Unraveling Secrets and Dark Desires - [hiatus due to Found's cancellation 😭]

by UnderElectricMoon

Chapter 1: Gabi/Nyla

Gabi

I hear a chorus of greetings, then a knock on my door. When I look up from my laptop, my good friend, Nyla, is waiting impatiently and appearing troubled.

“Nyla… Come in. Have a seat. What's—”

“Gabi, it’s Aaron. He left early for work this morning—around 6:30 to get his classroom set up. He’s usually home by 5:00 at the latest, and it’s 7:30 and he hasn’t returned home, nor has he called. I know it might be too soon to report anything, but—”

“There isn’t a waiting period. In fact, the first 24-48 hours are crucial. And we will help in any way we can.”

Nyla is right. This isn’t like Aaron at all. He is always punctual, and as she said, he always calls when he anticipates arriving late. I bring her to the interview room to speak with me, Lacey, and Margaret so that we may work with her regarding details of the clothing he wore and his temperament when he left this morning.

“Do you know of anyone with whom he might have friction—anyone who might have it out for him?”

“No. Not that I know of. His students love him. And so do his colleagues… He would have told me if there were any conflicts. I mean, you know him, Gabi. He’s a sweet man. Who could ever…?”

Aaron is a very kind man. He adores Nyla. He is protective of her and friends alike. He’s come to my defense on numerous occasions when M&A came under fire. Nyla truly found a wonderful partner.

“Okay. I’ll have Zeke go through video footage within and around the school. Dhan, I would like you and Lacey to head down there. Maybe someone is still there to let you in. And Margaret, I know you have somewhere to be, so we’ll keep you updated.”

As everyone disperses, Nyla looks at me tearfully.

“Do you think he’s…?”

“Don’t think like that. We will find him. You have my word ... Do you happen to have a picture of Aaron with you?”

“Well, yeah… Of course.”

“Then we’ll start by calling a press conference. Let’s get his details and his face out there.”

When the press has gathered, I have Nyla by my side as I begin to address them. I hold up Aaron’s picture and say:

“This is Aaron Jenkins. A 42 year old black male. However, he is more than that. He is a beloved teacher and friend. He is also Nyla Jeffords' fiancé, who would like to address you all.”

Nyla takes the podium to appeal to the public. Each case, each press conference… It never gets easier. And when friends are involved, it’s infinitely more difficult. For instance, every time I look at Margaret, I see myself as a failure for not having the first clue regarding Jamie. I don’t think I could survive failing another friend.

*

Nyla

“Thanks for bringing me home, Gabi.”

“No worries. Besides, I couldn’t have you driving upset. We’ll just get your car tomorrow. For now, let’s get you inside.”

What a horrible, shitty day. Of all the cases Gabi has to contend with, never have I imagined that one of them would be mine. It’s well before the 24 hour mark and I’m scared. I’m scared for him. All I can hope is that he’s okay—that he’s alive. I know Gabi says not to think that way, but what else am I supposed to think?

“Can you stay a while? I can order us a late dinner.”

“Of course, I'll stay. For as long as you need.”

When dinner arrives, she and I sit on the couch, and she picks my brain for more information. I’m foggy on certain things, but I try my best.

“Has anything like this happened before? Ever?”

“No. Not like this.”

“What do you mean ‘not like this?’”

“He’s usually home by 5 o'clock. But sometimes he'll head back out for a drink with friends, and is usually back by... 10-ish? Any later, he always calls.”

“How often does this happen?”

“I don’t know... A couple, three times a week. What are you getting at?”

It’s unnerving when Gabi doesn’t say anything. And when she does, I have a difficult time swallowing her words. But they're not unexpected, I suppose. She has to rule out all possibilities.

“Is it possible that he could he be seeing someone else?”

“No! If he says he's having drinks with friends, I have no reason to disbelieve him. He has never given me a reason to suspect such a thing! I mean, you don’t really believe that, do you?”

“No… But sometimes people can have us fooled. Luring us with their kindness, only for them to take advantage. To entrap you.”

It takes me a moment to process her musings. But no matter. Aaron is not that type of person. I reject the implication.

“I’m sorry, Nyla. Forget I even said anything. Aaron is a good man. And my team and I will find the answers. We will find him.”

“What do we do until then?”

“We keep a good thought.”

A good thought. With my worst thought coupled with hers—the notion of him cheating... That’s a tall order. Even if Aaron was unfaithful, I still wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to him. I choke up thinking about all the terrible things that could or already has happened. As tears roll down my cheeks, Gabi scoots closer to wipe them away. When she takes me in her arms, I sob uncontrollably. As she strokes my hair, she says comfortingly:

“Everything will be alright.”

Gabi is kind enough to offer to stay the night. An offer I gladly accept. She’s my best friend, and for that, I am grateful. And I trust her when she says things will be alright. One way or another, they have to be.

Chapter 2

I call everyone together to discuss their findings. Zeke starts.

“Exterior cameras show Aaron arriving at the school at about 6:45 a.m. Seems to have been a normal enough day.”

Zeke presents footage of him arriving and parking in the lot, going indoors, interacting with students, and so on. Video shows him leaving, but nothing seems terribly suspect, save for Aaron seeming a bit agitated. But…

“Roll back the video. I think I may have noticed something.”

There are many moments where he appears anxious. When alone, he’s on the phone, clearly distraught.

“Did you see that? Margaret, can you make anything of it?”

“He's pacing. His fists are clenched. He appears withdrawn around his peers, and appears on edge. His behavior can be caused by a whole range of issues: mental health crisis, substance abuse, addiction, relationship or professional concerns…”

None of that sounds like Aaron. Not one bit. Then again, I didn’t think Sir was capable of what he had done. He was my teacher. I trusted him. Then he abused that trust by enticing me with the books that quenched my thirst for knowledge. He drew me in and I was never to leave. But good fortune brought me—me and Lacey—the opportunity to escape. However, regarding Aaron, I don’t have an answer. Not yet.

“Do we have anything else?”

“Well, Dhan and I found a planner buried deep within his desk. It’s up to date, so there was some effort to hide it.”

I take the planner and flip through it. At first glance, it appears nonsensical—like alphabet soup. Initials, symbols… It doesn’t make any sense to me, nor to anyone else. Dhan offers that it's some kind of code. While the idea sheds a little light on the matter, where do we even begin to decipher it? Lacey asks:

“So, what do we do now? It feels like we’re getting nowhere.”

“I’ll go talk with Nyla again. With any luck, she might be able to decipher this. Or maybe she can provide any indication regarding what we saw on video. Will you come with me, Margaret?”

“Of course.”

I take a few pages from the planner and leave the rest for Lacey, Zeke, and Dhan to deal with. Margaret and I take our leave, and in no time, we arrive at Nyla’s. She greets us and immediately asks:

“Did you find him?!”

“I’m sorry, Nyla. But we'd like to talk with you some more. Ask you some questions. We found a couple things that we hope you might be able to help us with.”

We sit with her, and I show her the planner pages. She glosses over them and asks:

“What is this?”

“They’re from a planner that Aaron kept in his desk. We were hoping that you would know something about it. Do these initials and symbols mean anything to you?”

“I have no idea what any of this means. But he was hiding this? From me?”

Margaret and I look at one another. Then Margaret asks:

“Has Aaron seemed stressed lately? Irritable? Withdrawn, maybe?”

“I mean, sometimes… ? But he’s around a bunch of teenagers all day. Wouldn’t you be?”

“That’s fair. Is he known to have any mental health issues?”

“I... Not that I know of. Not that he's shared with me.”

“Okay. Well, what about this? Gabi... The video.”

Nyla watches silently. A whole range of emotions wash over her face.

“I don’t know what to say. I've never seen him so upset. But… Having watched that, the evenings he came home later than usual from hanging with the guys, he seemed cranky sometimes. He would want to be alone. Other times, he would be so happy that he’d bring flowers or little gifts.”

“Alright. That’s good. Anything else you can think of?”

“No. I just… I didn’t realize that anything was truly wrong. I figured it was a bad day here and there. But obviously, I missed things. I mean, he was hiding things from me. His behaviors... And now he’s missing. I feel so—”

I pull Nyla close and say:

“Don’t. I know what you’re going to say, and that is far from the truth.”

I console her while Margaret takes a look around. It’s good to know about his shifts in mood. That gets us a step closer to unraveling this mystery—even if it is a baby step. But at this juncture, I may need to ask for additional help, which I loathe to admit and ask for, but this case hits close to home, and I need all the help I can get.

When I return home, I retreat to the kitchen. I throw together a sandwich and place it on a tray, along with a piece of fruit, and a bottle of water. I stand over it while thinking whether or not I should present Nyla’s case to Sir. It will only serve to encourage his wild idea of us being partners. Then again, it would serve to find Aaron. With a sigh, I tuck the file under my arm, pick up the tray, and make my way downstairs. Without looking up, he bemoans:

“I tire of you treating me like this, Gabrielle. You can’t just ignore me for days on end. Simply slinging food at me and walking away.”

I set the tray on the floor and brandish the file. He looks up from his reading and sighs.

“I see… Another case. And you need my help. I’m not exactly feeling charitable given how you’ve been avoiding me of late.”

“Alright. No case, no food. Simple as that.”

He stands up from his mattress and walks towards me until he reaches the end of his chain. He stares at me, then extends his hand. When he takes the file, he paces a bit as he leafs through it. He pulls out the picture of Aaron and gives it a long look.

“What is it?”

“Who is this woman pictured with him?”

“His fiancée.”

“Does his fiancée have a name?”

“That’s not important. What is important is finding Aaron. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”

The doorbell rings, and Sir looks towards the stairs. I whisper harshly:

“Not a word.”

I rush upstairs and hurriedly turn each lock on the door leading to the basement, and tuck the key in my pocket. The doorbell sounds again, followed by knocking. When I pull the door open, Trent is standing in wait.

“We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Your Aaron case. Can I come in?”

I step aside to allow him entry. He looks irritated. However, not unlike every other time M&A takes on a case.

“I need you to back off this one, Gabi.”

“The hell I will. Nyla came to me for help, so I will help her.”

“Look, I care about Nyla as much as you do, but DCPD received some information, and we’re currently investigating. I can’t have M&A meddling. So please, I need you to stand down.”

I glare at him. How dare he ask me to do such a thing? If anything, it’s the DCPD meddling in M&A's affairs, as per usual. Really, Trent should know that I will be disregarding his request, especially since this involves someone close to me.

“What information did you receive?”

“Come on, Gabi. You know I can't say. But I will need to know what you’ve found.”

He searches my face, but I simply smile. I’m certain he knows that I have zero intention of standing down. It’s pretty much an unspoken understanding. As for sharing my findings, that’s a non-starter. I walk to the door, pull it open, and gesture for him to leave. He walks towards me, pauses in front of me, and says:

“Fine. Don’t cooperate. But don’t interfere with my investigation.”

When he walks out, I slam the door, and hurry back down to the basement.

“It sounds like you and Heavy Boots have reached an impasse. I was so tempted to draw his attention, but it was satisfying to listen to your squabbles. And the Gabrielle I know won’t take orders from someone so ignominious.”

“That is none of your concern. Now, about Aaron…”

“I beg to differ, but yes… Aaron. This coding—or cipher, if you will—could be interpreted as his involvement in some kind of illegal activity. This would explain why Heavy Boots wouldn't want you involved. Normally, I wouldn’t care to lend my brilliance to abet any sort of delinquent—”

“That’s laughable coming from you! You, of all people—”

“—but I would be delighted to help mitigate Nyla’s torment. Did I hear that correctly—her name being Nyla?”

I clench my jaw and my fists. I hate how he knows her name. It sounds so dirty falling from his lips. His voice drips with lustfulness. However, I assume—and hope—that it's indicative of his enthusiasm for the case.

Chapter 3: Nyla/Sir

Nyla

Evening two of Aaron’s disappearance. Not knowing where he is or if he’s okay is harrowing. Additionally, it’s a lonely feeling. No one can truly comprehend these thoughts unless it happens to them. Everyone at M&A understands in a sense, but Margaret definitely understands. Jamie being missing haunts her daily, and further disturbs her nightly.

Nighttime is the hardest part. It’s a time where families are together safe and sound. They talk about their day, share a few laughs, and express feelings of love and affection. But it’s so quiet. Eerily quiet. I pick up the phone to call Gabi, and she answers almost immediately. I ask if she could come over and without hesitation, she says yes. When she arrives, and as soon as I open then door she asks:

“Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

“No. I'm scared. And I don’t want to be alone. I don’t suppose you’ve come across anything? Tips? Clues?”

She takes a moment before answering. I hold my breath, feeling both anxious and hopeful.

“Not yet. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.”

“But we’re all working very hard. Even Trent.”

“I know you are, but why is DCPD involved? I specifically came to you. Did Aaron do something wrong?”

“He didn’t say. But just know that M&A has all hands on deck.”

I’m irritated to know that Trent is involved. I know that Gabi wouldn’t have made the call. So why? Had Aaron committed a crime or had a crime been committed against him? I have to calm these thoughts.

“I’m going to have a drink. Would you like one?”

I don’t even wait for an answer. I walk into the kitchen and pull a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, pour a glass, and lean against the counter while I sip it slowly. Gabi enters the kitchen and looks from me to the bottle.

“Help yourself.”

“Have you had many of those?”

“No. First one. I’m just feeling so overwhelmed. As if I wasn’t before, but knowing that the police are involved and that Trent won’t tell you why… That tells me that it’s more than just a missing person case.”

“I’ll see what I can find out.”

What did you get yourself into, Aaron? Why is this happening to us? I knock back what's left of my drink and pour another.

*

Sir

I keep looking at the photo of Aaron and Nyla. I mostly stare at Nyla. She’s beautiful. Long black hair, bright smile, and her dark brown eyes staring back at me. I can’t imagine how lonely she must feel right now. Is she lonely like me? Surely the loneliness plagues her more so. Aaron is a fool to leave her in such a state with whatever recklessness he's involved with.

I have my thoughts on the matter, and Gabrielle will come to ask, but I am tempted to keep my thoughts to myself. I am tempted to leave this place to find Nyla, and comfort her, and lend my support. But Gabrielle… Gabrielle needs me. She needs my support—support from her partner. Though lately, she’s been treating me less than. Maybe if I leave, she’ll come to miss my presence. So now, rather than focusing on this case, I must set my mind on planning my escape.

I hear Gabrielle returning, her footsteps just outside the door. As it opens, I tuck the photo in my pocket and open the file, feigning to read through it.

“Anything?”

“Not as of yet. Forgive me, but I’ve been preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied? I have a man missing, and you’ve been preoccupied?”

“I will not argue with you, Gabrielle! I have been nothing but a faithful and reliable partner, so excuse me for being inattentive. Perhaps if you weren’t being so neglectful—”

“My friend needs me.”

“Fair enough. But what of before you caught this case? You leave me here and, outside of providing sustenance, you only come down when it suits your needs!”

Gabrielle grabs the file, storms upstairs, and slams the door. It pains me when she and I fight, but some things need to be said. I try to be and have been extremely understanding and patient with Gabrielle. Were it not for her reliance upon me, my desire to mentor her, and keeping our partnership—our family—intact, my patience would have long since run out. I pull the photo from my pocket to gaze at Nyla. There’s something about her that eases my mind, and I wish to find out what exactly. Moreover, I wish to serve to ease her mind in return.

Chapter 4: Gabi

Another day. Day three. I’m still stewing over what Sir said to me. The audacity and hypocrisy is astounding. But at the end of the day, he’s getting to know how I was made to feel during that long, dreadful year. But nevermind. He isn’t my primary concern. I push myself away from my desk and join the others. Dhan says:

“I have to show you something.”

He smooths his hands over a map of the city. He opens Aaron’s planner to a random page, and points at a date and its initials, then at the map.

“Street names. The initials in this book on any given date represent street names.”

“And the symbols?”

“I don’t know. Still trying to figure that out.”

“Well, we have something.”

Lacey asks:

“Why would he need to conceal the street names?”

“There’s something there that he doesn’t want anyone to find out about.”

We all sit with it for a moment until Zeke says:

“Send me the street names. Maybe there are some cameras in the area that I can hack into.”

“Okay, good. Thank you, Zeke. Margaret and Lacey, I’d like you to interview Aaron’s colleagues. Dhan, you’re with me. We need to have a little chat with Trent.”

When Dhan and I arrive at DCPD, he stops me just before we enter the building.

“Why are we here? What does Trent have to do with any of this?”

“There was something he said last night about us backing off the case, but he refused to tell me why. I’m inclined to believe Nyla when she said that this is more than just a missing person's…”

We head inside, but Trent is unavailable. We’re invited to wait at his desk until he returns. Dhan shuffles through the papers on the desktop.

“Dhan! What are you—”

“I’m looking for anything pertaining to Aaron. If he won’t talk, I’ll find something myself.”

I spot Trent coming down the hall, and I signal to Dhan to stop his search.

“Hey, Gabi. Dhan. What are you doing here?”

“We were hoping that you had a change of heart about sharing your intel regarding Aaron’s case.”

“I told you, I can’t talk about it.”

“Okay. Well… Thank you for your time.”

“That’s it? What’s going on? You have been giving up much too easily lately.”

I flash him a smile as I walk past him. When Dhan and I make it outdoors, I ask:

“What did you find?”

“He’s working on something that I’m not sure has anything to do with Aaron. Something to do with a gambling ring.”

“A gambling ring? As in he’s running one?”

I burst out laughing. The notion that he could run a gambling operation is ridiculous. However, Dhan's face remains serious.

“Ridiculous or not, it is a possibility. Or he could simply be gambling. Nyla said that sometimes he would come home irritated, and others, he’d come bearing gifts.”

Dhan and I hurry to the car, and rush back to M&A. Margaret and Lacey aren’t far behind. In speaking to Aaron’s colleagues, they have found that they have noticed a change is his demeanor. He went from being open and having an amiable disposition to being closed off and irascible, with a few good days in between. As for Zeke, he shares video footage that are disappointing, to say the least.

“Given what you all have shared, these buildings must be where illegal gambling have taken place. But, he’s seen visiting each location with this woman on his arm. And… They’re often seen being affectionate.”

“Gambling is one thing, but an affair?”

Margaret explains that there is often a connection between the two—that they’re both risk-taking behaviors. They feed the need for instant gratification, and in Aaron’s case, gambling drove him to seek out a new, riskier situation. Thus, an affair.

“I don’t know how I can possibly tell Nyla. She'll be devastated.”

Lacey puts an arm around me and begins to say something, but I walk away. I go to my office, shut the door, and sit at my desk. I open Aaron’s file to look for the photo of him and Nyla together, but it’s missing. I search in and around my desk, but it’s nowhere to be found. But I suppose I have bigger things to worry about. How am I supposed to tell her? I decide to go home to think on it some more, and on my way out, I announce:

“I need everyone to find that woman. Find her; we find Aaron.”

