Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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I want to go out of these four walls and see the sun. I want to go home and have a real invigorating bath to replenish my strength. I really want to eat a warm meal cooked by my mom. I miss her soft fingers running through my shower damped hair when she dried me thoroughly, boasting that her genes don't lie.
I close my eyes and dream of her.
I've had a devastating number of interrogations with Smith and yet we hardly speak the same language. Clearly at times he looks like he believes me, until the moment he comes with the evidence and pins me down to speak the truth that doesn't exist. My answers are constantly the same.
"I didn't kill her," I would tell him.
"Then who did it? Why is everything pointed out at you? The fingerprints! And even your DNA, because they got your hair strands too on Anne's body, Mia. Everything suggests that you killed her!"
In short, we haven't made any progress as everyone is focused on proving that I'm the killer instead of finding the real criminal. I guess that's how things work in complicated cases, and people end up convicted for the crimes they didn't commit. I hope I won't be one of them.
"Are you listening to me?" Like an eerie sea wave during the tempest, my husband's voice perforates my ears. "This is the last chance I'm giving you, Mia! Take it or leave it, because you know what will happen if you don't stop being stubborn!"
He's here. How did I forget that?
I look at him and my pathetic laugh flees like a lazy huff. So he came all the way here to give me the same ultimatum? He's never here for anything but threatening me in the name of his insane love that he can't let go for as long as I live.
Now what do I do? I've reached the edge of the cliff, as it so appears. I look back and forth and stumble, fear and dismay consuming me. I got nowhere to go except to fall into the depth of the ravine, or to step forward and accept my demise.
"We can make our own family, Mia. I'm willing to do everything right if you simply come back to me," Patrick says calmly, eyes bored deceivingly sweetly into mine from across the table.
Holding my hand, he looks decent and carrying, like a real husband should. As if he wasn't the one who threatened me just a few seconds ago.
But out of curiosity, I finally open my dry lips and ask him, "How? How exactly are you going to erase the fact that my fingerprints were found on that gun and that my DNA was on the crimes scene? Which, by the way, is nothing but a brilliant lie you've possibly created. Tell me how will you get me out of here, Patrick!" I pull my hand away and he reclines back.
I detect nothing when I gauge his facial reaction, but his surreptitious eyes dance in mild glee as he replies, "With just a single call, Mia. Just one call and all this will be over. We'll go home and live as wonderfully as we did before. I promise you."
"Sounds dreamy, Patrick. Quite ethereal." I manage to smile genuinely, for this is really funny. Tired, I stand up without missing a single blink of his eyes and then lean over the table to face him closer. "You've said enough already, so now listen to me."
