Echoing Dreams

Diary of a Serial Killer

Seated on her bed in the quaint room of the Laraque Estate, outside her window, a cherry blossom tree blew in the wind, its branches gently scraping against the glass in a slightly unsettling rhythm. She was deep in conversation with Jake, texting back and forth from across the hall. Their discussion revolved around the startling revelation about the estate's owner.

Emily's research on social media had uncovered that Michael Deon, Zack's grandfather, was not only the proprietor of the estate but also a business associate of her father. This connection added a layer of intrigue to their stay, prompting Emily to consider a bold plan. Perhaps they could use this opportunity to protect Zack from the unknown threat looming over him in Crestwood.

The idea of inviting Zack to the estate for the weekend crossed her mind. Despite her reluctance to spend time with him, the prospect of keeping him safe was compelling. However, when she shared this thought with Jake, he was immediately against it. His concern was not for Zack's safety, but for Emily's comfort and well-being. The notion of her sharing the same roof with Zack, given their fraught history, was something Jake couldn't bear.

As they continued to exchange messages, the complexity of their situation became increasingly evident. They were caught between the desire to prevent another tragedy and the personal dynamics that made the solution far from simple. Emily sat, torn between her sense of responsibility and the discomfort of the proposed plan, while Jake grappled with his protective instincts and the limitations of their options.

As dinner time approached, Emily couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that she and Jake hadn't explored the estate as much as they'd hoped. However, the growling in her stomach reminded her of the more immediate concern: dinner.

Seated at the elegantly set table, Emily watched with anticipation as a plate of exquisitely prepared food was placed before her. A succulent steak, cooked to perfection, sat alongside freshly baked rolls with creamy garlic butter and a medley of steamed vegetables. Jake and Emily eagerly tucked into their meal, their earlier adventures momentarily forgotten in the face of such culinary delights.

Norah Frank joined them at the table, expressing her gratitude to the butler for the wonderful meal. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with a mother's affection.

"Yes, Mom, thanks," Emily responded, her words muffled by a mouthful of peas. Jake, too busy enjoying his steak, simply nodded in agreement, a contented grin on his face.

Norah, looking hopeful, then proposed, "I was thinking we could go for a night swim after dinner. How does that sound?"

Emily hesitated, torn between her desire to explore the house with Jake and not wanting to disappoint her mother. "Oh, uh... I was hoping to explore inside the building with Jake," she said, her voice tinged with regret.

Noticing Norah's crestfallen expression, Jake quickly chimed in, "I think it's a great idea, Em. You should spend some quality time with your mom. We've got the whole weekend to explore the estate. Tomorrow and Sunday aren't going anywhere."

His reassuring gaze met Emily's, conveying understanding and support. Emily sighed, a small smile forming as she realized the value of spending time with her mother. "You're right, Jake. Okay, Mom, let's do that night swim," she agreed, her smile growing more genuine as she saw the happiness light up in her mother's face.

Post-dinner, Emily donned her bright yellow swimming costume and cautiously dipped her toes into the pool, a shiver running through her as she felt the chill of the water. Norah joined her, and the two of them couldn't help but laugh at the initial cold shock. The night swim, under the starry sky, promised a fun and relaxed bonding experience.