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I really believed we had it all.
Then we didn’t.
And that night… I might have lost her, too, not just our baby. I’m not sure I’d be able to ever move on from that. It would be like losing half my heart.
And although my mum has shown me, more times than I count, how strong the human mind can be, I knew mine wouldn’t be. When we were in the ambulance and her blood pressure went alarmingly low, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew,knew deep in my soul, I’d never be strong enough to live without her.
Becoming a dad was something I never pictured being, until I met Allie. When I see my future, all I see is her. I want us to get married, to have children and grow old together.
When you know, you know.
Our plans this morning got broken when I received a message from an unknown number, threatening to take my everything from me.
I glance down at the phone, clicking my neck from side to side, trying to ease the ache from staring down at my laptop screen all day. I hadn’t realised how long. My body is stiff, sore. I’m not used to sitting down for as long as I have. I like being on the move, doing something, anything, just as long as I’m doingsomething.
I open the message I received this morning, feeling my jaw crack from clenching my teeth.
UNKNOWN: She didn’t deserve to be tied to you for the rest of her life. I did her a favour by getting rid of that parasite. Tell Allie her time is up. She’s next. PS, I’d stop looking for me, if I was you. More will die if you don’t.
I must have read the message a million times today, motivating me, angering me. I need to be ready for when I find this wanker.
I should have told Cole to stay at the flat to keep an eye on Allie, but then I would have had to of told him why. And at the minute, I need my head focused, not having him text me every five minutes. And as much as Allie deserves to know, I’m not putting more stress on her shoulders. She needs to rest, and if I had told her this, she would have wanted to help. I couldn’t let that happen.
This fucker is the Whithall murderer, killing innocent girls. Someone who shares my DNA. And now I find out he’s the one who murdered our baby, our innocent fucking baby.
If he thinks I’m going to give up my search for him—from protecting the woman I love—he’s got another thing coming.
I’ll die trying.
He’s already taken our baby. If he thinks I’m going to sit back and let him take Allie, he’s more delusional than I originally thought.
I’ve been researching Mr. Flint all day, trying to find any connection to the man who raped my mother, but so far, I’ve not found anything that suggests the two are connected. I’m not going to stop though.
I run my fingers through my hair, feeling the hairs on my neck stand on end. For some reason, my intuition is telling me the answer is right in front of me. I’m just too blind to see it.
I open the next web page, noticing the data I’ve been downloading for the past hour is nearly finished. The police may have sealed off reports and documents, but there’s always a way to get hold of them. You just have to know how. Nothing is gone forever. And today, I got lucky, getting into the online documents by going through the back. It may take longer, but it’s my only shot at finding something to point me in the right direction.
When I found the newspaper clippings on Jordan’s laptop, I couldn’t help but look into it. The birth certificate they found isn’t much help but knowing Claire Forest gave birth to a boy is a start. Which is why I’ve hacked and committed various felonies.
If I can get the name of the child, I’ll be one step closer to finding this fucker and ending him for good.
It’s the only way this shit is going to end.
“Come on, motherfucker, I’ve nearly got you,” I mutter, rubbing my tired eyes.
I lift my Styrofoam coffee cup to my mouth, groaning when a drop of cold liquid touches my lips. I glance around, finding no one nearby, so I leave my shit and move over to the coffee machine. It’s not even good coffee, but it’s done the trick nicely, and I haven’t got the time to traipse all over Whithall university for it. Having no sleep over the past few days is starting to catch up to me. I’m afraid that if I close my eyes, something else will happen to Allie. It’s my duty to protect her, to keep her safe. I understand there was nothing I could have done to prevent the miscarriage—none of us could have predicted someone would do that to her—but it still makes me feel useless, like I’ve failed her.
The coffee machine takes its sweet-arse time pouring me my fucking coffee, the brown liquid dripping in a slow pour.
I watch it, feeling my vision double.
Come on.
I nearly jump with glee when it’s finished, but I’m worried using any more energy will knock me flat on my arse, I’m that exhausted.
Blowing the steam away, I bring the cup to my lips, taking a sip. I hiss, sucking my lips into my mouth when the horrid liquid burns.
This fucking coffee sucks.