When I return home, I continue to look for the picture. When I can’t, I go down to the basement to inquire about it.

“Did the picture of Aaron and….Oh, God…”

I freeze in place. I begin to hyperventilate. I find the photo, but it was torn in half. Aaron’s image is lying on the floor, but the half with Nyla's is missing, along with Sir.

Chapter 5: Nyla/Gabi

Nyla

I start at the sound of pounding at my door. I set my book down and walk over to peek out. I rest my forehead on the door for a second, then pull it open.

“Jesus, Gabi!”

“Are you okay?”

“What? I mean, yeah. I’m okay. Are you here about Aaron? Has there been a break in the case?”

I step aside to let Gabi in and close the door. She sinks onto the couch and releases a long, slow breath.

“Gabi?”

“Well... We did catch a break… Here, sit with me.”

When I sit beside her, she explains what she and the others have found. To say it’s heartbreaking doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I’m hurt, angry, confused, then numb. Then the cycle begins anew. I sit in silence for several minutes until Gabi grabs my attention. She pulls out her phone and shows me a picture of Aaron and his mistress.

“I hate to ask, but do you know this woman?”

After a quick glance, I push the phone away.

“No, I don’t. But she's pretty, isn’t she?”

“Nyla...”

“Why would he do that to me? Am I not enough?”

“You are enough. Aaron... He's sick—an addict. His involement with gambling emboldened him to cheat. In a way, he was chasing a high—one risk after another, all for instant gratification.”

I should have known. I should have known something was going on what with his constant mood changes and gifts. I thought they were bad days and tokens of love. Instead, they were indicative of a guilty conscience—both for squandering our money and for cheating on me. I bury my face in my hands and sob uncontrollably. There's a part of me doesn’t care if Gabi never finds him. But then there's the part that condemns myself for thinking such a thing.

“Look at me. Talk to me.”

I wipe my face on my sleeves, and while I look at Gabi, I can’t think of anything to say. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel.

“Gabi… Please leave. I need to be alone right now.”

“I won’t leave you. Not like this.”

She pulls me into a long embrace. I hold onto her tightly and cry until I have no more tears to cry. Eventually, I lay my head in her lap, and she strokes my hair. But when she receives and answers a call, her body grows tense.

*

Gabi

“Hello, Gabrielle.”

I gently coax Nyla to sit upright and excuse myself to the kitchen.

“Where are you?”

“That doesn’t seem half as important as the heartbreak Nyla is experiencing. To know that one’s romantic partner is a cheating, lying gambler is devastating, don’t you think?”

I rush to the living room to peek out the window. I whisper into the phone:

“Where are you?”

“Seeing you comfort Nyla isn’t unlike the times you would comfort Bella as a child. And even now. So sweet. So nurturing. I’d like to think that I had a hand in that.”

I look back at Nyla, and she looks at me with deep concern. I mouth to her that things are fine, then step outside.

“You listen to me, and listen carefully: I will find you, and when I do, you will wish that you had never left that basement. I will make you suffer. Understand? And in the meantime, don’t you dare come near Nyla!”

I am so angry and fearful that I am shaking. To know he’s here, so close, and watching and waiting, turns my stomach. It makes sense now. He’s taken with Nyla, but I refuse to have him make her his next victim. Then, I am further shaken when he begins to laugh.

“It’s precious that you believe you’ll be able to capture me again. You and The Executioner… And would you dare to have Heavy Boots involved? Nonetheless, all of this is very telling. You miss me...”

“I need you to stay away from her.”

“And I need you to tell me that you miss me—that you miss your partner. That you need me.”

I am hesitant to say such a thing—or anything at all. It would mean playing right into his hands. Were it not for Nyla, I would refuse to play his sick game. But I relent, and as I begin to speak, he cuts me off by saying:

“Perhaps some other time. Goodnight, Gabrielle.”

As he hangs up, I shout into the phone, pleading for him to wait. Because of my pride, I have endangered Nyla. As if she isn’t going through enough right now. Before returning to her side, I look into the night in hopes of spotting Sir, but I see no one but common passersby. When I get inside, I quickly lock the door, and rest my back against it.

“Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah… I, um.. Things are fine. It’s just that another case came through, but everyone else is on it. You’re my priority.”

Chapter 6: Sir/Nyla/Sir

Sir

Seeing Nyla’s pain is agonizing. I long to be the one consoling her, but to see Gabrielle offering her comfort warms my heart. However, it is getting late, and it’s evident that Gabrielle refuses to leave for the evening, so I go on my way. When morning arrives, I return to watch over Nyla, but observe Gabrielle leaving with her in tow. While aggravating and disappointing, it gives me an opportunity to get to know her a little better.

When I’m certain they’re far enough away, I make my way to the rear of her house, pick the lock to the backdoor, and let myself in. I walk through the kitchen, then pause. Everything is so neat and tidy. I smile to myself as I think of the old adage: a place for everything, and everything in its place. I continue my tour by walking through the living room. I admire the photos on the mantle above the fireplace. I tuck a small, framed photo of her pictured alone into my pocket and move on. The joy I feel when I observe a tall, double bookcase filled with literary classics is somewhat overwhelming. I cannot wait to engage with her—bond with her—over these works.

I find the master bedroom, but have reservations about entering. However, this feeling doesn’t last long as I summon the courage to step inside. The bed is made nice and neat, and a book waits for her on the nightstand. I remove a glove and drag my fingertips along the comforter and over her pillow, scooping it up, and pressing it against my cheek. I breathe in deep to take in her scent, and it fills me with warmth. It gives with a delicious, heady feeling, and I yearn for more. I return the pillow to its place, fluffing and arranging it as it was.

I move on to open one of the top dresser drawers. I sneer and immediately close it having discovered Aaron’s undergarments. I open the next to find Nyla’s. I pick up a pair of lace panties and smile as I envision her wearing them. I return them as they were, close the drawer, and as I poke my head into the bathroom, I hear the front door opening, and along with both Nyla’s and Gabrielle’s voices. Checking my watch, I discover that it’s lunchtime. My fascination got the better of me, and I stayed much longer than intended.

I continue to listen. As their voices travel into the kitchen, I seize the opportunity to slip out of the house. When I reach the front door, I take one last look around, then take my leave. When I’m a safe enough distance away, I decide to make a call.

“Hello?”

“Gabrielle… How devious of you taking Nyla with you this morning.”

“Knowing you—and I do all too well—it was the best option. As long as I can help it, I won’t allow you near her.”

“I understand your need to protect her right now given the blow she’s been dealt, but she’ll tire of your coddling at some point. And you can’t risk putting her in harm’s way when you go out into the field. Am I right?”

No answer.

“Likewise, you can’t possibly keep watch over her 24/7. Allow me to shoulder some of the weight.”

“You’re sick. And I know what you’re capable of. If I can’t be with her, I’ll make sure someone else will.”

“I adore your devotion, Gabrielle, but truly, be sensible.”

I end the call in frustration. Gabrielle is determined to make things difficult. She’s dead set on keeping me and Nyla apart. However, I will not let it stand.

*

Nyla

“You okay, Gabi?”

She slips her phone into her pocket.

“Yeah. Just a call from the office.”

Later in the day, Gabi offers to take me to dinner at some pub-style restaurant. Just as well. I could use a drink. It’s been four days and no sign of Aaron. It’s been a difficult four days without him, but in learning about his “habits,” I’m not sure things would be any better with him.

“Hey. Where did you go?”

“Sorry. Just thinking about Aaron.”

“No… I’m sorry. We’re trying—”

I hold my hand up, then place it on top of hers.

“I know. Now…. Have a drink with me. And I’m starving.”

“You probably should ease up on the alcohol.”

“God, Gabi! Let me have this! Before any of this, I hardly ever drank. And even now—all things considered—I think I'm deserving. So get off my damn back!”

“Fine. You’re right. I apologize.”

After an awkward silence, I apologize as well. Fortunately, she is patient and understanding. I suppose she would have to be. I can’t imagine how she handles family and friends of the missing snapping at her. Their anger—like mine—is an obvious misdirection, but she illustrates such poise and grace, and it’s extremely admirable. When our drinks arrive, I raise my glass in a toast to her, M&A, and our friendship. And when our meal arrives, I steer our talk to anything but Aaron and her work. I need frivolous conversation. I need to forget about my problems for a little while, at least.

When we finish our dinner, I order another drink. It’s actually my third, but they’ve been mixed, so they can’t be that bad… I guess. But I am feeling less anxious. Pleasant, even. But my first sip in, Gabi receives another call. She doesn’t show it, but I sense her unease. When she hangs up, she rifles through her purse for her wallet as she explains that she has to go.

“Go. I got this.”

“Thanks. But let’s get you home.”

“Gabi, I’m a big girl. I can find my own way home. Just go what you do best.”

She gives a slight smile and rushes out. I smile to myself, sit back, and take another sip of my drink.

*

Sir

Gabrielle rushes out of the restaurant, but without Nyla. I turn away from the bar and look in her general direction. I take a moment to really think about what I’m about to do. Then, I pull my baseball cap lower over my face, grab my club soda, and walk towards her table.

“Hi. I noticed that your friend rushed out of here pretty quickly. And I’m embarrassed to say that I’m here alone. I was hoping I could join you.”

She stares at me. I realize that I’m taking a huge risk, as it’s an issue of recognition. But then she smiles at me.

“Okay. Sure.”

“Thank you. I’m... Christian.”

“Nyla. Good to meet you.”

“Nyla… I thought I recognized you. The press conference about your—”

She frowns and looks down into her drink.

“Yeah, my… I mean, Aaron. You look kind of familiar, too.”

I clutch my glass in anticipation. As far as I’m aware, my face hasn’t been circulated in the press in recent times, but I can’t know for sure.

“Maybe you just have one of those faces. Anyway…”

Nyla and I don’t talk about anything in particular, which is fine. I enjoy being in her presence. However, our chat is interrupted by a phone call.

“Hey, Gabi. What’s up? … Yes, I’m okay … It’s only 10:30. What is with you lately? … Fine. Whatever you say, Mom”

“What was that about, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Just a friend. She's been so overprotective since… Well, nevermind. I suppose I should get going.”

She fishes some cash from her purse and tosses it on the table. When she stands, I quickly get up to steady her. She laughs as she says:

“Well then... I guess I had one too many. Anyway, it was great talking with you.”

“How about I help you home. I would feel awful if some creep tried to take advantage of—”

“It's sweet of you to offer, but I think I'll be okay.”

“At least allow me to call you a cab.”

She takes her time to answer, but she agrees. I hold on to her arm as we walk outside to wait, and when the cab arrives, I offer to help her inside. Just before doing, however, she says:.

“Thank you. And, again, it was nice meeting you.”

She leans towards me. Then I close my eyes when she kisses my cheek. It’s a simple show of gratitude, but it means so much.

“Well, Nyla, I hope we meet again.”

Chapter 7: Gabi

When the morning comes, I pop by Nyla’s before going to M&A. She answers the door with a hand on her forehead, and a groggy look about her. I chuckle as I invite myself in and make a beeline towards the kitchen. After starting a pot of coffee, I say:

“You’re looking particularly exhausted this morning. Gee, I wonder why?”

“Fine... I'll admit that I had one too many drinks last night, but it was nice to forget reality for a while. It's just too much, you know?”

“Look, I get it. But please don’t make it a habit. By the way, why didn’t you call me? I would have come to get you.”

She sinks into the couch with a small smile, then explains what transpired after I left the restaurant. She explains that a man approached her and struck up a conversation. Then he ensured that she returned home safely by calling a cab for her. He truly sounds like a stand-up guy. Sweet, even. After her account, I leave the room and return with a cup coffee and a glass of water, making sure that she finishes both.

“Well, I’m glad things turned out okay. Now, I have to go, but know that I'll be reaching out to Trent. Maybe he’ll speak with me now given what I've found out about Aaron. In the meantime, get some rest, and drink plenty of water.”

“Yes, dear…”

During the drive to the office, I receive a call from an unknown caller. I get a chill, because I’m pretty sure who it will be. After a number of rings, I finally answer.

“It’s not very polite to keep a person waiting, Gabrielle. Namely, me.”

“What do you want?”

“To meet.”

I meet him at an abandoned lot. He sits, waiting for my arrival. Taking note of his dark glasses and baseball cap, I say:

“Pretty bold of you to make an appearance in broad daylight. But anyway, I’m here. What do you want?”

“I can't say I'm terribly worried. I have come to find what is thought to be my appearance nowadays. Beyond that, I’ll be brief. Nevermind the gambling angle, I want to know about Aaron’s mistress.”

“Why should I share that with you?”

“If we find her, it stands to reason that we find him. More importantly, as your partner, I have a right to know.”

I reluctantly take out my phone. To be fair, he's not wrong about finding one in order to find the other. I scroll for her picture, scoffing and mumbling:

“Partner… Right. Anyway...”

He takes the phone and studies the photo. He furrows his brow, then he sneers.

“She looks like nothing more than common trash. And Aaron is weak for allowing this harlot to lead him astray and hurt my Nyla.”

I snatch my phone from his grasp. I stand over him and say:

“She isn’t your anything! And the picture you destroyed—Nyla's half—give it back!”

He reaches into his pocket and hands it to me with zero hesitation. He stands up and gives me an unsettling grin and taps his temple as he says:

“Her image is burned in here. And should I need a reminder, I know where—”

“You stay away!”

He continues to smile as he turns to walk away. It is my hope that he heeds my demand, but highly unlikely. Anxiety takes a hold of me. Do I warn Nyla? Do I compound her existing concerns and fears? Do I tell the others so that they could help keep a watchful eye? Apart from Dhan, I can’t even fathom what they might think of me.

I get in my car and decide that before I head to M&A, I will pay Trent a visit. Seeking more info will serve as a distraction. Hopefully, it will yield results, and hopefully, he is feeling more generous today.

“Gabi? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. About Aaron. My team and I are aware that he’s been involved in illegal gambling.”

“I think I have an idea about how you became aware. I can’t believe—”

“We also became aware that he’s been unfaithful to Nyla. And I need your help.”

Trent leans back in his chair, his eyes sweeping over my face. He then leans forward and rests his elbows on his desk.

“Alright…”

“Do you happen to know this woman? Aaron was seen outside of a building with her. Presumably, one of the gambling locations.”

“That is one of the locations, yes. However, we have no knowledge of this woman. Care to send me that picture?”

“Care to send me the other locations? It will save me and my team a lot of time. And as you well know, time is of the essence. Especially since it’s been five days and we're only just beginning to make any progress. Who knows what’s happened to him in the meantime.”

He takes in a deep breath and sighs. He pulls a file from the drawer and smacks it on the desk. After sorting through paperwork, he slides me a sheet ripe with addresses, along with photos of people spotted at said venues.

“You didn’t get these from me.”

“Of course.”

I quickly take photos of everything presented to me and forward them to Zeke. Then I forward the picture of the mystery woman to Trent. We agree that if we identify any of these people, we will share any and all details with one another. I feel such a thrill receiving this information. It means being one step closer to bringing Aaron home. Likewise, it brings me a sense of closeness to Trent. As I rise from my seat, he stands as well and walks with me towards the door. I say:

“Thank you.”

And on a whim, I kiss his cheek. The mild surprise on his face, and the the way he places his hand over his cheek is very sweet.

“Why don’t you come over later? We can have dinner and work on this case some more.”

All Trent could muster is:

“Okay.”

We smile at one another, and I take my leave.

Chapter 8: Sir

I’ve kept myself apart from watching Nyla and Gabrielle. Within the last few days, I've been able to procure a modest vehicle and a camper to call home. I lay low in a secluded, wooded area. It feels wonderful to be free to enjoy life’s simplicities among nature, but I foresee moments of loneliness settling in. However, I have Nyla’s framed photo set on the dining table where I spend most of my time wrapped in thought and planning. But oftentimes, her photo serves as a distraction.

I can’t stop thinking about her. She haunts me constantly, especially after our interaction. I enjoy her company. But apparently, Aaron does not. He is such a feeble-minded fool to have betrayed her. However, I intend to use this opportunity to my advantage. I intend to make her mine. In the meantime, however, I am intent on finding the whore who led Aaron astray. I will not abide by such treachery—both his and hers. It’s not a question of if I find her—I most certainly will. And when I do, I will find Aaron myself. Then they both will suffer the consequences of their actions. Then Nyla can be free of her pain. She can be free and be with me.

She can’t possibly deny the connection we had when we spoke. I certainly can’t. I envision our interaction blossoming into something more—something meaningful—much like the connection between me and Gabrielle. From the very first moment, I felt this familial bond with Gabrielle and, thus, we became a family. As for Nyla, the very moment I saw her face, I felt that she and I are destined to be together. My instincts are never wrong. But I can’t indulge myself with such thoughts. Not before I investigate Aaron’s mistress. I lay Nyla’s photo flat to clear my mind. Once I regain control, I consider taking a drive.

I ride along the city streets, analyzing each woman that catches my eye. Realistically, I don’t expect to find this woman in such a manner, but by sheer luck, there she is crossing the street on foot. Without a second thought, I follow. I grow impatient as I observe her engaging in the mundane—shopping for jewelry and provocative shoes and clothing. No doubt they are being purchased with ill-gotten gains and with the purpose of ensnaring another simpleton driven purely by lechery. Armed with shopping bags, she carries on without a single concern. Her next stop is a fairly upscale café, where a man waits for her by the entrance. Another simpleton, indeed. He puts an arm around her, groping and kissing her for all the world to see. I feel anger and disgust rising within me. I cannot wait to exact revenge on Nyla’s behalf. What’s more, I shall enjoy it.

I am exasperated having endured such folly. She has met with yet another man by the day's end before returning to her home. And I retire to mine to wait until evening. When night falls, I pack a small duffel bag with duct tape, flex cuffs, and a hunting knife. I adjust my cap over my head, throw on a jacket, and tuck a small handgun in my pocket. When I finally arrive at the woman’s place, I park across the street, and slide on my gloves. I get out, lift the hood of my car, grab my bag, and quickly rush across the street to her door. I set down the bag just out of view, ring the doorbell, and take a step back. When she opens the door, I flash a smile and say:

“Excuse me. Hi. I am so sorry to trouble you, but my car broke down. And my phone died.”

I point to my car and show her a dummy phone. I feign a look of embarrassment and continue:

“I’m clueless when it comes to fixing vehicles. And—”

She must think of herself as seductive what with how she’s leaning against the door and twirling her hair around her finger. Other men may fall for it—and evidently they have—but I’m not that guy. Just thinking about how many men have used her, and how she allows herself to be used, makes my skin crawl.

“Come in, handsome, and I’ll go get my phone.”

