded. "I get that."

"When is Sofia coming back?" Kara asked.

"Oh. She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Kara asked confused.

"She's sleeping over at Kate's. She won't be coming back til tomorrow." Nora informed.

Kara nodded. "You know it's especially hard for Sofia leaving Midlane. Everything she loves is there."

Nora shook her head. "Not everything. We are here with her."

"I just...I just still wonder why you decided to follow me. I feel like there's more to it."

"Doesn't matter, Kara. We're all here now."

Kara nodded not wanting to push things further.

"Th...this morning when you..." She trailed with a sigh. "You looked dead. Did you see things?"

Kara furrowed her brows at her. "What things?"

"Dreams." She immediately answered. "I meant dreams. Something had to keep you asleep for that long."

Kara narrowed her eyes at her mom. "Hmm. You believe in the extraordinary?"

"Was it extraordinary?" Nora immediately asked again, causing Kara to furrow her brows at her behavior.

"Mom..."

Her phone ringing cut her off. She looked at the caller ID. It was Zoey. It's showtime.

She looked at her mom. "Gotta head out."

"Isn't it a bit late to be heading out?" Nora asked worriedly.

"Chill mom. I'm just going out to the Haven with Zoey, and Emily."

Nora nodded. "Okay."

Kara equally nodded and walked out leaving Nora in her thoughts.

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"Who is he waiting for?" Zoey asked as they sat still in a restaurant they haven't come across watching Julius as he drink his beer and wait patiently for someone.

"Aren't you guys gonna order anything?" A waitress came to them.

"Just water," Kara told her. The waitress nodded and left.

"Since we're here, why not order something?" Zoey asked.

"What if he stands up, and leaves?" Kara questioned.

Zoey nodded. "I get your point."

No sooner, the waitress brought their water and left.

The glass door of the restaurant opened, and someone suspicious, and looking very uneasy entered, his eyes moving searchingly for someone.

"Could it be that guy?" Zoey asked, causing Kara to look back.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the guy in her vision. The one that was shot.

Julius looked back and directed the guy to where he sat. The guy immediately went to his table.

"You're looking as if you know the guy." Zoey noticed.

Kara looked at her and blinked. "Of course, I don't. Just snap."

Zoey nodded and leveled her phone in between her left knee, and the table snapping pictures of them.

Seeing the guy was enough evidence for her alone. It's definitely not a coincidence.

"Did you hear that name?" Zoey asked.

Kara furrowed her brows at her in confusion. "What name?"

"You weren't listening?" Zoey whispered in a lashing tone.

"Just say it."

Zoey sighed. "I heard the name, Philip Stark."

"The billionaire?"

Zoey nodded. "Yep. And he sounds scared like something is about to kill him."

Kara looked at them wanting to hear their statements.

"It's too late. It's too late!" That is what she heard and Julius stood up and left him.

"I got his picture, Kara. We'll use his face to ID him."

Kara nodded. "OK. That's better."

She looked back at the man. He was indeed uneasy. He seemed to know he'll soon be a dead man.

What exactly did he do to warrant such death sentence?