Alone

Chapter 3

"You burnt it all ?"Alaki yells in shock , running his fingers through his hair as be paces back and forth across the office.

"Yes ." I state bitterly. "The public doesn't deserve any of Vincent's stuff —nor does he deserve for them to see it."

When Alaki heard about Lorain and Vincent's deaths he called me right away . He was confused and curious .
He wanted to know where we had been those six months , why we didn't inform everyone on the plan to kill Vincent and ultimately...who killed Lorain .

We still don't know who could have done it as it could've been anyone who knew Vincent. The problem being that he knew many people . So many loved him and would kill to get closer to Vincent .

Alaki was one of the people I was able to talk about my time in Sweden with Lorain as he wanted to know everything and didn't judge the fact that we were two women in love . He helped me with the legalities involving who gets executorship of Vincent's estate and how to handle the investigation finding who the killer was . Alaki may not have been close to Lorain but he understood what was happening to her .

"His paintings could have been sold for millions !"he sighs and falls into the chair . "You stupid woman ."he moans in despair .

"Excuse you ?" I hiss and stand up. "I have legal right over all his money and belongings and I did what I saw fit . Vincent didnt deserve any of his stuff to see the light of day . It's bad enough my girlfriend's paintings are being tossed around auctions like a puppy at a daycare ." I spit and slam the stack of documents containing the contract between him and I regarding his silence about Vincent's and Lorain's horrid deeds in exchange for one of Vincent's paintings.

"You're right. "He sighs and rubs his face in irritation. "I'm sorry . She was a lovely person . I actually didnt hate her ."he chuckles solemnly as he stares at the floor .

"She had that effect on everyone in this filthy world of ours ."I smile softly and nod to Alaki ."We're done here . I'll keep you informed on the case ." I say and turn to leave his office.

"Only if she wasn't so gullible." He mutters.

I freeze in my tracks , anger boiling to the surface . Without hesitation I pull my hand back before it connects with his face in a hard slap .
"Dont you ever speak ill of her again !" I hiss as my finger digs into his chest . A look of shock crosses his face as his head slowly bobs up and down.

"Good ."I glare and finally take my leave .

Tears sting my eyes as I leave the office building . How can he bad-mouth someone who isn't here anymore ? Especially so close to the funeral .

"People are dicks." I mumble as I climb into the car waiting outside for me .

6 months ago

My cheek rests against my hand as I flip the page of the news paper , not bothering to read any of the writing as I skim the headlines .
The morning sun illuminates the kitchen of our cottage as I look for any news on Vincent . We have to be sure that he hasn't been anywhere near Sweden yet .

Lorain is in the process of fixing us up some coffee as she stands with tired eyes waiting for the kettle to finish boiling . It's only been three days and it's felt like months being here with her .

We talk about anything and everything . She has yet to open up about certain things but I don't mind waiting . We have all the time in the world .

My eyes decide to find Lorain more interesting than the newspaper as I find myself watching as she covers her mouth to yawn . My eyes follow her as she pours the hot water and stirs the coffee and sugar together before rummaging through the fridge for some milk .