She grabs my hand and leads me inside. It all seems so natural for her, and it all feels disgusting to me. I wriggle my hand from her grasp and indicate that I need one second, and grab my bag. When I walk over the threshold, I take a look back outside and close the door. She goes for her phone, and while her back turned, I take out a pair of flex cuffs and duct tape from my bag. I tuck the cuffs in my pocket, then tear off a piece of tape, laying it across my palm. I grab her from behind and clap my hand over her mouth. She struggles and attempts to scream, but I jerk her body against mine. I speak calmly, yet sternly, in a low voice against her ear:

“I’m going to release you. If you scream or try to run, or move even an inch, I will kill you. Understand?”

She ceases her struggle. She whimpers and nods quickly. As I loosen my grip, I pull one of her arms behind her back and tighten a cuff around her wrist, and then the other. I push her onto the couch and do the same with her ankles. She lies there, eyes wide and filled with tears. I sit across from her on the coffee table and look at her. I look through her.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here.”

She nods.

“To put it plainly, I have questions. And you will answer.”

I remove the handgun from my pocket and her face is stricken with panic. Tears stream down her cheeks, and her body shakes as she chokes back her sobs.

“Please understand that I don’t want to have to use this. So, to reiterate, if you scream…”

I rip the tape from her mouth, causing her to grunt and gasp.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

I pause for a moment, then ask:

“What's your name?”

“D-Dana. But—”

“Well, Dana, who I am doesn’t matter. What does, however, is a man by the name of Aaron. Are you familiar?”

“Y-yes… Why?”

“Frankly, I’m surprised that you recall him, as you seem familiar with a lot of men. Regardless, where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t dare lie to me! You lead a man astray, enable a nasty habit on two fronts, and I’m to believe that you have no knowledge of his whereabouts?”

After a long pause, she explains that she and Aaron met at a poker game, and several many since. She was aware that he's engaged, but obviously it didn’t hold any significance to either party. She continues to explain that she was instrumental in drawing him and other men to these games, but she held a special interest in him, as he did in her. As for where he is, she claims that she doesn’t exactly know where, but provides some addresses. As for why, he owes quite a large sum of money, and was taken in an effort to persuade him to pay off his debt. I assume that it means torture, but I can’t say that I feel badly about this turn of events. As for who may have been involved in his abduction, she rattles off some names, and swears to me that that’s all she knows.

“I appreciate your candor, Dana.”

I take up the gun and stand up from the coffee table. I assist her in sitting upright and grin at her. Then, I pick up a couch cushion and say:

“I truly appreciate your time.”

I quickly cover her face, and scream as she might, they are muffled. I press the muzzle of the gun hard against the cushion, and squeeze the trigger. I sigh heavily as I quickly cut off the flex cuffs, shove everything in my bag, and hurry out to my car. I slide behind the wheel and smile, feeling quite proud, and extremely pleased.

Chapter 9: Gabi

Trent and I are to work on Aaron’s case together this evening. I’m unsure as to why I feel nervous about our working together. We've done so on numerous occasions, but hardly ever at my home… alone. I don’t have any expectations, but still… I lay out Aaron’s case file and wait. As I begin to gloss over the details, there is a knock at the door, and when I answer, Trent stands with food in one hand, and a case bag in the other.

“Hope you're hungry. I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I hope Chinese is okay.”

“It’s perfect. Come in.”

He joins me on the couch, and we unpack dinner. As he opens one of the takeout boxes, I simply watch him and smile. When he takes notice, he asks:

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s get started.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Trent sets his food aside and slides closer. I smile to myself and lower my head. He places a finger under my chin and turns my face towards his. There is a look of hope and desire in his eyes. He leans in slowly and kisses me.

“Trent—”

He kisses me again, and I kiss him in return. His lips are soft and his movements are gentle. My hands move to unbutton his shirt, and just as I pop the first few buttons, his phone rings. Trent sits back against the couch, sighs, and says:

“I’m sorry.”

When he answers the call, he looks at me with surprise as he listens. He ends the call, quickly gets up, and buttons his shirt.

“I have to go. Someone called in a tip about the woman. We have an address.”

“I’m coming, too.”

“I'm afraid you can’t.”

“If there’s a chance she knows where Aaron is, I’m going with you.”

Trent surrenders, and we both hurry to his vehicle. When we arrive at the address, Trent walks ahead of me and rings the door bell. After a long pause, he knocks, but there still isn’t a response. He goes to peek through a window and states that there is somebody sitting on the couch, so he knocks again. He tries the doorknob, and when it turns, he has me step back, and announces his presence. He slowly pushes open the door, and when he enters I follow close behind. As he approaches the figure, Trent gasps:

“Oh, God.”

“What? What is it?”

“Well, it’s her, but—”

“Oh my God…”

She’s been murdered. A singular shot to the head. I turn away and fight the bile creeping up my throat. It’s enough that we can’t pump her for information, but the way she died is tragic. Her eyes are fixed with a look of terror, and her face is twisted in a permanent scream. Trent ushers me out of the house as police vehicles arrive.

“Are you alright, Gabi?”

I begin to answer, but am interrupted by my phone.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Gabrielle. It is my hope that my gift to you found you well. However, you appear to be quite shaken.”

“What gift?”

“The whore.”

“You… You killed her?”

“Women like her are undeserving of this life. She was a blight. She didn’t care whom she hurt with impure nature—least of all, Nyla.”

“How are we supposed to question her about Aaron?”

“Ah, yes… ‘We.’ Meaning you and Heavy Boots. Don’t think I didn’t notice. But we—as in you and me—can discuss my findings, as she and I had an enlightening conversation.”

“What did you find out?”

“Meet with me, and I’ll tell you everything. I’ll let you know when and where. For now, I have somewhere else to be.”

He abruptly ends the call. Then, I observe someone slowly walking by. Although the person holds their head down, I just know that it’s Sir. But given that he has information I desperately need, I can’t draw attention to him. As for where he needs to be, I have a sick feeling that it has to do with Nyla. I can’t let that happen, and because Trent is needed here, I decide to text Dhan. Upon his arrival, Trent scowls and asks:

“What is he doing here?”

Dhan steps in front of me and stands real close to Trent.

“I’m here for Gabi. Is that a problem?”

Trent pushes Dhan back, and Dhan draws back his fist. I catch his arm and drag him away..

“Dhan, we have to hurry. I have to go, Trent. I’ll talk with you soon.”

I apprise Dhan of the situation as he speeds to Nyla’s. I hardly wait for the car to stop before I hop out and alternate between frantic knocking and repeatedly ringing her doorbell. I hear her call from inside, then she opens the door.

“Jesus, Gabi! Is something wrong?”

Good… It doesn’t appear that he’s here. Inside, anyway. She looks between me and Dhan. She rightfully looks concerned, so I smile nervously in an attempt to ease the tension.

“Um… No. We just… wanted to know if you’d like to join us for a party at Zeke’s.”

I look to Dhan, and he takes out his phone and begins texting. No doubt he is attempting to reach everyone for an impromptu get together. Not long after, he gives me a slight nod.

“Okay… But beating down my door… ?”

“I’m excited. We hardly get together to just hang out. And I thought it would be a nice distraction.”

“Okay, okay. I think I'd like that.”

She laughs and grabs her coat. On the way to the car, I look around for him, and when we drive away, I receive another call.

“I’m disappointed, Gabrielle. I was merely keeping a watchful eye.”

“No need.”

I end the call and look to Dhan. He pats my thigh reassuringly, as I contemplate Nyla’s need for a "watchful eye." It will be mine alone. I am determined to keep him at bay. I won’t have her suffer at his hands like I once did.

Chapter 10: Nyla (Edited)

Notes:

Time frame for ransom has changed from 72 hours to 48 hours.

The little get together last night was fun. And Gabi was right. It served as a nice distraction. But sometimes, nothing is a better distraction than a good book. After convincing Gabi to leave for the morning, I go to a local coffee shop to do some reading. I swear, I love Gabi, but she’s been smothering me a bit. And last night was simply odd what with the pounding on my door. But I get it. She’s worried about me. It has been difficult lately, but I look forward to Gabi finding my Aaron.

I waver between claiming him and wanting nothing to do with him. In spite if everything, I do love him, but he hurt me more than he could ever know. Whether or not I choose to stay with him, when Aaron is found, I fully intend to let him know my hurt. The betrayal, the anger, the tears—he will know of all of it. I shake my head, take a bite of my muffin, and take a sip of coffee. I sip it idly as I flip through my book. It’s a lovely thing to be able to lose myself in its pages. I become so lost that I become startled when someone says my name.

“Good morning, Nyla.”

“Oh! Christian, right?”

He smiles slightly. Just like the night we met, he hides his face under a cap. I can’t say I understand why. As far as I’m concerned, he’s fairly attractive. Why hide it?

“May I sit with you?”

I close my book and gesture for him to take a seat. He takes up my book, and his eyes light up.

“Shakespeare’s First Folio. A brilliant collection of his works.”

“Ah… You’re familiar?”

“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention —”

“A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene”

He sits back against his chair, clasping his hands together, and laughing gleefully. I smile timidly, then join in on his laughter. He sits forward and slides the book back to me.

“Amazing! It brings me such joy when I meet someone with such a deep appreciation for such a brilliant mind.”

“One of my many favorites.”

“So I see. These pages are well-worn.”

We pass time by speaking on other playwrights and authors we’re fond of. It’s quite nice. Aaron had only a passive interest, while Christian has true admiration and knowledge of literature. We become so wrapped up in conversation, that when I look at my phone for the time, it’s almost noon!

“I should get going. I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”

He seems genuinely disappointed in my saying so. He rises from his seat as I do, and nods.

“Understood. It was a pleasure seeing you again, Nyla.”

“Same. Anyway… Take care.”

“If I may, I’d like to again. It is so rare to have a conversation so engaging.”

I take a moment to think whether or not to share my number with him, but he’s right. It was wonderful to have talked with him about one of my passions. And it would be nice to have a friend who helps me maintain some sort of normalcy. I take a napkin and scrawl down my number, and hand it to him. He takes hold of it, lingering as he holds my gaze. I lower my eyes and release the napkin. Then, after another goodbye, I leave.

When I walk into Gabi’s office, I take a seat. She observes my face, and tilts her head.

“What?”

“You seem to be in a good mood. You know, all things considered... I ordered in. I hope that’s okay.”

“Fine by me. And as for my mood, do you remember me telling you about that guy who helped me home?”

“Yeah. What about him?”

“I saw him today at the coffee shop. We talked like everything was normal. No pity. No overprotectiveness. Just a nice conversation.”

“Well, I’m glad. And I’m sorry for being overbearing. I care about you. And with Aaron gone, I didn’t want you to feel alone. I love you, girl.”

“I know. And I love you, too. Speaking of Aaron...”

Gabi frowns and shakes her head. She tells me that his mistress was found thanks to an anonymous tip called in to DCPD. And when she and Trent went to her home, she was found dead.

“With her dead, how can you possibly find Aaron now?”

“Let me worry about that. Just know that our search isn’t over.”

When lunch is delivered, I eat quietly, though I hardly eat at all. I simply pick at my food. The good mood I came in with simply evaporated with the latest development in Aaron’s case. Given my current circumstances, I’d be a fool to think such moods would last long. Ebbs and flows are to be expected. But, it was certainly nice while it lasted. And it is just as nice to be able to acknowledge that I didn’t use alcohol as a crutch. Because I had a friend. A friend who allowed me to escape my worries and concerns. Feeling defeated, I say:

“Anyway, thanks for lunch.”

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Gabi says:

“Well, hang on a minute. You can’t just leave without at least telling me his name.”

I rise from my chair with a slight grin and walk towards the door. She follows, playfully goading me into giving an answer. As we step out to where the others are, I reach for my phone as it begins to ring. When I answer, I garner everyone’s attention with my sudden change in manner. My brow furrows, and I’m sure to be wearing a puzzled, shocked expression, as my ear is assaulted by a deep, gruff voice.

“Nyla, I assume?”

I shift uncomfortably.

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“Consider me a friend to Aaron. And as his friend, I’m giving you the opportunity to spare his life.”

I look to Gabi, then put the call on speaker.

“You have Aaron? Where is he?”

“Though not unharmed, he’s safe. For now, anyway. He owes a large debt: $100,000. Get us the money, and he walks free.”

“Wha— I don’t have that kind of money!”

“Which is why we’re giving you 48 hours to come up with it. In cash.”

Gabi interrupts:

“Before we do, we need proof of life.”

“Ah, Ms. Mosely. I was beginning to wonder if you’d join the conversation. Nonetheless, not an unreasonable request. And it shall be met. Until then, if you even think about involving the cops, he dies. We’ll be watching you.”

“Let us talk to him. Now!”

“We’ll be in touch.”

A chill runs through me. My knees tremble. Dhan comes to support me, and helps me to a seat. My mind races between how I'm to get such a large sum of money to the prospect of having Aaron’s blood on my hands if I don't. Then, my thoughts are interrupted by Gabi stating:

“I’m calling Trent.”

When she pulls out her phone, I snatch it from her grasp.

“And then what? We can’t go to him, and he can’t be seen coming to us. We’re being watched, Gabi! You heard him. They’ll kill him! But... Given what they're demanding...”

I can't bring myself to finish the thought. I try my damnedest to push the concept from my mind, but it's just too overpowering. As I start to cry, Gabi puts her arms around me and says:

“You know we won’t let that happen.”

“But Gabi, I—”

Then Lacey says:

“Margaret and I can go.”

“What?”

“If they’re watching you, and since Gabi is the face of M&A, they’re probably not even aware of us.”

Gabi replies:

“Yes! Good! We'll come up with a plan to catch these assholes before even needing to come up with the money, and bring Aaron home alive. I'll call Trent to let him know you're on the way.”

After a long pause, I say:

“No... I’ll make the call.”

Chapter 11: Sir

I turn the napkin with Nyla’s phone number over and over in my hand. Speaking with her, and being so close to her, leaves me more than content. In which case, I’m reluctant to contact Gabrielle regarding my conversation with that woman. I can’t say that I’m in any hurry to find Aaron. Then again, I know that this case—just like all others—is important to her. And she needs me. I would be remiss if I abandon her, which would be a betrayal of our partnership. So, I take out my phone. I stare at the screen. I want so badly to be selfish, but when it comes to Gabrielle, I find it impossible. I slowly dial her number and pause before initiating the call. When she answers, I keep my request short.

“Meet with me.”

I inform her of where, and instruct her that we are to meet after dark. When night falls, I wait for her on a park bench, and when she arrives, she sits on the opposite side of the bench.

“How good of you to come, Gabrielle. You’re right on time.”

“Speaking of, I don’t have much time. So get to the point. What did she tell you?”

“If you’re going to be rude, perhaps I should leave. Honestly, Gabrielle, I’d like to think I taught you better than that.”

She glares at me, but she is careful now to bite her tongue. I see it in her face and eyes all too well. In our year together, I learned of every quirk—every tell. Though, there’s something else behind those eyes.

“What is it, Gabrielle?”

“…Nothing… What did you find out when you spoke with Aaron’s mistress?”

“Don’t lie to me. Something's happened. Is it Nyla?”

She hesitates to respond. I hold my breath, and my heart races as each second passes.

“She received a call this afternoon. The caller demanded a ransom of $100,000 to be collected in two days or else Aaron will be killed. We can’t exactly go to the police because they're watching us. But, she has been in touch with Trent. And with any luck, and with whatever info you have, we can find these men before ever needing the money.”

“We. You and Heavy Boots. And you would entrust him to protect my Nyla? He is not nearly as capable as I. And I am not thrilled with the idea of him benefiting from my due diligence. I can help you, Gabrielle. We can help Nyla. Together.”

“If you truly want to help her, please tell me what you know. What did Dana tell you?”

I take a moment to digest what Gabrielle shared with me. I am in disbelief of this darkness that continues to follow Nyla and Gabrielle. And it angers me that this was all set in motion by Aaron’s recklessness. Finally, I am disturbed by Heavy Boots having a hand in the matter. I am Nyla’s protector. It is my duty to watch over her and ensure her safety. I refuse to allow Heavy Boots to strip me of my commitment.

Regarding Aaron, however, I’m ambivalent. I find his infidelity and carelessness detestable. It’s laughable that his life is valued $100,000, if at all. He’s worthless. Given the difficulty of obtaining such an amount, it’s likely that he’ll be rendered lifeless, as well. Truly, his fate hardly makes a difference to me, but it would be harsh blow for Gabrielle, and simply unbearable for Nyla. I can’t live with the thought of Nyla’s suffering. I can’t—

“Hugh!”

“Oh, yes. Of course. I received names and general locations of those thought to be involved with Aaron’s abduction.”

I've narrowed down the list by half since its inception. I provide Gabrielle the names of whom I’ve already vetted. Essentially, it’s to serve as busy work. It’s to appease her and to hinder Heavy Boots. He will not benefit from me, nor will he receive Nyla’s praise. I am her guardian. The distinction belongs to me. She belongs to me.

Without another word, I leave Gabrielle for my car. I sit for a while, tempering myself. The one true way to do so lies with Nyla. I debate whether or not to call her, but the answer is clear. I want—need—to hear her voice. What’s more, I need to see her. Be with her. I set the car in motion, and in no time, I am parked outside of her house on the opposite side of the street. I observe her in seated in the living through the window as she sits with a book. I can tell she’s merely staring at its pages. I see no pleasure or joy—only emptiness. I dial her, and watch as she looks at who might be calling. She hesitates, but finally answers.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Nyla. It’s Christian.”

“Oh, Christian… Hi.”

I wince and grip the steering wheel. I regret having introduced myself using my brother’s name. However, I couldn't very well reveal myself. Not then. Not yet. I can only imagine how sweet it would sound to hear my true name on her lips. But, all in due time. But the sadness in her voice touches a place deep inside. It’s crushing. And it leaves me wanting to be with her, comfort her, and hold her in my arms.

“Something’s troubling you. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Listen, it’s sweet of you to ask, but we hardly know each other. I’d feel uncomfortable involving you.”

“I don’t mind. Truly.”

She pauses for what seems like an eternity. Then she abruptly says:

“I should go. Goodnight, Christian.”

Before I can reciprocate, she ends the call. To say that it saddens me would be an understatement.

She turns off the lights, then a light illuminates the bedroom. She approaches the window to draw the curtains, and I wait until the room goes dark. I wait quite a bit longer until a time that she surely must be asleep, then enter her home. I tread lightly towards her room, and take a quick peek inside. She appears to be sleeping soundly, so I dare to step inside. I stand over her—watching. She’s curled up, clutching a pillow—probably dreaming that she’s holding him. I frown, then give in to a smile as I think of the possibility of her dreaming of me. I reach out a hand to touch her, but think better of it. But then, I can’t help myself. I lightly stroke her cheek, and whisper:

“I’ll protect you.”

