Best of Both Worlds

Chapter Thirty-three

I turned onto the street where the company's guest house was located. I glanced at the open map on my phone and kept driving straight. I was going to Whitney's to surprise her with Kosiso in the car seat. She had visited me in the hospital after Camille's attack, two weeks ago but I hadn't seen or really heard from her since then.

On the day of the attack, I woke up at midnight with a terrible headache. It turned out I only had a mild concussion and I was fine, nonetheless. I was given a week to recuperate before returning back to work, nobody wanted to be treated by a doctor with a black eye. Although, I was completely fine now and my beautiful face was back to normal. Thanks to a tremendous amount of Shea butter every morning and night.

I lifted my eyes to the rear mirror and smiled as Kosiso flailed his arms, gurgling and squealing. I dropped my eyes down the map and it instructed me to keep going straight. I returned my eyes to the road and advanced forward at a set pace.

After the arrest, Camille was sentenced to 25 years imprisonment and a year in a mental institute. Her parents tried to plea for a lighter sentence but she murdered Tom, attempted to murder me and shot the patrol officer outside Nicholas's house, so the pleas were dismissed. The wanted guy was arrested after Camille confessed to hiring him, to mess with the elevator.

The map indicated I'd gotten to my destination, so I parked in her driveway. I ran my eyes over the stylish duplex as I rounded the car to grab Kosiso. I got a spare set of keys to the house from Nicholas, that way I could get in and not ruin the surprise. I placed Kosiso in a carrier, swung my purse across my shoulder and trudged up two steps that led up to the front porch. I moved the carrier to my left hand and unlocked the front door with my right.

The house was quiet and dark. The curtains were drawn shut and the lights were off, the only source of light was the daylight filtering in through the light curtains. It made me wonder if she was home. I knew she had the day off but she could've stepped out. I released a defeated sigh as I peered into the living room. I should've called first.

I decided to place the carrier on the centre table and scan the entire house before I gave up. I walked past a three-seater sofa on my way to the centre table. Just as I placed my purse and the carrier down, I caught sight of a dark figure on the sofa from the corner of my eyes. I whipped my head to the sofa and met with Whitney. She lay on the sofa in her sleepwear and a satin bonnet over her head, giving the opposite wall a dead stare.

"Oh God," I placed a hand over my beating chest as jerked back. "Why are you in the dark?"

She didn't move an inch, only dragged her eyes away from the wall to my face.

I walked over to the windows and pulled apart the curtain, allowing natural light to stream into the room. I walked back to her and lowered myself to a squat. "What's wrong?"

I felt her forehead with the back of my palm and it was a bit warm but not warm enough to be classified a fever. I dropped my hands down and gazed at her face. There were dry tear streaks along her cheeks. "What happened? Are you okay?"

She released an almost inaudible sigh and shut her eyes. Her dark lashes were soaked with moisture and when she reopened her eyes, a fresh stream of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. Okay, this was serious.

I knelt in front of her and ran a hand over her arm. "What's going on? You're scaring me"

Her lips quivered as she pressed them tight and emitted a heart-wrenching sob. She shot her eyes tight and shook her head.

"Okay, I'm legit terrified now. Come on, talk to me" I patted and rubbed her shoulder at the same time. "You listen to me rant and cry about my problems, but now it's your turn, you don't want to open up"