"Home!" He ordered his driver but his breathing wasn't getting normal. He tried to take long huffs and control his anxiety. I should not let her go. For days she was with my kids. She could be very lethal. He thought, as he huffed and lean on to his seat. But recalling her moist eyes on him he doubted if she could be a spy. "f**k!" He growled.
There were fourteen years he couldn't recall. God damn! Fourteen years of his life. The probability of this woman related to him in the past was huge. No, Noah if she was related to you any way Grace or Michael would have told you. She could have told you. Or maybe she is someone my friends don't know about. But who could she be!
You can call me Mrs. Miller,
You tell me who I am?
She looks at me like I owe her something.
My kids,...my kids,...my