Chapter 12: Gabi

The list provided to me doesn’t lead to much, if anything at all—neither for me or DCPD. We have one final person to look into, so Margaret and I take it upon ourselves to pay him a visit. His name is Michael O’Connell, and we’ve learned that he is married with two children and works construction. At face value, he’s an ordinary man who lives an ordinary life and makes an honest living. However, it all comes into question when one considers the gambling and Dana's name dropping.

I cannot wait to work this guy over. And being that he’s our last mark, hopefully any information he gives will be fruitful. When we arrive at his house, Margaret and I sit and keep watch of any comings and goings, as it would be more beneficial to question him without his wife around. Otherwise he is liable to withhold the truth, especially about any connections with the deceased.

Margaret and I make our move when Michael exits his home. I approach him with a smile and ask:

“Excuse me. Are you Michael? Michael O'Connell?”

“Yeah. And you are… ?”

“I’m Gabi Mosely and this is Margaret Reed. We’re with Mosely & Associates. Do you have time for a couple of questions?”

“What’s this about?”

“Do you know a woman named Dana?”

Michael rakes his fingers through his hair and looks back towards his house. When he turns his attention back to us, he appears nervous. He moves in close and says in a low voice:

“Is she accusing me of something?”

“She isn’t accusing you of anything, because she’s dead.”

“Dana? Dana’s dead?”

“What was your connection to her?”

He takes a moment before answering. He explains that he slept with her a few times, and proceeds to beg that we don’t tell his wife. Regarding the gambling, he acknowledges that he does so often, and that the locations change from week to week. When we ask about Aaron, Michael indicates that he does know him. According to him, they get along quite well, but not to where Aaron has shared his substantial financial issues.

“He didn’t mention anything. Personally, the stress would kill me. But the guys that run the games are sharks, so I guess that's how he managed.”

Margaret whispers to me:

“And how he came to owe $100,000.”

“Michael? Have you witnessed anyone being unable to repay their loan?”

“Sure. They’d show up looking pretty tuned up. Or they won’t come back at all. Is that why I haven’t been seeing him around? I mean, I just thought he went back to his normal life with his fiancé or whatever.”

We ask for more specifics about the loan sharks, but he’s unable to give anything but first names. And he refuses to give up anything else. He doesn’t want anything traced back to him for fear of these men coming after him. We promise him that nothing will lead to him and thank him for his time. I leave him with my cared in case he would want to share anything further, and we return to the office.

I brief everyone about the conversation that took place. Then Lacey says:

“So apart from a few more names—and only first names, at that—we have nothing.”

I nod solemnly and check my watch.

“And the clock is ticking. Eighteen hours… Gone. We have no choice but to attempt to source the money.”

Dhan asks:

“But how? Who has that kind of money just sitting around?”

Zeke says softly:

“I do. Well, I have to talk to my dad, but I’m pretty sure I can get it.”

I’m at a loss for words. The offer and his kindness are overwhelming.

“Zeke, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not. Nyla is important to me, too, and I want to help. Just give me some time.”

The monitor goes dark. I grip the edge of the table, lower my head, and try my best to fight back tears. This is the first time in the past week where I can see the faintest glimmer of hope. But, I have to maintain a cautious optimism. There’s no guarantee that Zeke’s father will agree, but knowing him, I’m sure that he will. And when he does, we’ll be sure to have a plan in place so that he sees the return of his donation.

Chapter 13: Nyla/Sir

Nyla

I take a walk to clear my head. I duck into my favorite coffee shop, order a coffee and pastry, and seat myself. I take out a book and attempt to read, but am unsuccessful. My mind is constantly being pulled in different directions. Aaron is alive, or so I'm led to believe. It's a few hours off from the 24-hour mark, and we've yet to receive proof of life. Regardless, I only have a tiny fraction of the money needed to keep him that way. And to know that I’m being watched leaves me unsettled, to say the very least. Reading is my source of distraction, but no amount of reading or anything, for that matter, can distract me from holding a man’s life in my hands.

But I'm not alone. I count my blessings for what Gabi and the others are doing to help as time winds down. More importantly, I am grateful that I am not left to go at this by myself. But as they work, I am to wait. Waiting is proving to be the hardest part. I cool my thoughts just long enough to set down my book and pick up my pastry. As I take a bite, I hear a voice approaching, saying:

“It’s funny how we keep running into each other. May I join you?”

I set down my food and gesture for him to take a seat. His smile fades when he sees the look upon my face.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Well, nothing that I’d want to share with you, anyway.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent listener.”

“I appreciate it. But honestly, I don’t want to get you wrapped up in my problems. I mean, we hardly know each other and—”

“Understood. But should you change your mind, I’ll be right here. That is, unless you want me to leave.”

I shake my head, and he gives a faint smile. Though no words are exchanged, it’s nice to have the company. He doesn’t try to pry. He doesn’t make some inane attempt to cheer me up. He simply sits quietly as he sips his drink. Then, I finally give in.

“My missing fiancé—Aaron—isn't who I thought he was. He cheated on me. He hid things from me. Yet, all that aside, I love him.”

“Of course, you do. You have invested a lot of your time and emotions into your relationship.”

I snort, then mutter:

“Yeah, well… Turns out they won’t be the only investments.”

“What do you mean?”

A take a long sip of my coffee. I shouldn’t have said it. But, it’s not untrue.

“Let's just say that because of his behavior, he's in trouble and currently, I am powerless to help. But... Let's talk about betrayal, yeah? Did he not love me as much as I thought he did? I mean, why else would he cheat on me? Why would he lie to me? I’m sick of the lies. And liars, for that matter.”

“I don’t believe that it’s a question of his love for you. Sometimes, men give in to certain weaknesses, whether they be cheating or, say, gambling. That’s not to say, however, that yielding to such impulses is right.”

*

Sir

She stares at me. Perhaps I went too far mentioning anything about gambling, but fortunately, she shrugs it off.

“I guess you’re right. But it still hurts. The truth will out, as it were. And when it does, it hurts immensely.”

I let her statement hang. I sit with it. After a few moments, I set down my coffee and look directly into her eyes.

“Nyla, I must tell you something.”

“Okay…”

“In light of our present conversation, and in the spirit of honesty, my name isn’t Christian. It's—”

She scoops up her book, shoves it in her bag, and storms out of the coffee shop. I follow as she marches down the sidewalk. I catch up to her, and when I grab her arm, she jerks it away. The look she gives me… Her eyes lack warmth, but are smoldering with anger.

“Nyla, please…”

“I have enough lies to reconcile. I don’t need another. Besides, why lie about something like that? How do you expect me to trust you?”

“I suppose I can’t. But as for why, I have a fear of rejection, as most people do. Given my upbringing, however, the fear is slightly more elevated. In any case, if I’m dismissed as ‘Christian,’ it’s insignificant. If I’m written off as ‘Hugh,’ then... Anyway, I sincerely apologize, Nyla.”

“Hugh...”

“Yes.”

Her features soften slightly. But she doesn’t say anything. I grow nervous. I’m fearful of what she might say when she finally does speak.

“So, Hugh, do you even like literature? Or did you memorize a few Shakespeare quotes and learn to rattle off a list of authors?”

I chuckle, but her face remains serious. I clear my throat and say:

“Literature is one of my greatest passions.”

She looks away from me and heaves a heavy sigh. She adjusts her bag over her shoulder, then looks at me again.

“Walk me home?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

*

Nyla

I’m not pleased that Chri— Hugh lied to me, but his explanation seems valid. I guess. On the way home, he proves himself as we engage in talks about literature. His knowledge is vast, and his excitement is infectious. When we finally reach my doorstep, conversation wanes. As I search for my keys, I say:

“Thanks for walking with me. Despite the, you know, you helped take my mind off things. I appreciate it.”

“I’m glad. And once again, I apologize.”

I only nod. I find my keys and unlock the door. When I open it just a crack, I pause. I turn to him and ask:

“Do you… want to come in? I really like talking to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“There are things going on behind the scenes, and I’m just sitting on my hands, waiting. I could really use the company.”

He agrees and follows me inside.

Chapter 14: Nyla/Sir

Sir

To be in Nyla’s home invited is beyond belief. She offers me refreshments, but I decline. I take a seat on the couch as she hangs her bag, then she joins me. She sits on the opposite end, which is fine, because nonetheless, I have the opportunity to be here with her. She wants me here. She needs me as someone to confide in. She needs me.

“You have an impressive collection.”

Evidently, I’ve ripped Nyla away from her thoughts. She looks at me blankly, then follows my eyes to her bookcases.

“Oh… Yes. A lot of those I’ve had since childhood. I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm. Not to mention, the books I read were pretty advanced for my age. So I can’t say that I’ve had a many friends.”

“I think that with certain characters, it feels like you are among friends.”

“It think so, too! I thought I was the only one that felt that way.”

“Not at all. I was lonely as a child, so…”

Even the mildest recollection of my childhood brings anguish. My mind aches and my stomach twists in knots. I’m released from my torment when I feel her hand on mine.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course. Why?”

She giggles as she says:

“You trailed off mid-sentence.”

“Oh. I apologize.”

She sits closer to me now, and while only a seat away, it feels like miles. Regardless, we continue talking with one another. The usual topics: hobbies, interests, likes, dislikes, and so on. Nyla is remarkable. Absolutely fascinating. The mind boggles at how Aaron—or any man, for that matter—could take such a lovely woman for granted.

“So, Hugh, you made it clear that literature is one of your greatest passions. What other passions do you possess?”

She wears a wistful smile. She’s trying so hard to hide the hurt. To anyone else, her attempt might be deemed successful. However, had I no knowledge of her current situation, I would still see right through her. Her eyes betray her. I move closer to her as I answer.

“Well, to name a few: knowledge, brilliance, and your never-ending hunger for both.”

I kiss her softly. She places her hands on either side of my chest to hold me away.

“Why would you do that?”

“You and I share a connection, Nyla. It’s undeniable.”

“I’m— You can’t do that. I can’t. I’m with Aaron. I love Aaron.”

I place my hands over hers. I gaze into her eyes as I whisper:

“He doesn’t deserve you. He’s undeserving of your love.”

“But—”

“He deceived you.”

*

Nyla

Hugh is very well aware of the torment and heartache I’m dealing with because of Aaron. Yet, he takes it upon himself to kiss me? He's…

“You’re taking advantage of me.”

“I realize you’re vulnerable, but taking advantage is not my intent. We’ve only known each other for a short time, but since the very beginning, I’ve been quite fond of you, Nyla. And with what you’re going through, I hate to see someone so thoughtful and compassionate in the throes of such pain and loneliness, as I'm familiar with such things all too well. But evidently, I have given you the wrong impression, and I’m sorry.”

He's vulnerable, too. And lonely, just like me. The hurt in his eyes tugs something within me. I remove my hands from his chest, but he continues to hold them. I close my eyes when he kisses my forehead. I lean into his kiss slightly when he kisses my cheek.

He kisses the corner of my mouth. My mind repeatedly screams that this isn’t right, but… The closeness. The intimacy. And I feel like a cheat, because Aaron hasn’t been gone very long. But yet, Aaron has been gone away from me since Dana and his other deceptions. But why should I sacrifice my faithfulness—my devotion—just because he had?

I remove my hands from Hugh’s and slide them up his sweater. I adjust the collar of the shirt he wears beneath it, then slide my hands over his shoulders. Tentatively, I press my lips against his.

*

Sir

Her lips are incredibly soft. Her body is soft and warm. Her embrace is warm and welcoming. Her kisses are tender and unhurried, and I savor every second. Her hands meander along my neck, shoulders, and back, then she gently tugs at my sweater. I pause to lift it up over my head, then return my lips to hers. She hastily unbuttons my shirt, and without pause, I slip it off.

She strokes my hair and tangles her fingers in my beard. When I trail my kisses down to her neck, she drags her fingers delicately across my back. I can feel her need, her desire, and her love surround me. I feel it even more so when she whispers my name. I lie her down against the couch, and she smiles up at me. I stroke her face and run my thumb across her lips.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I lean in to kiss her, but am interrupted when the doorbell sounds. I whisper:

“Leave them. Please.”

A voice calls from the other side of the door. It’s Gabrielle’s. She excitedly calls Nyla’s name, and Nyla pushes me away.

“I’m sorry. You have to leave.”

“But—”

She pushes my shirt and sweater into my arms, and as she smooths her hair and clothes, she says:

“You can leave through the kitchen.”

“Nyla—”

“You can’t be here. Please, go.”

I cup her face, touch my forehead to hers, then kiss her softly. Her lips linger against mine before gently moving me along.

Chapter 15: Nyla/Gabi/Sir (Edited)

Nyla

I adjust my clothes and smooth my hair once more before answering the door.

“Hey, Gabi. What’s up?”

I step out of the way to let her inside and close the door. I smile nervously as she looks at me, her eyes scanning my face.

“Are you alright?”

A rush of emotions flood my senses. Having been intimate with someone in Aaron’s absence brings me shame and guilt. Never in a million years would I have thought that to happen. But loneliness overcame me, and Hugh… He’s sweet, attentive, and sympathetic to my situation and my needs.

“Things are fine. I mean, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You have a strange look about you.”

I needed an unbiased, listening ear. I needed some company other than Gabi and M&A. But I didn’t need that. I shouldn’t have done it. Yet, it felt— It felt wonderful. Electrifying. He made me feel special. But I was unfaithful and selfish, especially given the fact that Aaron’s life hangs in the balance.

“I mean, all things considered...”

I check my watch and begin to panic. It's noon, which is when we received the first call regarding the ransom. How has it been 24 hours already? And how can I possibly come up with $100,000 within the next 24? I allowed myself to become distracted, and I am kicking myself for it.

My phone begins to ring. Gabi and I look at one another, and when I answer, I put the phone on speaker. The deep, gruff voice from the initial call says:

“Nyla, Ms. Mosely.”

“Yes! I—”

Gabi interjects:

“It’s been 24 hours! I hope you’re calling to let us speak with him.”

I whisper to her:

“Gabi, please… Is Aaron there? May I talk to him?”

The caller is silent. There is rustling over the line, then a sudden, pained grunt. I can hear the caller in the background demanding someone to speak, and a strained voice says:

“Nyla?”

“Aaron! Oh my God, Aaron! You’re still—”

“I’m so sorry, baby. For all of it. I fucked up, but please know that I love you. So much. Please, forgive me.”

As I choke back tears, I say:

“I love you, too.”

Gabi, seeing my struggle to string words together, follows up with:

“We’re bringing you home, Aaron. We’re going to get the money, and we’re bringing you home.”

The caller cuts in to say:

“Good. Only 24 hours left. The clock is ticking.”

He ends the call abruptly, and I am left with a strange concoction of emotions: happiness, shock, and relief. And then there’s panic. Gabi made a promise that I’m unsure is even possible to fulfill, but she’s proven repeatedly that she overcomes the impossible.

*

Gabi

“This is good. He seems relatively okay. If only we could just—”

I pace back and forth, contemplating our next move. However, it all depends on Zeke’s father returning his call. But it's okay. There’s still time. I take a seat next to Nyla, who is clutching her phone and staring at nothing.

“Talk to me. What are thinking?”

“Aaron… I’m so relieved... But what if…”

“Don’t say it. Don't think it. We won’t let that happen. Trent is doing what he can, and I shouldn’t be mentioning this, but Zeke is working to get the money from his trust.”

She’s speechless. Then tearful. Then a look of guilt washes over her face.

“Zeke is insistent upon helping. He cares so much about you—we all do. So if it’s guilt you’re—”

“I do feel guilt, yes. I feel awful that he is giving so much. That he feels he has to do that. But believe me, I am so grateful. It's just that there’s something else. I did something I shouldn’t have.”

“What do you mean?”

She sighs heavily and wrings her hands.

“Before you got here… Do you remember me telling you about the man that walked me home, and that he and I talked again at the coffee shop?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he was here. And we kissed. Had you not shown up when you did…”

She pushes herself up from her seat and paces the very same path I had just moments ago. She drags a hand down her face, then runs her fingers through her hair. She stops, looks to me, then says:

“It just happened. You must think I’m a horrible person.”

“No. I don’t think that. You’re going through a difficult and confusing time. You’re exhausted, on edge, and vulnerable. I know how much you love Aaron. It was a mistake.”

*

Sir

I heard the call while getting dressed. I’m disgusted to have heard Aaron proclaim his love for Nyla. He’s made it clear that he has no idea what love is. But for her to say it back is distressing. It’s me that she loves. She’s proven as much. And I love her. With all my heart.

I leave her with Gabrielle to return to my camper. I sit and replay the afternoon Nyla and I shared in my mind. To have been able to touch her, and hold her, and kiss her was like a dream. I didn’t want it to end; however, this Aaron business is an inconvenience, what with Gabrielle interrupting our intimate moment because of matters surrounding him. And to add insult to injury, she reduced our moment to being a mistake?! I adore Gabrielle, but for her to make such an inflammatory statement infuriates me. I am further infuriated at her message of bringing Aaron home. Gabrielle is determined as ever to solve her case, and this is in spite of my attempt to hinder her efforts. It is one of the many characteristics that I’ve instilled in my Gabrielle, and I love her all the more for it. It brings me an overwhelming sense of pride; however, it is becoming an annoyance.

But, I was an unfaithful partner. I’ve betrayed my family in misguiding Gabrielle on her journey for the truth. I feel very little guilt, however, for as much as Gabrielle needs me, Nyla and I need each other. That is no mistake. But rather than work against her any longer, I'll resume lending my aid. It's evident that Heavy Boots “doing what he can” isn't enough. And Zeke... No one should feel the need to spend any amount of money on the likes of Aaron.

I shake my head as I consider the things I do for Gabrielle. This particular undertaking will be the bane of my existence, because I despise the man she's looking to save. But she and her ambitions are important to me. Also, his return means complicating the relationship between me and Nyla. However, I need to have faith that Nyla’s love for me will remain true. And should faith fail me, I’ll simply have to manipulate matters in my favor.

Chapter 16: Gabi

Although we are all gathered together at Zeke’s for a celebration of sorts, in certain ways, it doesn’t feel much like one. At least not for me and Nyla, so it seems. Having had been in contact with Aaron and having had heard the pain and exhaustion in his voice, it’s something rather bittersweet. I sit back and observe everyone, particularly Nyla. She sits next to Zeke, speaking with him quietly, and expressing her heartfelt gratitude. And Zeke… He's so modest regarding his contributions—past and pending—to Aaron’s case.

As Dhan, Lacey, and Margaret talk amongst each other, I—apart from making observations—think of Nyla’s confession. I hold no judgments towards her kissing another man. It was a mistake, after all. However, I am envious. The thought of any sort of intimacy makes me miss Trent. Being unable to be near him these past few days have been difficult. I didn’t expect to miss him as much as I do. And our near-kiss, and other near misses, leave me wanting. I throw my head back against the couch and look up at the ceiling. Then, I feel the couch sink beside me.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, Lacey. Just a little tired, is all.”

