His Deadly Obsession

Chapter 17

Lorenzo

"Did you find her?" Samarya asked me as soon as she came of the room she was resting in.

I shook my head at her.

"Oh." Her face looked sad and it made by heart which was supposed to be a stone constrict seeing the dejected look on her.

"You are trying and it counts right? I am sure we will find out about her whereabouts." She gave a little smile to me. She is so brave.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "I won't stop looking," I said, meeting her gaze with as much determination as I could muster. "We'll find her, Samarya. I promise."

She nodded, though the sadness never quite left her eyes. I could see the weight of worry pressing down on her shoulders. I wanted to tell her everything would be okay, but it felt hollow, even to me.

"You must be hungry. Come on." I walked towards her and pulled her gently to the kitchen.

"I will make something for us." I said putting on the apron.

"Uhm, Lorenzo?" Oh, how I love hearing my name from her.

"Yes, love?" I could see color rising on her cheeks with the endearment I used.

She cleared her throat before asking, "Can I prepare?"

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Prepare what?"

She looked down at her feet, a small blush coloring her cheeks. "I mean, if you don't mind, I'd like to help with the cooking."

Her offer caught me off guard, but I was touched by her desire to contribute, especially given how heavy everything seemed. "Of course, Samarya. I'd love your help. What do you have in mind?"

She hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I was thinking maybe we could make something comforting. I know it's not going to solve anything, but..."

I nodded, understanding the sentiment. "I think that's a great idea. Comfort food sounds perfect right now."

We moved around the kitchen together, and it was oddly soothing to work side by side.

"So, are you the only child in your family?" I asked her as a way to make her forget about the tragedy she had faced even though I knew everything about her.

"No, I have a younger brother." A smile spread on her face as she mentioned her brother.

I was glad to see a hint of happiness despite the circumstances. "What's he like?"

Samarya's eyes brightened as she spoke. "He's a bit of a troublemaker, always getting into things he shouldn't. But he's also incredibly kind-hearted. He has this way of making everyone laugh, even when they're down."

"That sounds wonderful," I said, mixing ingredients in a bowl. "It must have been nice growing up with him."

"More like raising him" she chuckled. "He is a decade younger than me, so I basically raised him in a way. Honestly speaking he is my first baby."

I smiled at her description, imagining the bond she must share with her brother. "It sounds like you did a fantastic job. He must be really lucky to have someone like you in his life."

She shrugged modestly but couldn't hide the pride in her eyes. "I guess. He's my whole world, you know? I just want to make sure he's safe and happy."

I could see how much her brother meant to her and how deeply she cared for those she loved. It made me appreciate her even more. "It's clear you've done a lot for him, and I'm sure he knows that."