The days blurred together as I tried to keep my mind off the growing tension surrounding Jack and Beatrice. Yet, despite all my efforts, I couldn’t help but have a feeling that something was wrong somewhere. My thoughts keep going back to the past. And the center of it all was Beatrice.
It started with a nagging feeling, like a whisper that refused to be silenced.
Beatrice had always been at the center of my relationship with Jack, she introduced me to Jack and started giving me advice to stay away from him. It was like she planned it and as things weren’t going her way, she started to devise means to break us off. She had always managed to pull the strings somehow.
All the pieces began to fall into place, I couldn’t ignore the strange pattern.
I flipped through an old photo album I’d