“I get it. We’re so close with this one, but still so far. But it’ll be over soon. We got this.”

I smile and rest my head on Lacey’s shoulder. I feel my eyelids drooping, and as I begin to doze off, I snap to when my phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Well done, Gabrielle. I understand that congratulations are in order. Contact has been made with Aaron. Funds are likely on the way. Such momentous strides.”

I sit upright, and immediately receive a renewed burst of energy. My body tenses, and mentally, I am on guard.

“How do you know all this?”

“There is little sense in getting wrapped up in the minor details, Gabrielle. The important thing is bringing Aaron home, yes? And bring Aaron home we will.”

I find it pointless to argue or question his idea of “we,” especially among present company. But what he says next is intriguing.

“It will be done without Heavy Boots and his ilk. And please tell Zeke that although his benevolence is admirable, it is not necessary.”

“What? What do mean? What are you planning to do?”

“Help you close this case, of course.”

His tone is ominous, and that’s putting it mildly. Before I can question him further, he ends the call. I think of calling Trent, but what would I tell him? Even if he did know of my secret regarding Sir, I wouldn’t know how exactly to warn him. Experience dictates that Sir is unpredictable and capable of many things; however, I am filled with a sense of dread, nonetheless.

Chapter 17: Nyla

Morning comes, and all we can do is bide our time. We never left Zeke’s place. We all felt it best to wait things out together. Also, we received word last night that the money will be withdrawn and delivered to us this morning at 9:00 a.m. It’s currently 7:30 a.m., and there’s only four and a half hours left until the call with the instructions of where and when to meet for the exchange. I’m anxious, which is compounded by a shitty night’s sleep. I doubt any of us slept well, but my mind would not stop racing.

Of course Aaron was at the forefront, but Hugh played at the back of my mind. I repeatedly berated myself throughout the night for having the slightest thought of him in light of what’s to happen, but I can’t let go of the guilt. Much like I can’t let go of his kindness and warmth, nor his affection and the sweetness of kisses. I shake my head, shaking such thoughts from my mind. This is about Aaron. We’re so close to bringing him home. And then our life can return to normal. Not completely normal, of course, as we’ll have a lot to talk about, but he’ll be home again. As for Hugh, regardless of how he was there for me, I have to limit any kind of interaction with him. I definitely can’t be alone with him.

I startle when my phone rings. I look at the time. It’s much too early for the call, but still, Gabi and the others watch closely as I answer.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Nyla.”

I shake my head at them, then step into the next room. I take a deep breath before responding.

“Good morning.”

“It’s so lovely to hear your voice. I couldn’t stop thinking about you or about our time together.”

“Yeah, well, about that… I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t have happened.”

“Don’t say th—”

“It was a mistake.”

My answer was met with silence. Then:

“I don’t believe it was. You and I belong together.”

“What?!”

I didn’t realize that I had risen my voice. Gabi pokes her head in and watches me intently. I turn my back to her and whisper into my phone:

“Wow! Okay… It was a mistake. Nothing more should be read into it. Besides, Aaron is coming home, and he’s the one I belong with.”

“The only mistake is being with him when he clearly doesn’t cherish you like I do. We have a connection, and—”

“I’m sorry. Goodbye.”

I hang up and plaster a smile on my face before turning to face Gabi. She holds this look of concern as she approaches me.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

Everything’s a mess. I’ve seriously misled Hugh. Then again, he knew. He knew my circumstance, but he chose to ignore it. But, again, I encouraged him. I had one moment of weakness that prompted a grave misunderstanding. Add also that it was a betrayal of trust with respect to my relationship with Aaron. However, that seems so small now given the magnitude of Hugh’s misguided notion of us. No matter, though. Time is winding down, and I must redirect my focus.

Whereas time was moving slowly, noon is currently fast approaching. Zeke’s father came and went, and we are all sitting in wait for the call. When the call comes through, it’s short and simple. I’m to arrive at some abandoned warehouse at 10 o’clock tonight with the money in hand. I’m allowed to bring Gabi, but no one else. Especially not the police. When the call ends, we get in touch with Trent, who states that he and his team will be planning how to extract Aaron and make their arrests without anyone getting hurt. In the meantime, more waiting. Waiting is the hardest part.

Chapter 18: Sir/Gabi/Nyla

Sir

My heart breaks at Nyla’s rejection. But I know that she can’t mean it. Especially since it was Gabrielle who fed her the idea of our passion being a mistake. It wasn't a simple fling for me, and I will prove to her that it’s anything but. I will show her the depths of my love by saving Aaron as, plainly, she does care for him. But because of my sacrifice, she will come to love and care for me more. As for Gabrielle, I’ll prove that our family—our partnership—is one to be valued. That it is a sacred, unbreakable bond rooted love, guidance, and support.

Regarding support, I’ve been in touch with Gabrielle to get a sense of the current time-line. I have until 10 tonight, and I will prevail. She will yield to her need of me. I am so close to my goal, and to think that it’s all thanks to a filthy slut. Dana wasn’t a complete waste, as her name dropping has been quite useful. When not enjoying Nyla’s company, I rather enjoyed teasing information from Dana’s associates, namely when it wreaked havoc within their interpersonal relationships. Regardless of the pleasure derived from my inquiries, I’ve been successful in narrowing down locations of where Aaron might be held. Still, there’s a bit more work to be done.

*

Gabi

For Nyla’s sake, I try to treat today just like any other. We wait at my place until it’s time. Apart from a call from Sir, outside communication has been minimal. Nyla, herself, doesn’t say much, which is understandable. Though, she’s more quite than usual. Even when she’s under the most crushing of stresses, she would still find something to say. If I were to wager a guess, it had to do with the phone call she received earlier.

“Nyla? I know that what’s to happen tonight is distressing, but the call I walked in on… Did it add to it?”

She looks at me. I see that she is choosing her words carefully. Or maybe deciding whether or not to tell me about it at all.

“Maybe? I mean, it’s nothing as important as Aaron coming home.”

She’s withholding something. But she’s right. Priority number one is Aaron. Everything else is trivial, and if she wants to talk about it, she knows that I’m always here for her. In the meantime, we wait. Time moves excruciatingly slow, but as each hour passes, tension swells. It’s almost palpable. Evening finally comes but we’re still hours away. And when my phone rings, we both jump at the sound. But being that it’s only a bit after 8, I answer nervously.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Gabrielle.”

“Listen... Whatever it is can wait.”

“Even if it has to do with Aaron?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d like for you to meet with me. You and Nyla.”

The very moment he gives the location—the very same warehouse location as described by the caller—I end the call. Hesitantly, I say to Nyla:

“We should go. To the warehouse.”

“Wait... Now?! Was that Trent?”

I can’t very well tell her that it was Sir. It feels horrible to lie to her, but the truth is complicated. One would even consider it shameful and revolting.

“He wants us to go there and standby.”

Nyla checks the time, then holds my gaze for a moment. She has a look of suspicion, then asks:

“Are you sure about this? Will Trent be nearby?”

I’m not entirely sure at all. But, despite the resentment I feel towards Sir, I do trust that he wouldn’t lead me into a precarious situation. He's always been protective of me, much to my chagrin. And given his infatuation with Nyla, that trust is two-fold. After assuring her that we will be under scrutiny and protection—which isn’t completely untrue—she agrees to leaving with me.

*

Nyla

We park across from a dimly lit warehouse. There are a couple of cars parked out front—presumably those belonging to Aaron’s captors. To say I feel uneasy is an understatement. It’s more nervousness than fear. I’m anxious about seeing Aaron again. I’m apprehensive regarding what I might say or do when we’re face to face. The lying, the cheating, the gambling—they're all to be reckoned with. But I trust that joy will conquer anger and despair.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Gabi, you can’t be serious. We’re an hour early. And driving up, I saw no indication of Trent and his team.”

“Trust me.”

Gabi reaches into the backseat for the bag of cash. I wrestle with myself whether to sit tight or blindly trust Gabi’s instincts. Her instincts hardly ever seem to fail her, so I relent. We approach the warehouse door, and slowly push it open. I poke my head inside, and in the dim lighting, I see a shadow pacing back and forth. I observe another shadow—a seated figure struggling against what I assume to be restraints. As they grunt and groan during their struggle, the pacing figure stops and says:

“Aaron, please. Enough! I am doing you a favor. So if you please, rather than whinging, take the time to thank me by granting me a little peace and quiet.”

Then he begins to pace again. The voice isn’t like the one from the calls. This voice is low and stern, yet strangely calm. And oddly familiar. But no matter. I am elated to know that Aaron is still breathing and still has the will to fight. I whisper:

"Oh, my God!"

Then, the figure stops and calls out:

“Gabrielle! Nyla! Please, come in and join us.”

The caller referred to Gabi as Ms. Mosely, so something here isn’t right. Who is this man? But Gabi approaches without question. I follow her, and when we round a corner, there is so much to take in: two men lay unconscious on the floor, Aaron is seated with his wrists restrained and hands resting in his lap and his ankles tied together, and:

“Hugh?”

When I say his name, Gabi turns to stare at me as I stare at him. He points to the men on the floor and says:

“Gabrielle: my gift to you. And Nyla—” Hugh extends his hand to me and continues: “Aaron is safe now. You can finally be free of your worries and commit yourself fully to me.”

Chapter 19: Nyla/Gabi/Sir

Nyla

Hugh has left me absolutely speechless. Of course I appreciate his keeping Aaron safe from these men, but his motive is beyond the pale!

“My commitment is to Aaron. Now, please, untie him.”

Gabi interjects:

“How do you know this man?”

“He’s—”

My mouth is dry. I realize that I have to admit my dalliance in front of Aaron. But, perhaps, it’s best to confess now, rather than have this secret destroy me and whatever is left of our relationship. However, before I can complete my thought, Hugh answers for me. And when he does, he looks upon Gabi with such an intense, unsettling gaze.

“I’m sure that Nyla is too reserved to divulge such secrets, but I am happy to share that she and I have been intimate with one another.”

“Is that true, Nyla?”

I look down at my feet and nod. Then I tell her:

“This is the man I kissed.”

And to Aaron, I say:

“I swear that things didn’t go any further than that. It was a horrible mistake. I’m so sorry.”

Aaron simply nods. I see forgiveness in his eyes, and in Hugh's, I see both hurt and indignation. I become frozen under his gaze. Then Gabi draws my attention by asking:

“Do you not realize who this man is? He’s Sir.”

I cover my mouth with one hand and hold my stomach with the other. Gabi’s kidnapper? Hugh… Hugh Evans? He seemed nothing like what the media, Gabi, or Lacey portrayed. That is, until his overwhelming fixation and romantic ideation reared its head. I feel as though the ground is shifting beneath me, and the room begins to spin. My knees buckle, and Gabi holds on to me as I cling to her.

“I didn’t— I didn’t know. Had I known—”

Hugh approaches me, cups my face, and says:

“Listen to me. Nevermind who I am or other’s perception of me, what we did—what we have—isn’t a mistake. You and me—we're destined to be together. And I did this for you. I saved him so you wouldn’t have to waste your time and emotions on him anymore, so that you can now spend them on us.”

“You’re delusional.”

“But Nyla, I love you. You are the first person in a long time who hasn’t made me feel as if I’m broken. And that, in part, is what endears you to me. And unlike Aaron, I cherish you. You are my one and only.”

As twisted as it may seem, his words tug at me. Aaron and his affair broke me. Clearly, he didn’t cherish me, or if he did, I certainly wasn’t his one and only. But for Hugh to speak of love? It’s madness! Isn't it? And then, Hugh draws near and kisses my lips softly, which prompts Gabi to step in and push him back.

*

Gabi

“Don’t you touch her! And how could you possibly know what love is? You’re too broken for anyone to ever love you!”

He smirks at me. Then he whispers just loud enough for me and Nyla to hear:

“You’re just as broken as I am, Gabrielle. Why don’t you share with Nyla where I was for the past year and exactly how you came to solve your cases? Or should I say, our cases?”

“What is he talking about?”

I am stunned at his audaciousness. The secrets that have come to light thus far have been devastating. However, none have been as ruinous as mine. I fear having to explain, as I fear Nyla’s reaction. And depending on her response, I also fear how far my secret will spread. Nonetheless, I can feel her eyes burning upon me.

“I promise that I’ll tell you everything once we get Aaron and get out of here.”

“You may take Aaron, Gabrielle. But I want you, Nyla, to come away with me.”

Before either of us could protest, we hear shouting from outside. It’s Trent! Hugh tips his head down and sighs heavily, then moves calmly towards Aaron. He brandishes a knife and says to all of us:

“I’m about to do you another favor, Aaron. You get to play hero. Gabrielle found you. She and Nyla released you. You overtook these men. High praise all around. One mention of me, however—”

*

Sir

I whisper against Aaron’s ear:

“Let's just say that I'm not above killing a man.”

I cut through his restraints, snatch him up by the collar, and push him to the floor. I hold this man in the lowest regard. It’s a wonder to me how Nyla can still feel anything towards him. But I’ll win her over completely. As I hear Heavy Boots' shouts grow closer, I walk towards an alternate exit. When I reach the door, fully expecting her to be doting on Aaron, I look back at Nyla. While she is by his side, she's watching me. Before making my escape, I mouth to her:

“I love you.”

The following day, Gabrielle calls one of her press conferences in front of M&A to tell the world of her latest success story. I meander in the background behind the press, catching glimpses of her, Aaron, and Nyla. Nyla stands by his side like a dutiful partner, but it should be me by her side. She smiles as her eyes scan the crowd. A forced smile, but a convincing one, nonetheless. Aaron reaches for her hand, and though she takes his, she does so with hesitation. Then, her eyes appear to settle on me. When she drops Aaron’s hand, and her smile falters slightly, I move out of sight.

*

Nyla

I see someone in the crowd who appears to be Hugh. But after last night, would he be so bold to show himself? When the person lowers his ball cap, and raises his hoodie, I receive my answer. His outpouring of emotions and his words are haunting. He bore his soul, whereas, Aaron concealed his. Why do I even draw the comparison? He’s Sir! Sir, who kept Gabi in captivity for a year! Speaking of, Hugh mentioned being somewhere for the past year, and alluded to Gabi having something to do with it. I’ve been promised an explanation, and I’m extremely curious as to what she has to say.

*

Gabi

After the conference wraps, me, Aaron, and Nyla go inside for celebratory drinks. Nyla pulls me into my office and says:

“Last night, Hugh mentioned something about the past year and your cases? What was he on about?”

I do owe her an explanation. I made a promise. But how do I find the words to explain my heinous actions? There’s no other way than to just say it, I suppose. I take in a deep breath and:

“For the past year, I have held Sir captive in my basement. And M&A has had a high success rate because he’s been helping me with our cases.”

Her silence is deafening. And her face is unreadable. My stomach is in knots in anticipation of what she will say. But she doesn’t say anything.

“Nyla… Please, say something.”

“I’m not sure what to say. I mean, that’s fucking insane.”

“I know. It certainly doesn't make me any better than he is.”

“Do the others know?”

“Just Dhan. He helped me get him down there.”

Silence once again. What could she be thinking? What could she possibly think of me now?

“I just can’t... I mean, I guess... Turnabout is fair play? I don't know... But the cases... It’s the end result that matters, as far as I’m concerned. That's the upshot of this situation, if anything.”

It feels like a great weight has been lifted. As my close friend, I dreaded telling her. I dread the notion of telling the others, but when it comes to her, her understanding—or at least her grace—is a huge relief. But then I feel another pang of guilt.

“I’m so sorry I got you mixed up with him. I had no idea—”

“Exactly. You had no idea. Hell, I had no idea. Had I known, I wouldn’t have gotten involved. And now, I feel so…”

“What?”

She avoids looking at me. Then with a smile and chuckle she says:

“Nevermind. Let’s just go back to the party.”

Chapter 20: Gabi/Nyla/Sir

Gabi

Everything is slowly getting back to normal. Although, normal is relative. Not much time has passed—maybe a week or two—since Aaron’s return, and I can tell that there’s a distance between him and Nyla. While she is sympathetic to his experience, she is less so regarding what led to it. I have attempted, on numerous occasions, to talk with her about it, but she refuses. She only tells me that things are fine, and quickly changes the subject.

This particular morning, Nyla invites me to her home for coffee. At first, she doesn’t say anything, so I break the ice by asking:

“Where’s Aaron?”

“Work. Then we have couple's therapy later. We decided it would be a good idea after, you know…”

“It's a great idea. I can’t advocate for therapy enough. It's helped me since my escape from Sir.”

“But I’m just so angry, Gabi. I mean, I’m happy he’s back and safe at home, but how can I move past everything that brought us here?”

“It’s cliché, but trust the process. And give it time.”

“Right, but—”

Her phone rings, she glances at the screen, then rejects the call. Seconds later, her phone rings again and, again, she rejects the call. We continue our conversation with several such interruptions. Nonetheless, when I feel that she’s in a good place, I leave for M&A to begin work on a new case.

*

Nyla

After couple’s therapy, Aaron and I return home where I start in on preparing dinner. He offers to help, but I decline. I simply want to be left alone with my thoughts. I feel exhausted, sad, angry, and confused. The whole missing saga put me through hell. The gambling I can reconcile—to a point—but the cheating… We spoke about it at our session, but nothing he said, says, or will say will make a difference. It happened, trust was broken, and it will take time to earn it back. That’s the long and short of our therapist's spiel, anyway.

As for me, I addressed my actions and my guilt surrounding Hugh. Aaron was understanding. He insisted that I shouldn’t beat myself up about it, because confusion, vulnerability, and so on. I think he said it to ease his guilt. But whatever the reason, I still feel awful. I feel even worse that I’ve been thinking about Hugh. He was there for me when Aaron wasn’t. He saved Aaron. For me. As for loving me, I can’t wrap my head around it, but the look in his eyes when he proclaims it shows me that he believes that he does. Just like he believes in the bond between him and Gabi.

I can’t ever tell her these thoughts—that I think of him. He should be the furthest thing from my mind. But the incessant phone calls… They show up as unknown, and I haven’t answered any of them, but I just know that the calls are from him. I have to keep my distance. But, that does necessarily mean that he’s been keeping his distance from me. Knowing that he’s followed Gabi for many years, it doesn’t exempt me from the same behavior, I’m guessing.

I am startled when Aaron comes into the kitchen and puts his arms around my waist. I shrink away slightly when he kisses my cheek. I sigh and say:

“I'm sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it. I screwed up. And I know that I have a lot of work to do to regain your trust.”

“Yeah, well… Anyway, dinner's ready.”

