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“Oh really?” He nodded and I tried to think of what I would do if he recognized me. I definitely had no plan at the moment and this was a public place, in my neighborhood.
“Ah I got it,” he smiled back at me and I held my breath, as I anticipated to hear where he knew me from. “Aren’t you that lady from the airport?”
I frowned. What was he talking about? He was drunk, wasn’t he? I kept a smile on my face and replied to him. “You must be mistaken,Sir.”
“No, I’m sure I’m right.” He pointed again. “We met at the airport, I think about four to five years ago.”
Four years ago? That was when I came back to Canada. Was he saying I met him on the day I returned to the country?
“Do you remember now?” I shook my head and he smacked his lips. I almost snickered.
Well forgive me for not having anything else to think about other than people I met four years ago. “The bags you and that kid helped secure at the airport were my girlfriend’s.”
Wait a damn minute, the bags Kendal found that day at the airport belonged to an Antonio? What was with these people and connecting themselves with my life?
EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
We stepped into the airport, and I almost ran back on board. It was finally happening and I was so scared, so many worries running through my mind.
What if I couldn’t do it or what if I got caught and they locked me into the room again?
After I abruptly told my mother that we were returning to Canada, she stared at me for a while before accepting and getting the tickets. I had a feeling she was scared of me, and even though I hated it, I didn’t want to talk to her about it.
It was helping me get things done.
We were all wearing nose masks because even if they didn’t recognize anybody else, they would recognize my mother, which put the rest of us in danger.
According to Chan, a new friend I just mistakenly made, the Antonios ruled Canada so I had to be very careful about them.
He had become my personal investigator since he was very good with computers and finding people, which was creepy by the way. He was always nice to me and because I’d learned body language, I could tell he really cared, which bothered and warmed my heart at the same time.
I thought he wanted to sleep with me, because so far that was what men wanted from me, but he didn’t. Other than my master, who was now dead due to a fire that suddenly erupted at his gym, Chan was the only man in my life who wanted to be ‘friends.’
Ariana tapped me again and I sighed. “I don’t want to carry you, Ari.” She grumbled and Kendal laughed at her. She glared at him and went over to my mother who picked her up.
She was such an intimidating eight year old.
“Mother, when is the cab getting here? He should have been here before us.”
“Sorry, I’ll call him, let’s find a bench.”
We found a bench and sat on it, as clingy Ariana got down from my mother and sat on my lap. She never let me go, always clinging to me and I secretly enjoyed it. It was nice that she saw me as her primary protector despite what I did to her. They were never going to find out who killed their father, I would never allow it.
“I’m going to visit the restroom,” Mom announced before leaving.
Kendal tapped me and pointed at the suitcase beside him. ‘It’s been here since we got here, I don’t think it has an owner.’
“I’m sure it belongs to someone, they’ll come get it.” He nodded as Ariana faced and straddled me, wrapping her hands around my neck so she could rest her head on my shoulder.
After a while, my mother got out of the restroom. “The cab man is here.” I stood up, carrying Ariana as mother held Kendal and pushed our suitcase cart.
Kendal stopped suddenly and we all looked at him, I raised my eyebrows at him and he tilted his head toward the suitcase again.
‘We can't just leave it here, nobody has come for it, it could get stolen,’ he signed and I groaned.
I immediately regretted learning sign language. It would have been easier to say I didn’t understand him, but I did.
“So what should we do? You want us to wait here till someone comes for it?”
