The Woman in the Letter

PART 51

NATALIE

I wrapped the cup with my both hands. The steam of hot tea on my nose kept me cool. I didn't know how long I would sit on the couch in my room that my mom always planned to throw, but it would be about an hour.

Every day I learn something new about Paul, and instead of getting closer to him, I moved further away from him. Probably now he looks at me from the sidelines and enjoys my helplessness. If... If she had told me what she was worried about on the last night I talked to my mother, if she had shared everything with me, maybe all this would not have happened. Every day a new question arises, I face a new impasse.There had to be a connection between the secret my mother hid from everyone before she died and Katherine's purpose chasing me. Maybe Katherine was watching to say things my mother didn't tell me. Maybe she wanted to tell me where Paul is hiding. Paul found out and killed her.All I could do was think about the probabilities.I watched Ian's call from the sofa for a few seconds. I had already lost all hope of finding Paul.When I said "yes" I felt like I hadn't opened my mouth for hours, as if my tongue was stuck in my palate."I will send you an urgent letter. You will be able to read from the screen of your phone. I made it clear enough "It was as if my chest was squeezing my heart and preventing it from beating. " Again? ... Has anyone been killed?""Natalie, we do not have time" sound was lively and tense. I could not fully hear Ian from the sound of people and police cars outside. Then he raised his voice a little and said, "I will send you the picture now. Only you can understand what it means. "The phone slipped out of my ear and fell on me. I opened my mouth and tried to breathe as much air as I could. I could feel my whole body trembling as I breathed. The phone light came on. I slowly picked up the phone. The heat in my legs was rising over my head. My eyes were blinded when I saw the yellow paper dipped in a palm. It was almost impossible to read the writings. At first, I could not see the picture that Ian had sent me because my eyes were dark. Then I rolled my eyes and looked carefully at the screen.I feel like I am in the hell of heaven. When I make love with other bodies, I feel like my soul fights with other souls. What is the cure for not loving you? Toxic words walk in my soul, drinking my blood, killing me softly. I know darling, I am helpless, my hands are captive. It's weird to smile without you. Help me, I'm dying, my hopes are gone. I forgot myself. This is the end. I run towards you but I can approach. Then there is only one way to be with you again. Maybe it's time you run to me before it's late. I am waiting. Should I?"Hello. Hello! Mrs. Natalie "Ian's voice came from deep. I had no strength left to answer him. "It's ..." I picked up the phone. "What does that mean? I didn't understand." I asked myself the question, not Ian."No one but you knows what that means. Please read carefully. Maybe it's a secret message or something. Please think for a moment. Read carefully several times. I don't think he put it here just for fun. The poem must mean something "I closed my eyes and took a deep breath while massaging my forehead. Before asking the question, I tried to gather myself, but I couldn't. "Where did you find the letter? Did he kill someone again?""We will talk to you about it in detail. Everyone will be questioned again. For now, think about what I said. I will try to find the connection between Katherine and the current murder with Paul"Without thinking about the right time for this, I said, "I know who Katherine Jennings is."When Ian spoke to me, he spoke hurriedly and timidly, as if he had run from right to left. But when he heard my last words, he stopped for a while. In a calmer tone, he said, "Did you know Katherine? And you hid it from us ""I know the connection with Paul. I learned that Katherine had a relation with Paul for a while ""Ms. Natalie, I repeat, hiding this until now means that you are obstructing the criminal investigation, and as a result, you have committed a crime," he said, emphasizing the last word of the sentence as if he were swearing."I Waited for the right time to say that ..." did not allow me to finish."Mrs. Natalie. I warn you one last time. Stay away! Don't force me to do things I don't want to do. " I could not blink. I felt anger in my blood as if it were all over my body.

 Ian's warning did not affect me in the slightest. The only thing I think of was the identity of the new victim.