After dinner, I get ready for bed and settle in with a book. After a few pages, I drift to sleep. When I wake up again, it’s a bit after midnight. Aaron is lying close to me with an arm around me. I carefully move his arm so I don’t wake him, and quietly slip out of bed. I go to the kitchen for a drink of water, and then—

*

Sir

I grab Nyla from behind, hold her body tight against mine, and press a rag dabbed with chloroform over her nose and mouth. She struggles to scream and get away, but my hold on her is firm. She exudes such incredible will and strength. So much so that it arouses me, I’m ashamed to admit. Her efforts slow and weaken while she takes in the chemicals scent. Then her body goes limp in my arms.

When I get her home, I lie her down in my bed, sit at the bedside, and stroke her hair. I brush stray hairs from her face and kiss her forehead. I whisper to her:

“Welcome home.”

I cover her with a blanket, and kiss her forehead once again. I leave her to sleep and sit at the dinette table. I rest my head and smile at the fact that Nyla is here with me. I can’t wait until she awakens. Since Aaron’s return, I have missed our conversations, her smile, her mere presence. We have much to make up for, but in the meantime, I need sleep.

*

Nyla

My eyes flutter open, but I squeeze them shut again. It’s so bright. And my head hurts. I force my eyes open, and when I look around, I push myself up from the bed. I’m unsteady on my feet, but I have to get out of here. I’m panicking, because I don’t recognize this place. Where am I? How did I get here? I make my way to the door, but it’s a difficult task between the wooziness and fear and unfamiliarity. When I finally reach the door, it pops open, and someone steps inside.

“Good morning! Perfect timing. I brought you breakfast from your favorite coffee shop.”

I scream at the sight of Hugh. I try to rush past him, but my knees give out. He catches me and says:

“Easy… It’s okay. Everything is alright.”

I shove him and yell:

“No, they’re not! What did you do to me? Where am I?”

“I brought you home. Here… Sit. Drink your coffee. You’ll feel better.”

He helps me sit at the dining table and hands me the coffee.

“I’ll feel better when I get home. My real home. Away from you.”

He sits across from me. When he reaches to touch my face, I slap his hand away. I’m no longer scared. I know that he won’t hurt me. Instead, I’m pissed.

“You’re being quite hurtful, Nyla.”

“And you’re crazy!”

As I stand, he stands a well. He blocks my path when I attempt to approach the door. He places his hands on my shoulders and says:

“Oh, come now. Simply put: I needed to see you. I’ve missed you. You won’t take my calls. You haven’t been to the coffee shop…”

“With good reason. To stay away from you.”

He slides his hands from my shoulders and down my arms. He steps closer and asks:

“Why? What are you afraid of? I would never hurt you. I love you.”

He pulls me into an embrace, but I stand stock still. He whispers to me:

“Let me love you, Nyla.”

He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. He breathes in deep, then I feel his lips press against my skin. He pulls down the strap of my night gown and rests his head on my shoulder. I work my way out of his embrace and take a step back. He stares at me a moment before saying:

“Okay. You want to go home? I’ll take you home. But I have to ask: are you happy? Are you happy with Aaron?”

“What? Of course—”

“You refuse to let him touch you. That night, when we parted, the way you looked at me… And the press conference… Your forced smile, the hesitation to even hold his hand…”

He's not wrong. Everything he’s saying is true. He uses my silence as an opportunity to touch my cheek. He brushes his thumb across my lips.

“Yet, you don’t shy away from my touch. And I can make you happy. If you’ll let me.”

Chapter 21: Sir/Nyla/Gabi

Sir

I want to make Nyla happy. I am more than capable of making her happy. I want to show her that love—my love—is long-lasting, and that I would never stray. But Aaron… She stays faithful and true even though he didn’t, and even when she’s clearly disgusted by him and his behavior. Were it not for Zeke’s kindness, perhaps I should have left him to face the consequences. But then, Nyla’s world would be shattered, I would have been cast out, and she wouldn’t know the depths of my love for her.

She hadn’t answered my question. She didn’t refute my observations. Instead, she stands with her eyes downward. I place a finger under her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. One look at her pouting lips compels me to kiss her. As gentle as I try to be, I find myself to be assertive—wanting. I hold her close, and to my delight, there isn’t an immediate rejection; however, after a moment, she breaks away.

“I can’t! I can’t do this! If I do, I would be no better than Aaron.”

“Nyla…”

“And Gabi! Oh my God! Gabi! She—”

“I would think that Gabrielle would be happy for us.”

“Seriously?! After what you’ve done to her? After what you've put her through?”

What she says immediately irks me. But I explain:

“I didn’t do anything to Gabrielle. If anything, I rescued her from a life of mediocrity. I both preserved and enhanced her brilliance. I introduced her to what a loving, caring family should be.”

*

Nyla

He truly believes what he’s saying. I feel somewhat horrified, yet strangely curious. But what the hell am I thinking? In spite of his intentions, what he’s done is crazy work. But I do want to know the motivation behind it all. Then I recall what he said in one of our prior conversations:

“You said you were lonely as a child? Is that part of why you did it?”

“Gabrielle’s father wasn’t present. I wanted to give her the opportunities he couldn’t, and that I never received. Combine that with her intelligence and her insatiable desire for knowledge, we are kindred spirits. And she needed me. She needed my guidance. And she needs me to this very day.”

I take some time to digest his reasoning. It’s fantastical! And nothing could ever explain the fact that he lured her to his home and imprisoned her. Then he adds:

“You remind me so much of Gabrielle. We, too, have a connection. Your brilliance, your knowledge, your loving nature—all of which Aaron is undeserving.”

“But I don’t need you. Just like Gabi didn’t need you then and doesn’t need you now.”

His face displays a range of emotions. He appears stunned, then angry, disappointed, then ambivalent. After an uncomfortable silence, he finally says:

“Gabrielle aside, I need you.”

We stand staring at one another. I don’t know how to respond. It’s a sweet sentiment, but considering his and Gabi’s past, I can’t get involved. However, despite the past, my present involves Aaron. But as Hugh alluded, I’m unhappy. Aaron’s secrets destroyed me. Our relationship will never be the same, and no amount of counseling will help. And the secret of whatever it is I feel towards Hugh is—

“I need you, Nyla. I love you.”

“Please, stop saying such things! And please, take me home.”

He lowers his head, nods, then whispers:

“Okay. But let’s get you covered up. There’s a chill in the air.”

He reaches into a small duffel and pulls out a set of my clothing. When and how he was able to gather them is beyond me, but I am beyond grateful. He gives me privacy in order to get dressed, and when he returns, he removes his hoodie and has me put it on. His warmth and scent lingers. It’s comforting. Hugh has always been a comfort despite everything else he's done. But, no. I can’t. I express again that I’d like for him take me home. He finally relents, and we finally leave. When we reach my house, he turns off the car, places his hand on my arm, and says:

“I can see conflict stirring within you.”

As I place a hand on the door handle, he presses the key to my house in the palm of the other. He also pulls my phone from his pocket and says:

“I anticipated this, because you’re a woman of principle. You feel that it is only right and just that you give Aaron a proper goodbye, even though he doesn’t deserve it. And then, you’ll come back to me. I'll see to it that you do.”

I stare at him. I’m speechless. All I can muster is:

“Goodbye, Hugh.”

I push the door open and climb out of the vehicle. Without looking back, I retreat into the house and ensure that all doors and windows are locked. I peek out the window to see Hugh driving away slowly. With a heavy exhale, I go to my room and curl up in bed.

*

Gabi

Midmorning, and I’m still unable to reach Nyla. I’m concerned, as Aaron called regarding Nyla not being home when he woke up to ready himself for work. I received the call around 7:00, so I assumed she walked to the coffee shop as I’ve known her to do on several occasions. I eased Aaron’s worries and convinced him to go to work. However, given the number of attempts to make contact, I am worried. Then finally, she answers my call.

“Hey, Gabi.”

She sounds exhausted. And faraway.

“Are you okay? Where were you? I’ve been calling, texting—”

“I’m— I'm fine. I just needed some time alone.”

She sounds different. Something is very off. But I don’t push the issue. Not yet, anyway.

“Listen, I’m wrapping things up here at the office. Maybe we can grab lunch in a bit? I'll come to you.”

“Sure. That sounds good.”

When I arrive, she looks as exhausted as she sounded over the phone. And there’s a certain sadness about her as she hugs a black hoodie around herself. Curious, as I’ve not seen it before. But maybe I have. Those things are a dime a dozen, but there’s something— Well, anyway…

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, Gabi. I’m alright. So where are we going for lunch?”

She smiles, but her eyes are sorrowful. Or is it that she’s distracted—lost in thought? Whatever it is, it’s unlike her. And hopefully, she will come to confide in me, as we do with one another. I’ll give her time, and I’ll just have to be patient.

Chapter 22: Nyla

I admire myself in the mirror. I’m wearing nothing special—just a simple, black slip dress. I reach to fasten a silver, ruby pendant around my neck. As I put on matching earrings, Aaron walks up behind me, slips his arms around my waist, and says:

“You look beautiful.”

I smile as he kisses my neck, then turn to him to adjust his tie.

“You don’t look half bad yourself.”

He picks up my phone from the bed and hands it to me when it begins to ring.

“Hey, Gabi!”

“Hey. Dinner tonight?”

I look to Aaron and smile when I say:

“Actually, Aaron and I are about to leave. We’re going on a date. To celebrate. One month of being together again.”

“That’s wonderful!”

Wonderful indeed. We have been putting in the work. It hasn't been easy but, slowly, things are falling back into place. And it's been far easier for me to maintain focus and control since I’ve barely heard from Hugh during the past couple weeks. However, that’s not to say he hasn't tried. He’s called, it always feels like he’s watching me, and I’m sure he would come for me if given the opportunity. I’ve chosen to stay physically close to those who matter to me most. I won’t allow him to catch me unaware, but he is very cunning. It feels as though it's only a matter of time.

Hugh’s interference made reconnecting with Aaron near-impossible. He haunted my every thought. He made himself a constant reminder. And all during a time I was most vulnerable—when Aaron was missing. And when Aaron returned—when Hugh brought him back to me—his constant claims of love, and that he kept Aaron safe from harm as an act of love, were invasive. He invaded my mind and even my home. He created this intense internal conflict. So his absence—forced that it may be—is a much welcomed.

“Anyway, I have to go.”

“Have fun! And I want to hear all about it.”

Aaron and I return home after a lovely evening together. As soon as we cross the threshold, he takes me into his arms and kisses me with uncontrollable passion. His hands roam down my body, groping and cupping my ass. When he lifts me off the floor, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to our bedroom, laying me gently across the bed. He pushes the hem of my dress to my waist and hastily pulls off my panties. Breathlessly, I say:

“Your clothes—”

He unzips his pants, pulls out his cock, and rasps:

“I can’t wait. I need you, Nyla. I love you.”

My breath and heart catches in my throat at the sound of those words. All I can hear is Hugh’s voice. I see flashes of him and the look in his eyes when he spoke those words to me. But I am brought back to the present moment when Aaron kisses my neck as he takes his place between my legs. Precious seconds before he pushes himself inside me, we hear a crash from the living room.

The following day, I visit Gabi at her office. I sit across from her reviewing a file from her latest case. I try to help, but in my frustration, I drop the file on her desk and push it away.

“Did your date not go well?”

“That’s just it… It was wonderful. And when we got home, we were about to, uh… consummate our renewed relationship, and—”

“And…?”

“Someone busted one of our windows. Didn’t seem like a break-in attempt. Aaron didn’t see anyone when he went out to look. Just some jackass screwing around and ruining the moment.”

“Damn. I’m sorry. But…”

She grins at me and says:

“You can always try again. Sometimes that’s the fun part.”

“In that case, why don’t try a little something with Trent?”

She and I burst out laughing. Or rather, I laugh while she blushes uncontrollably. Distracted by our silliness, I answer a call without looking. I don’t even think of it until I’m met with:

“Hello, Nyla. I've missed you so.”

My laughter stops. My heart pounds and words fail me as my mind races. I’m sure that my face holds a look of dread. Gabi stares back at me with unease. I try to play it cool by replying:

“Hi…”

“You looked incredibly lovely last night.”

I further my efforts to remain casual.

“Thanks. Um… What can I do for you?”

“I couldn’t bear to see him with his filthy hands all over you.”

“Wait—”

“I had to do something—anything—to keep him from sullying your virtue.”

“Excuse me?”

“His lack of self-control—his lust— You’re worth far more than such vulgarity. The same lewdness he enacted on another.”

“Okay… Well, I’m hanging up now.”

“Before you do, know this: there is no amount of avoidance or hiding among friends that will keep me away. I have exercised patience and grace, both of which are wearing thin. You were to return to me, and I had hoped it would be willingly—”

I end the call before he can finish. Gabi leans over her desk and asks:

“Who was that?”

“Wrong number.”

“You’re lying. You’re shaking.”

“It’s nothing. Really.”

“Was it—”

“No! I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sorry.”

Chapter 23: Sir/Gabi

Sir

Having seen Aaron with his grimy hands on Nyla’s body enraged me. God help me… He was fortunate that a broken window was the only consequence he had to endure. As for Nyla, I am disappointed that she succumbed to his lasciviousness, but a part of me considers that while he was ravishing her, she was thinking of me. However, were it me, I would handle her with the greatest of care, a cautious, gentle hand, and loving passion. Frankly, I was a fool to have released her. But, I will bide my time, concoct the perfect plan to seize my Nyla, and retain her for good. In the meantime, however, I am in need of a distraction.

*

Gabi

Nyla spends the afternoon with us at M&A lending her help with our current case. She seems more clear-headed than the day before, but she hasn’t offered up what triggered her abrupt exit. Whoever it was that called her left her extremely rattled. I have my thoughts as to whom it was, as I tend to be left feeling the same.

I pull her aside to my office and ask her to have a seat. I sit beside her, not saying anything at first. I wish to choose my words carefully. But, sometimes, there is no other way to say something than to just say it. I ask her bluntly:

“Was it Sir?”

She looks at me intently, then asks:

“What?”

“The phone call yesterday... Was it Sir?”

She looks away from me for a moment. When she looks back, tears rim her eyes, and she nods solemnly.

“I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“What did he say?”

“He was the one who smashed my window. He said he couldn’t stand to see Aaron... touching me. He’s said on numerous occasions that Aaron doesn’t deserve me, and...”

“What?”

“I mean, you heard him that night. He thinks he’s in love with me. And when he too—”

I cock my head in anticipation of what she’ll say next, but nothing follows.

“When he what?”

“Nothing. Can we just get back to the others and work this case?”

She wipes her eyes before standing up to join everyone in the control room. I sit for a moment longer, and when I rise to my feet, I receive a call.

“Gabrielle… I’ve been following your latest case. After much contemplation, I have a theory.”

“Forget your theory! I need you to leave Nyla be. I know all about your phone call, and about your invasion, if you will. And for what? Jealousy? Some half-baked idea that you and she—”

“Nyla and I belong together—”

“She and Aaron belong together. They are together. And you are inconsequential.”

He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He takes another moment before responding. Then he says:

“I would rather be unimportant than be compared to the likes of him. Aaron is lecherous, lustful, and lascivious. He elaborates on the truth, he is a cheat, he lies… Well, I’m sure you understand my point. In any case, I am valuable to both you and Nyla. You value my input and our partnership, and she... She values me, and I her.”

He's not exactly wrong about what Aaron has done. But that’s in the not-so-distant past. Aaron admitted his wrongs and continues to attempt to right them. Nonetheless, he carries his guilt like an albatross around his neck. But this has little to do with Aaron. Sir, at present, is a disturbance. But when he has his sights set on something or someone, he becomes danger—a monster. I have to shut him down and cast him out in order to protect her and myself. I can’t entertain his theories, no matter how beneficial. I can’t entertain him at all, for that matter.

“I don’t want your help. You hold no value. I don’t need you. Nyla doesn’t need you. Stay away from her, or you will live to regret it.”

I hang up and turn my phone off. Knowing him as I do, he is unlikely to heed my warning. If anything, it serves as an escalation. However, there’s no reasoning with him. I am loathe to admit it, but that’s a commonality we share. Reason is abandoned when passions—or obsessions—flare. And my passion lies in protecting my chosen family—specifically Nyla—from Sir.

*

Sir

I throw my phone, it strikes the wall, and lays broken on the floor. Gabrielle is wrong! My importance lies in what I have accomplished. I overcame the cruelty enacted upon me by that wretched woman, Madeline. I became a teacher. I created and nurtured a family consisting of me and Gabrielle, all while honing her brilliance. But Gabrielle’s stubbornness and ungratefulness are unbecoming. However, unseemly as they are, she can’t ever push me away.

I am often accused of not knowing what love is, of being unlovable, of being a monster. But what Gabrielle fails to understand is that an unloving monster would abandon her with one would view as indelicate flaws. I could never. Her “flaws” are the very aspects of her I adore most. I will always be the one that is here for her. To help her, guide her, love and protect her. And I will always be the one that is here for Nyla in the same regard and more. For she sees the true value in me, and unlike Gabrielle, it’s unconditional. Nyla loves me. Monsters are undeserving of love, and a monster I am not.

Chapter 24: Nyla/Sir/Gabi

Nyla

If I hear the names Hugh or Sir again, it’ll be far too soon. I was perfectly content coming onto this case until Gabi made mention of him. Now, my mind is scattered. It’s brings me back to his ruining the intimacy Aaron and I were going to share. It wasn’t so much the window, but his words. Aaron said that he needed me; that he loved me. At that very moment, I was derailed. All I could think and see and hear was Hugh. As much as I want to, I can’t stop thinking about him. He invades my mind at any given moment, and it has to stop!

I leave M&A to wait for Aaron to come home from work. He’s committed and has been faithful to his previous schedule. That is, leaving for work in the mornings at 6:30 to arrive by 6:45, and returning home by 5 o'clock at the latest. It’s about 4:30 at the moment, and Aaron will be home any minute. I go to the bedroom to change for the evening, and when I open the closet, Hugh’s hoodie hangs among my clothes. I stare at it. I reach out to touch the sleeve. I remove it from the hanger and touch it to my face. It’s soft, and it smells warm and rich and earthy, like amber and musk. The scent—his scent—inspires feelings of comfort and intimacy, not unlike the little moments we’ve shared.

Aaron calls my name when he comes in. I quickly return the hoodie to its hanger and go out to greet him with a hug and kiss.

“Sorry I’m late. We had a teachers meeting. Then I got wrapped up in grading homework.”

I check the time. It’s only a bit after six. No big deal. Teachers meetings can run a little long. Some of his colleagues can be long-winded. And if he can help it, Aaron prefers not to grade student work at home. So, no big deal. Things are fine. At any rate, I was oblivious to the time because, shamefully, I was preoccupied with that stupid hoodie. I allowed myself to become so absorbed—

“Babe? I promise you—”

I touch my fingers to his lips and smile.

“It’s not that. I’m disappointed that I didn’t have dinner ready for you. Or at least started.”

“We can go out. And maybe we can pick up where we left off a few nights ago.”

