🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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For a moment, Eve watched Ray flee down the stairs as if chased by a nightmare. He staggered, bumped his shoulder against the corner, and Eve heard the door slam shut at the top. It was obvious that something was wrong, and her gaze flew from the corner of the stairs back to Liam.
His eyes were wide, and he was staring questioningly at his mother.
"Put that away, Liam!" she scolded, her expression extremely stern. Her own pulse was racing because it was churning inside her like waves on a troubled sea. She reached her son in a few steps and took the pot from his head. "You know you're not supposed to play with that," she said sternly, pointing at the house. "Put the pots in the sink and then clean out the dishwasher as punishment."
"But Mum!" Liam began to rebel, but Eve put her hands on her hips, and her indignation subsided into an offended pout. Then, the boy's gaze slid to the door. "Did I scare Ray?" he asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"We'll see about that. And if I did, you'll have to apologize," Eve said and accompanied her son into the house to watch him grumble as he put the pots in the sink and obediently opened the dishwasher. Eve had usually taught him these things so that he would learn to participate in the house at an early age. It wasn't a harsh punishment, but it would keep him busy.
She then directed her steps upstairs. She was already raising her hand to knock when she paused in her movement.
Her mouth was dry. Her thoughts raced and seemed to flow like driftwood on the wild river of her pulse. They kept bumping, staggering, tumbling, sinking. This reaction to Liam, to his game... she would have had to be blind and ignorant in both eyes not to draw any conclusions. The question was: did she conclude correctly?
'Ray was a soldier.'
This realization came as clear and sharp as a sharpened blade digging into her stomach. 'Just because he was a soldier doesn't mean anything. Many were soldiers. Many quit again. That means nothing. One of many. It's a coincidence. Stay calm. Stop driving yourself crazy... take it easy,' she murmured to herself, with moderate success.
