25 | Truth
My eyes scan the note, this cannot be it. I should know who is after my daughter, after us? We can never catch a break; it has been a good five years without trouble. With the kids playing in the background, Ace gone to work. I just stared at this piece of hideous paper. I sigh, turning it around only to see another piece of writing. ‘You know where we loved to go every time we went Spain, see you there at ten. Alone.’ I glance down at my watch, to see the time being only five o’clock. I couldn’t leave the kids, t least not alone. Then, my phone rings. Unknown number. “Hello.” “Well, well, well…I want to say I missed you, but you’ve pissed me off.” “Jayson..” I stand up, walking towards the balcony doors. “Arabella, I see you read my note.” “How did you know?” “Because I c
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