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He slides his hands down my back and into the back of my jeans. He pulls my hips tight against his, and I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. He kisses down to my neck and whispers:

“Or we can go now…”

It’s strange, but I don’t recall Aaron being so forward. Or as Hugh would consider it, lustful. Then again, during the time he was withholding certain truths, his sexual appetite was heightened. But, no... We just haven’t had the chance to truly be with each other since the whole, ugly abduction ordeal. We haven’t had the opportunity to solidify our reconnection. But...

“How about we have dinner first? I’m pretty hungry.”

“Alright. In that case, I can’t wait until dessert.”

*

Sir

As I leave a small convenience store with a new phone in hand and hoodie on my back, I see Nyla entering a restaurant with him. My immediate impulse is to rip her away from him, but that would only cause a scene. I have to be practical. Methodical. I lower my cap and follow them inside. I sit at the bar, order a club soda, and steal furtive glances at Nyla. Her smile. Her laughter. But then, it is he who is making her laugh. My stomach turns at the sight. It should be me.

When she excuses herself, presumably to the restroom, I swallow the rest of my drink and follow. As the ladies room door closes behind her, I stop short. I place my hand on the door, then after a moment, I push it open. She looks up from washing her hands to see my reflection. She looks down again, and as she finishes scrubbing her hands, she says:

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

*

Nyla

I have to remain calm. Drawing any kind of attention would not be ideal. He takes a step towards me, but I step back.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Nyla. I’m here to save you. From that lech.”

“I don’t need saving. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

I move to leave, but he blocks my path. I stiffen when he places his hands on my shoulders.

“Come with me. Please. He may make you laugh, but I will make you truly happy. I will love you in the way you truly deserve.”

I shrug out of his grasp. I shake my head and say firmly:

“I’m not doing this with you. Just, please, leave me alone.”

I brush past him, but he captures my hand. He holds it firmly, yet gently. Then he says:

“We belong together, Nyla. We are connected. Soulmates. You know, as well as I, that it is an indisputable truth.”

He releases my hand and allows me to leave. I hurry back to the table where Aaron is waiting. I ask that we get the rest of our meal to go, and while he settles the bill, I go to our car and lock myself inside. I quickly dial Gabi, and she can’t answer soon enough.

“Gabi! He was here.”

“Wait, slow down. Where are you?”

“Aaron and I… We’re at dinner. I go to the bathroom and he—Hugh—follows me in and—”

Hugh walks by the car slowly. He locks eyes with me and flashes a slight smile. He maintains eye contact for what feels like an eternity. I feel that I can breathe again when he turns to look at the path ahead.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you? What did he say to you?”

“I’m fine. Just a little shaken. And he didn’t hurt me. I don’t believe he ever will. He says we’re soulmates.”

*

Gabi

Soulmates. Connectedness. Partnership. Family. The words echo in my mind. They are all delusions that Sir conjured to undercut his misery. To mitigate his loneliness. To give himself purpose. It seems that he now feels his purpose is to save Nyla. Perhaps instead of escalating and pushing him away, I need to redirect Sir’s focus—his purpose— back to me. I need to allow him to feel needed—to make him feel as though I need him. Current case is dead in the water, so I do need his help, much to my chagrin. More importantly, however, my asking will divert his attention from Nyla. I don’t want her or anyone to have to suffer what Lacey and I went through, so I am happy to make the sacrifice. I simply have to wait for him to make contact. Despite our parting words, he is persistent. He values our so-called partnership too much to remain at bay.

Chapter 25: Gabi/Sir/Nyla

Gabi

I receive a call from an unknown number. It’s definitely Sir reaching out. It didn’t take very long at all. It was only a little while ago that I hung up with Nyla. Apart from her initial greeting, there was a calmness about her when she spoke of how he approached her. A calmness that I was never able to achieve. In just speaking with him, I am on edge.

“Hello, Gabrielle. I haven’t seen or heard of any updates regarding our case. Are you now open to consider my theory?”

“I am. I need your help.”

“I am so pleased to hear you say as much. I knew—I know—how much our partnership means to you in spite of what you say. I know that you hold our family in the highest regard. As do I.”

I pause. I only say it to play along—to redirect.

“You’re right. Denying it only serves to undermine our attempt to move forward.”

“Precisely! And regardless of your denial and deflection, our connection can never be severed.”

“Again, you’re right. But before we delve into your theory, I have to ask—”

“Anything for you… My Gabrielle.”

Got him! It’s just that easy, yet still so difficult. The words escaping my lips taste as sour as my stomach feels. But it’s a means to an end. It’s a means to protect Nyla.

“I would like more than anything to accept your help. I only ask that you leave Nyla be. I ask for your entire attention on this case. Our case.”

Silence. Then a deep breath in. Then out. And then:

“Anything but that. I don’t wish to betray you, Gabrielle, but I will not abandon my Nyla.”

And just like that, I’m losing him again. Perhaps it all went without saying. His attention would have primarily been on this case. Instead, I’ve ensured that he won’t let her go, not even for a short moment of time. But maybe I can reign him back in.

“But… I need you.”

*

Sir

Sweeter words have never been spoken. The sweetest of all would be Nyla saying as much. I know that she does need me—that she loves me—but like Gabrielle, she has to break free of her denial and simply open her eyes to the truth. And if she doesn’t—at least at present—it’s okay. Our connection has been crafted. And it will endure.

“Fine. You have my attention for the entirety of our case.”

But that doesn’t mean that Nyla won’t be on my mind and in my heart. She is ever present. However, Gabrielle is right. Focus is what’s needed to find this missing person. One brilliant mind guiding the other will inspire big breakthroughs. As we’ve always achieved.

*

Nyla

Another respite. It’s been a few weeks since any word from, of, or even sightings of Hugh. But the preoccupation with him—my waiting for the other shoe to drop, as it were—is a distraction all on it’s own. So much so that it’s kept me from engaging with Aaron. That is, apart from kissing and petting and cuddling. But how much of that is because of Hugh? He shouldn’t have any influence on my relationship, let alone my sexual activities. However, it was he who made Aaron’s blatant error crystal clear once again.

Even though we worked through it, or so I thought, Aaron did have no self-control. He gave himself to another woman, which makes it difficult for me to give myself to him. Fortunately, though, Aaron is patient and understanding. But the fact that I allowed Hugh to open a door that I thought had been sealed leaves me disappointed. And angry.

“Nyla… Do you need a break?”

I look up at Gabi from a journal found as evidence with respect to her latest case. I set it down and sit back.

“Yeah. I think a break would be good. I have to commend you. The number of cases in the past few weeks…”

“We couldn’t have done it without your help.”

“I’m sure you could have. But thanks.”

“Oh, please! You’ve contributed so much.”

“Well, about that. I am hoping that I can come on full-time? The whole Aaron thing gave me clarity, and I—”

“You don’t owe me an explanation. I would love to have you as a part of M&A. We all would.”

“Great! Then I think we should celebrate! Lunch is on me.”

We walk to a nearby lunch spot and settle in at a window seat. During our chatter, I look across the street to see Aaron. Waiting. In front of a hotel. But it can’t be. Why would he? Maybe it’s just someone who looks like him. It has to be. Then a woman walks up to join him. They join hands and walk inside together. Gabi’s words suddenly become mere echoes. I attempt to justify what I just witnessed. Mistaken identity. Something. Anything. But, I’m not foolish.

“Nyla? You okay?”

No, I’m not. I'm crushed. And I'm pissed!

“I’m fine.”

I plaster on a smile and resume our conversation. We finish our lunch and return to M&A. After putting in a few more hours of work, I head home. When Aaron arrives—and on time, no less—I pretend that everything is normal. However, when he goes to take a shower, I take up his phone, and begin to scroll through it. I find messages shared between him and an unnamed contact. The type of messages I certainly weren’t meant to see. When the water stops, I place his phone as it was and set about making dinner. All the while, I am contemplating my next move.

Chapter 26: Nyla/Gabi/Sir

Nyla

I am ashamed that I have reduced myself to such behavior. It’s around lunchtime. I am seated in a corner of the hotel lobby—the hotel where he met that woman. I wait in hopes that he’ll come. Patience pays off, as he and his mistress walk in hand-in-hand. I listen and overhear what room they were given, and bide my time as they make their way up. After ten or so minutes, I head up and stop short of their door. I have no intention of bursting in. I am hearing all that I need to hear—the moaning, his saying her name, and her saying his, the empty I love yous, and all manner of filth.

As I leave the hotel, there are no tears. Only rage. Pure, unadulterated rage. I race home, and once inside, I pace and I stand and I sit. My mind is on fire and I am shaking. I realize that I should do the rational thing and talk to someone—to Gabi—but where would I even begin? And I’m afraid that when I begin to speak on it, I will fall apart.

*

Gabi

It’s early evening and I receive a frantic call from Aaron asking me to come over. When I walk into his and Nyla’s home, I startle at the scene before me. Broken vases, picture frames thrown about, glass, and blood, all being examined by DCPD.

“What happened here?”

“I came home and this is how I found things. And Nyla— She wasn’t here. She isn't here! And I don’t know where she is. She won’t answer her phone. Please, Gabi—”

“You don’t even need to ask. I’m already on it!”

After calling everyone to meet, I call Nyla’s phone repeatedly as I drive to M&A. No answer. It could be like before. It could be that she needed time away. But her home… It’s a mess. And she’s injured. It’s reminiscent of Sir taking Lacey. I begin to speed at the thought. He has her. All this time, I thought I had been keeping her safe by keeping Sir preoccupied, but no... He took her! He’s hurt her! And I swear that I’ll kill him for it! I should have killed him the moment he landed in my basement.

At my first step into the control room, I brief everyone of the situation.

“Zeke. She hasn’t been answering her phone. I need you to track it.”

While the others and I discuss her usual stomping grounds, Zeke comes back with a cell tower triangulation map. It’s a fairly large location to sweep, and there’s no guarantee that she’s still in that area.

“She’s turned her phone off, Gabi. But this is the last known location.”

“Okay. Then we will divide and conquer.”

I direct our team via the map:

“Dhan and I will search this area. Margaret and Lacey, you will search here. And Zeke—”

“I’ll send up the drone.”

Then Lacey interjects:

“Wait! What about a press conference?”

In my panic and haste, I have neglected that aspect. I want so desperately to find my family, but Lacey is right. We scramble to call together a press conference, and I use it as an opportunity to address Sir. He has her. I feel it. I know it. And addressing him will be the key to getting her back. After the press disperses, I receive a call. My ear is assaulted with shouting.

“Where is my Nyla?! She can’t possibly be missing.”

My body begins to tremble. Tears sting my eyes. I was so certain that he—

“Gabrielle! You said she was hurt. Who would want to hurt her?”

He is absolutely panic-stricken. I hear it all too clear. He’s breathless, irrational, and scared. Just like me.

“I thought that you—”

“You watch your mouth! I would never hurt her. Think, Gabrielle! Have I ever hurt you?”

“But when you took Lacey—”

“Lacey is expendable! But this is no time for quarrels. Who would want to hurt her? Who would benefit most from her disappearance?”

My thoughts are so disorganized. I was so certain... Apart from him, no one comes to mind. Nyla is one of the kindest, sweetest, gentlest people I know. Then, with a growl, Sir says:

“Aaron...”

Before I can ask how he came to such a conclusion, he ends the call.

*

Sir

I pull on my gloves and throw on my hoodie. I don’t even know where to start. I can hardly think. Nyla… I have to find you. I will find you. If Aaron did, in fact, hurt you, he deserves to suffer. You’ve suffered him and his foul behavior long enough. So in turn, he will answer to me. But I am getting ahead of myself. If I am to receive answers, I must prepare. Hastily, I stuff my pockets with zip ties, a knife, and gun. Shooting him would be much too kind, but it’s good to have it nonetheless. Fear is an excellent motivator for truth.

When I rush out of the camper, I see a figure pacing back and forth. I draw my handgun and call out:

“Who are you?”

The figure stops, lowers the hood of their jacket, and—

“Nyla? Oh my God, Nyla!”

I hurry to her and put my arms around her. She buries her face in the crook of my neck. Her body is racked with sobs as she clings to me.

“Nyla…”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You can always come to me.”

I stroke her hair as I hold her. Then I remember… She’s hurt. I hold her at arm’s length and look her over.

“Where are you hurt?”

She rolls up her sleeves and presents to me some superficial scrapes and cuts on her arms, but also a small gash on her palm. I usher her inside to clean her up, I apologize profusely as I stitch her wound, and we sit together in silence until she’s ready to open herself up to me. When she does, she tells me all the sordid details of what she came to find out regarding Aaron. To say I’m angry is a grave understatement. He will need to answer to me after all. No one hurts the woman I love and lives to tell about it. But for now, it can wait. Nyla is my biggest concern.

“Come. You should lie down.”

She follows me to my bed and takes a seat on its edge. I sit next to her and say:

“I’ll go to get you something clean and more comfortable to wear. In the meantime, get some rest, okay? … I love you.”

I slide a hand along the back of her neck and pull her close. I touch my forehead to hers, then kiss her cheek softly. I hate the thought of us separating when she’s only just returned to me. But she truly did return. She came to me in her time of need. She’s relying on me to console her—to care for her. And I am more than happy to do so for the sake of my love for her.

Chapter 27: Sir

I suppose I should call Gabrielle to assuage her worries. But what if she attempts to take Nyla away from me? I can’t stand to lose her again. But Gabrielle will only drive herself to distraction, and I would be committing an act of betrayal. Considering this, I take a moment to compose myself, then make the call.

“Hello?! Hugh?”

“Yes, Gabrielle. I feel that you should know that Nyla is safe.”

“Oh my God! How do you— Where is she?”

“Just know that Nyla is safe. With me. She came to me seeking refuge.”

“She— She came to you?”

“She knew that I would protect her. I simply called you as a courtesy. So if you will, I really must go.”

She shouts something or another into the phone, but I hang up. I can’t very well monitor Nyla’s home while engaging in a back-and-forth with Gabrielle. As the evening wears on, DCPD presence dwindles. It isn’t until late that everyone is completely gone. And later still until the interior lights are dimmed. After midnight, I make my way into the house. Aaron is acting as the loyal partner having fallen asleep seated on the couch. How precious.

I adjust my gloves, gently take hold of his collar, and deal a heavy blow to his face. He yells and flails about as he wakes up. With one look at my face, he attempts to escape, but I tighten my grip upon his collar. I punch him once more, so heavily that he becomes dazed and bewildered, and his nose begins to bleed. I stoop down in front of him, bind his wrists and ankles together, and say:

“Hello, Aaron. Do you remember me?”

“You—! You’re Sir!”

“Correct. And do you know why I’m here?”

He shakes his head quickly. I grin at how he squirms and at the fear in his eyes. My face then hardens as I stand over him, glaring coldly.

“I’m here because of Nyla.”

“Nyla? She’s… She’s okay?”

I reach into my pocket and take out my knife. I slowly expose the blade, never once breaking eye contact.

“It’s interesting that you’re so concerned given that you have driven her to all of this.”

I indicate the room's disarray with a flourish of my hand. I point at him with the tip of the knife.

“You did this. And I’m here to make you feel what she felt. Only, a bit more painful.”

He shifts and stirs as his eyes flick across my face and down to my hand. My hand is steady while gripping the knife handle tightly. Impulse begs me to thrust the blade into his heart, but emotion drives me to endure. This is for Nyla. He betrayed her. He broke her with his lies and infidelity. He shattered her world. And I will do the same to his by dismantling his piece by little piece.

“What are you talking about, man?!”

Leaning over him, getting face to disgraceful face, I plunge the knife in his thigh. Continuing to steady push into his flesh, I say, almost snarling:

“As Hamlet referring to Claudius: Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!”

He wears such a gormless expression. I draw my face closer.

“You are a cad! A dirty, lying cheat! And Nyla knows. She saw you and your mistress this afternoon. She heard the smut you spewed to one another.”

As I explain, I push the blade deeper still. His eyes widen, he grits his teeth, and when opens his mouth to scream, I press my hand to his mouth hard enough that he chokes on his cries.

“Now, imagine what Nyla feels. How you shattered her heart.”

He flounders about as tears stream down his face. He whimpers like a wounded animal, panting and wide-eyed. Slowly, I uncover his mouth, curious to what he has to say for himself.

“It just happened. A mistake!”

“A mistake…”

I remove the knife from his thigh and shove it against his throat.

“A mistake would be if my hand slipped. But I will try my absolute best not to allow that to happen. Here’s what I want you do do: pack your things, leave this place, and never contact Nyla again.”

“But I—”

I move my hand slightly, creating a small nick on his neck.

“You are not to contact her ever again. If I hear so much as a whisper regarding her, or me for that matter, I will find you and you will meet your end. And I assure you, it will be slow and excruciatingly painful. Do we have an understanding?”

He nods quickly. He looks so pathetic. I should end his life right here and now. However, save for Aaron’s previous mistress, I’m not a killer. But for Nyla, I would do anything.

I take my leave after ensuring Aaron’s departure. I return to my camper, bringing a few articles of Nyla’s clothing with me. I take a moment to cleanse myself and make myself more presentable before checking in on Nyla. When I go to my bed, she is sound asleep. I sit next to her, watching her. I gently stroke to her hair, then her face. She slowly opens her eyes to see me smiling back at her, and she gives me a weary smile in return. I whisper to her:

“You’re safe now. Aaron won’t trouble you anymore.”

I give her a letter. A letter that I dictated, because I knew Aaron’s words would ring hollow. And if left up to him, the letter would be riddled with excuses. Excuses will only serve to ease his conscience, or lack thereof. He deserves no such thing. May unrest follow him wherever he goes, all the while Nyla’s heartbreak diminishes. Regarding the latter, Nyla and I will achieve it. Together.

Chapter 28: Nyla/Sir/Gabi

Nyla

Hugh gives me an envelope containing Aaron’s letter. I hold it and stare at my name transcribed upon it. I don’t quite know how to feel. I mean, of course, I’m heartbroken. But the heartbreak doesn’t stem from one particular thing. There’s the fact that I love this man, and he’s going away. Then there’s the fact that I love this man, and he was unfaithful time and time again. And then there’s the realization—the question: did he really love me? At all? There are so many dimensions to this, and it’s exhausting to attempt to unpack it all. It’s late, I’m tired, and I’m overwhelmed. Only sleep can help at this point. Sleep can make it all go away, at least for a little while.

“I suppose I’ll read this tomorrow. I can’t… I can’t do this now.”

“Alright. In that case, I brought this for you. You’ll be more comfortable.”

He’s brought me sleepwear. He hands me a neatly folded pajama set.

“Sleep well.”

Hugh kisses my forehead as he rises from the bed.

“I can’t take your bed. Where will you sleep?”

“You can and you will. I’ll be fine out here.”

He indicates the front living room. He smiles and draws the curtain separating the two spaces. As I undress, I question, that of all places, why did I come here? Why did I come to Hugh and not Gabi? I come to find that I don’t exactly know. Perhaps, it really isn't all that important. Not now. I pull on my pajamas and curl up in bed. I lie awake for a while, and loneliness begins to set in. And I realize, since meeting Hugh—or rather, since Hugh found me—I have never truly been alone. Surprisingly, I have come to accept this. It's fairly bittersweet. Nonetheless, I guess that’s why I came. He’s there for me.

I go to him, finding him asleep with his head resting on his folded arms on the dinette table. I watch him for a moment before placing a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. He wakes up instantly, as if ready for confrontation. When he sees me, however, he composes himself and asks:

“What is it? Are you alright?”

“I feel badly about you sleeping out here. Maybe we… We can just share the bed.”

While true enough—that I feel guilty about taking up his space—I’m not sure I can admit to him the real reason behind the suggestion.

“I’m fine. Honestly, don’t worry about me. You go back to bed.”

“But… I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’re never alone.”

*

Sir

When she takes my hand, I am breathless. My heart pounds harder and faster the closer we near the bedroom. She stops us just in front of the bed and tugs at my sweater. As I pull it up and over my head, she begins to slowly unbutton my shirt. I place a hand over hers and ask:

“Are you certain that this is appropriate?”

It’s not lost on me that she’s more vulnerable than ever. I don’t want her to come to question my motives. I am only motivated by love and my desire to soothe her—to protect her. Without a word, she continues to undo each button. My skin prickles when she slides her hands up my stomach to my chest, parting my shirt. I watch her face as her fingers play across my skin. I see curiosity in her, as well as concern regarding her curiosity.

As I remove my shirt, I instruct her to lie down. When she does, she looks up at me expectantly. After some thought, I choose to lie in bed next to her without undressing any further. It’s what’s best. Not so much for her, but for me. I’m afraid that if I do, I… I’m not sure what I would do beyond that, except for possibly destroying her confidence in me. She places a hand and her head on my chest as I wrap my arm around her. I whisper to her as she falls asleep. I whisper to her that is she loved, that she is protected, and that I will make certain of it.

When I awake the following morning, I wake up to an empty bed and camper, save for a quickly scrawled note on the dinette table. It reads:

I’m so sorry. I have to go.
-Nyla

I sit down, staring at the notepad. I tilt my head as I notice imprints of a previous note. I take a pencil and shade over the impressions to reveals a similar note, except she signed it “with love.” A smile creeps across my face. It confirms what I knew to be true. I am overjoyed as I tear the note from the pad. I shove it in my pocket and quickly dress to go find her—to be with her.

*

Gabi

There’s a knock at the door. When I check the time, I groan. Who could it be at five in the morning? I’ve only just gotten to sleep… again. I can only sleep for short bursts knowing that Nyla is out there. With Sir, no less. I check the camera, and when I see Nyla looking up into it, I leap out of bed, and run to the door. I pull it open, pull her inside, and lock the door behind us. I grip her shoulders and ask pointedly:

“What happened to you?”

“Aaron… I caught him cheating again.”

I take her to sit on the couch and pull her into a tight hug. She continues:

“I was so angry, Gabi. I became unhinged.”

“But why didn’t you come to me? How did you wind up with Sir?”

She pulls away, barely looking at me.

“So it’s true? You did go to him. But… How could you?”

I am dealt such a blow. I feel absolutely gutted. She went to him? Over me? But if anyone else, why him? How could she even consider going to him? Especially knowing what he’s done. To me. Her family!

“It’s complicated, Gabi. I know that you see Sir as this monster and, yes, what he’s done to you was horrific and reprehensible, but Hugh—”

I scoff and propel myself from the couch.

“Hugh… I faced the most gruesome year of my life at the hands of Hugh. And he is a monster! And the fact that you went to him, especially over me—”

She quickly gets to her feet and in my face. Anger shrouds hers as she says in an even tone:

“You are a fucking hypocrite! I understand your hatred towards him for keeping you captive. As I said, it was disgusting what he did. I will never think otherwise. But if you want to call Hugh a monster, you should take a good, long, hard look in the mirror!”

I'm dumbfounded. Rendered speechless. Her features soften, and her expression changes to horror. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she says:

“I am so sorry, Gabi. I am so, so sorry.”

“No… I… You’re right. I’m no better than he is...”

“I’ll never truly understand why he kidnapped you, and kept you away from your father. But I understand why you kidnapped him—every aspect if it. But can you please try to understand that I have a different view of him? I mean, he was there when Aaron wasn’t. He saved Aaron for me. He was a comfort when my life with Aaron fell apart. He took care of me and kept me safe.”

I am overwhelmed. Asking me to understand… ? What am I hearing right now? What— ?

“You love him.”

“What? No. No!”

The way she describes him. That she even dare to ask me for my understanding. There’s something much more to what she’s saying. But how do I even begin to navigate this? How can I? She’s made it clear that I can’t make judgements without first judging myself. But still… What do I do?

Chapter 29: Nyla/Gabi

Nyla

“You love him.”

My hearts skips when Gabi says it. I think back to the note I almost left for Hugh—the one signed off “with love.” It wasn’t meant as love love. I do feel an emotional connection to him. I care about him. Hugh showed me kindness. Several times over. And that’s something that I can’t ignore. How can one not feel anything for a person who has been so reliable and attentive? But a romantic love? Hugh? That's insane! ... Right?

“What? No. No!”

“Then why are you defending him? How could you ask me to understand?”

“I am only speaking from my experience. He has shown me what a kind and gentle man he can be. He’s loyal and dependable—both of which you have benefited from, mind you. Think of your cases over the past year. And I suspect even during these recent cases. Am I right?”

*

Gabi

Nyla makes a point. If nothing else, Sir is loyal. His loyalties lie in having a purpose. His loyalty to me is based on the idea that I need him, that his purpose is to guide me and challenge my brilliance, and that we’re partners and a family. However, I don’t need him, my brilliance has never been dependent upon him, and he and I are not a family! And it doesn’t matter how many times I dispute this, his so-called purpose—his loyalty—never waivers. And, I am ashamed to admit it, I have benefited.

I can’t bring myself to even begin to wrap my mind around his purpose when it comes to Nyla. But it’s actually quite simple, really. He’s expressed to me that he loves her. But to quote Robert Browning’s “My Last Duchess”: Sir has A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad. He took one look at her picture and became too easily impressed. This was sparked by an obsession, but his purpose came to be existing as her rock and her protector. And rather than disputing it, she chooses acceptance. But the question remains:

“Do you love him?”

“I care for him.”

“You care for him…”

“You know what? We will never agree on this, Gabi. But look at it this way: we both know he’s not going away. He’s touched your life 20 years ago, and he won’t release you—”

“Exactly! And I don’t want this for you! Or anyone!”

“Well, for better or worse, he helped me when I needed it. And so have you. And I appreciate and care for you both. Please, don’t make me choose.”

Without another word, she leaves. She doesn’t show up to M&A. She doesn’t answer my calls. It’s just as well. I need time, as does she, to make sense of this. I am glad she had someone to lean on during the Aaron crisis, but him? Like me, she certainly has a hold on him, but what is this spell he has on her?

*

Nyla

It hurt so much to have fought with Gabi. This argument was even more profound because it centered around Hugh. I feel as though I can no longer dismiss him, because he’s done so much for me. He was there. But I don’t want it to mean the end of my friendship with Gabi. I don’t know what to do.

I pull my house key from my pocket. I mentally prepare myself to set about cleaning up the mess I made. I did become unhinged. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. But I wasn’t equipped to handle what I saw. Not when I thought the nightmare surrounding Aaron was over. I heave a heavy sigh and push the door open, and to my surprise, everything has been cleaned up. Maybe with all his guilt, Aaron decided to commit a final act of decency before picking up and leaving. And honestly, it’s the very least he could have done. I didn’t feel motivated enough to do it anyway. I just want to go to bed.

As I approach my bedroom, I hear the shower running. I begin fuming. How dare he still be here? Barging into the bathroom, and ripping open the shower curtain, I start screaming:

“What the fuck are you still doing here?!”

I stumble backward and catch myself on the bathroom sink. I look away, using my hand as a blinder to prevent seeing anything, even from the corners of my eyes.

“You shouldn’t use such foul language.”

“What are you—”

“I hope it’s alright I used your shower. I felt I needed one after cleaning.”

“Sure. Fine! But afterwards, please leave.”

I fumble my way out of the bathroom. I am shaking, but it's not because of fear. It’s more due to surprise. Funnily enough, I’m not surprised that he’s in my house. He’s done it before, and he’s liable to do it again. But it’s just that he’s in my house… Naked. And I witnessed it. Touching his skin last night was almost too much to bear, but this… !

His clothes are neatly folded on my bed with the note I left him lying beside it. But it’s been altered. I pick it up to find that he’s shaded it in such a way that he found my original message.

“With love… If you love me, why do you push me away? Why do you continue to run from me?”

When I turn to face him, he stands there, holding a towel around his waist.

“I didn’t mean it like that, which is why I rewrote it. I knew that you would misinterpret it.”

He slowly approaches me whole saying:

“I don’t believe I misinterpreted anything. What we share, Nyla, is irrefutable. We have a bond, and we are bound by love.”

“But—”

He takes my chin with his forefinger and thumb. He brushes his lips across mine, then whispers:

“I love you, Nyla. And I know that you love me, too. Even if you can’t recognize. Even if it seems that you can't find the words.”

“You should leave now.”

“Is that what you really want?”

I take a step back. I can’t even look at him—not even in his direction. Is it what I really want? In truth—as revealed time and again—he makes me feel safe. He makes me feel less lonely. Considering this, and against my best of judgments, I undress, save for my bra and panties. I pull back the bed linens, and as I pull him into bed, his towel falls to the floor. I curl up against him, resting my head on his chest, and draping my arm around his torso. I listen to the sound of his heart beating. It beats rapidly and heavily. It beats for me.

If Gabi knew of this, our friendship would never be the same. It may even be irreparable. But I need this. I need Hugh. And I—

“I love you.”

Chapter 30: Sir/Nyla

Sir

I spoon Nyla while she sleeps soundly. Stroking her lovely brown skin, I admire the contrast of colors. I savor her softness and warmth. However, most of all, I cherish her trust in me. When she finally spoke the words I have longed to hear, I reveled in their sweetness and sincerity. I forever will. I slide her bra strap aside and pepper her bare shoulder with soft, feathery kisses. She stirs only slightly, and breathes the sweetest, softest, little sounds. I can’t believe that she’s finally mine. She's finally accepted that what I spoke of wasn’t a delusion, but an absolute, undeniable truth.

She awakes, slowly sits up, and smiles at me. She leans over me, and strokes my beard as she kisses me. I am overjoyed to finally know what it feels like to have my love returned. A romantic love. A love that's real. Nyla confirms that I’m not a monster, and that I, too, am deserving. In a fit of overwhelming passion, I pull her on top of me, and pull her down into a kiss. I tangle my fingers in her hair, gently tugging her head back to kiss down her chin and neck. She giggles as I nip and taste her skin. She sits upright, gazes into my eyes, and smiles coyly as she unhooks her bra, and reveals her breasts to my gaze. However, I continue to look into her eyes, and I shift my body so that she lies back on the bed.

I suffer a moment of indecision. I want to ravage her, but I also wish to cherish every single moment. I rest my face between her breasts, taking in her warm, sweet scent. Her heartbeat soothes, and reassures me that this is real. I murmur against her skin:

“My Nyla…”

Then, she flinches at the sound of the doorbell and knocking. She checks her phone, tips her head back, and sighs.

“What is it?”

“It’s Gabi. Just… Stay here, and don’t make a sound.”

To be asked to stay… I couldn’t ask for more. Although, I would be grateful for Gabrielle’s blessing. She is very important to me. Gabrielle is my family, and families don’t—or shouldn't—keep secrets from one other. But if I have to be relegated to being Nyla’s dirty little secret, as it were, then so be it.

*

Nyla

I kiss Hugh’s forehead before leaving bed. I pull on a robe and cross the room, turning to Hugh and placing a finger over my lips, and he nods as I pull the door closed behind me. I rush to the front door to pull it open, and things immediately feel awkward.

“Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

I step out of the way to let her in. On our way to the couch, I pause, because I notice the bedroom door hadn’t shut all the way. I trust that Hugh will restrain himself. But he can be unpredictable when it comes to Gabi. He loves her, and there seems nothing more important than being a constant presence in her life. But I need him to remain hidden, because if she knew that Hugh was here, and in my bed—especially with things being as contentious as they are—I can’t begin to imagine her reaction.

“I tried to call you. Several times.”

“I know. I was asleep, and I didn’t want to risk another argument.”

“I understand. But look, I’m… I’m still trying make sense of this.”

“I don’t know how else I can explain it. He became my confidant during Aaron’s abduction… and last night in particular.”

She looks at me, struggling with what to say next.

“You asked me not to make you choose. Do you still intend to communicate with him?

“Of course, I do. I mean, you do.”

“Not by choice!”

“Except for when it helps you find someone?”

Gabi seems speechless. There really isn’t any way she can argue against it. Despite his methods, he is helpful. And despite all he’s done, it could behoove her to be the tiniest bit grateful. At the very least, for the sake of all the people she’s reunited with loved ones. I feel that's all that's required, if anything at all.

“As I will always acknowledge, he was horrible for kidnapping you. And Lacey. He was cruel for keeping you from your father. And the rift he caused between you since your escape... What I'm trying to say, Gabi, is that your anger—your hatred—is more than valid. Hugh has earned it, and then some. But you can’t discount the fact that his presence of late is advantageous. Not just to you and M&A, but also to me. You may hate yourself for the former, but I am grateful for it all. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know what would have become of the abductees... Or me. He helped me from crumbling. Or even... Well... Anyway, can’t you at least appreciate that?”

She sits quietly for a moment. When I began to speak about myself, tears fell from her eyes. She starts to nod slowly, then she says:

“I don’t want to think about what could have happened to you, or what you might have done. So… Okay. I can understand your affinity towards him. Not completely, but… I hear you.”

I sigh. That’s one hurdle we’ve gotten over—barely. The next would be explaining the current nature of my relationship with Hugh. However, given how difficult it was to reach this understanding, I don’t think I ever can. The idea of keeping such a secret from someone so close to you is painful to me. But… Aaron did so. As did Gabi. And seemingly with ease. I look towards the bedroom, then back at Gabi, as I consider what to do.

Chapter 31: Sir/Gabi

Sir

Nyla and Gabrielle wrap up their conversation. At moments, it proved quite intense. But in the end, they reached some sort of consensus. Perhaps...

“See you tomorrow? We got a new case.”

“I’m still welcomed?”

”Of course. I’ll see you bright and early.”

When Gabrielle leaves, I wait for Nyla to return to bed. But she doesn’t come. I pull on my clothes to be with her, and find her sitting alone, crying.

“What’s wrong?”

I sit next to her and pull her to me. I kiss her forehead as I stroke her hair.

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Do what exactly?”

“I don’t think we can be together. Gabi will never understand. And I can’t lie to her.”

I feel sick. I double over as if I received a blow to the gut. I stand, take her hand, and pull her to her feet. I cup her face and kiss her desperately.

“I’ll fix this. I promise.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“I will not allow Gabrielle to come between us. Not when we’ve just—”

I pause. I feel… panic. My heart quickens, and my fists clench. My head throbs as my mind buzzes. When Nyla takes and strokes my hands, I return to the present moment. I return to her.

“Let’s have dinner and go to bed. We’ll have clearer heads in the morning.”

We prepare a lovely little meal together. We become embroiled in an exhilarating conversion about literature. We even touch upon our pasts. She doesn’t judge. She’s understanding. She understands me as a whole. I can’t lose this. I won’t lose her.

After cleaning up after dinner, we go to her bedroom. We stand facing each other, feeling uncertain. But then, I tug at the belt of her robe, and gently push it open, allowing it to fall to the floor. I take a knee to down her panties, and help her step put of them. I undress as well, and pull her into an embrace. She holds onto me, and I cherish this moment—our closeness. And even more so when she whispers to me:

“I love you so much.”

Then we lie together—flesh to flesh with tangled limbs. We kiss and caress one another. But she begins to cry. As I kiss her tears, I swear to her that I will fix things. I will change Gabrielle’s mind. I am determined to receive her blessing, for Nyla’s sake. When she finally drifts to sleep, I slip out of bed, careful not to wake her. I get dressed and decide to pay Gabrielle a visit for a much-needed chat.

*

Gabi

I took the opportunity to return to M&A for a while, where I sit and think back to our conversation. The talk with Nyla was semi-productive. I meant what I said in that I appreciate Sir’s presence in her life in such a way that it prevented her from succumbing to God knows what. But I can’t comprehend how she can continue to entertain him or even the very idea of him. In an attempt to take my mind off the whole ugly matter, I half-heartedly flip through a file lying on my desk. But it’s getting late. I will head home instead.

Once there, I am startled by a:

“Hello, Gabrielle.”

I flip on the lights, and Sir is seated comfortably in my living room.

“Get out!”

“We need to talk.”

“No, we d—”

“It’s about Nyla.”

“What about her? Is she alright?”

He stands and slowly approaches. He stops just a couple feet in front of me.

“She is, and she isn’t. To be brief, she’s hurting, as am I, because she and I are in love, and are in need of your blessing.”

“Nyla loving you—anyone loving you—is absurd! You’re sick! And you lie! If there was any truth to that, she would have told me.”

“So what? So that you can sit in judgement? When I have finally—finally—received her love, she spurns me, all because of her love for you. And as much as I’d like to have it, simply because I love and care for you as well, I can do without your approval. I would have been more than happy to conceal our love—to safeguard it—but Nyla… She is willing to deny herself happiness because of your disdain for me.”

He's displayed passion before, but not quite like this, which means he is being truthful. But Nyla? In love with him? Evidently, contrary to my previous impression regarding her continuing to maintain any sort of closeness with him, she’s willing to refrain after all. And for me, and our friendship, and our family. Were it any other person, I would be remiss and entirely selfish to ask her to deny herself a loving relationship. But being that she’s fallen into one with Sir… It’s all too much take in.

I flinch as he brushes past me. I watch him closely as he makes his way to the door. He wraps his fingers around the doorknob and says over his shoulder:

“Goodnight, Gabrielle. Perhaps you’ll take Nyla’s feelings into consideration well over those of my own.”

He steps out and quietly closes the door. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at me, which is unnerving. And for him to speak in such a manner that doesn’t totally pertain to himself is astounding. He seems to be speaking from a place of love, but I am reluctant, as he has always illustrated a questionable display of adoration. But, I’m afraid to say it. I'm afraid to admit that it appears he truly loves Nyla. But is he right in saying that she feels the same?