Love

Ch 25: Regresando a casa (Coming Home)

Quin's Pov…

Once I opened the door…I caught eye of light brown hair, long and a bit tangled…almost like the way it was when Zoe was murdered.

It looked just like it. Matted with blood too, like hers…what happened to this woman at my doorstep? Why would she come here? Is this a prank? Whoever did this, it's not…oh my God…

The door was open wider as I saw my sweet angel…my lips trembled as tears came to my eyes.

It was her.

Big brown eyes, pale-ish skin, petite figure, and she was dressed in a white dress…the same one she was wearing the day she was murdered before the engagement party.

There was a dirt on the dress, but not much. One rip the size as the knife around her chest area, on her heart.

There was no longer a stab wound. It was all scar now. She had bruises and cuts on her body, but they looked to already been healing.

I almost didn't believe it was my wife until she spoke…

"Marshmallow …"

She spoke my nickname that only Zoe called me…her voice…her angelic voice.

I broke into tears as I held my arms out.

"Zoe!" I yelled in joy as she ran into my arms and I held her so close to me, I thought she'd break.

Holding her in my arms was everything to me…this wasn't a hologram, this wasn't a ghost, and this wasn't an illusion. She's here. She's alive…oh my God, my wife is alive.

I released her, but only a bit because I was so afraid she'd be gone again…I lost her once, I don't believe I can handle losing her again. I'll die if I lose her again.

"Babygirl?" My voice cracked. I tried to run my fingers through her hair, but the disgusting dry blood kept my fingers from going any further. "How?"

Zoe's lip trembled. "Quin…did I really die?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Baby, I don't know anymore."

"Ahem."

I gripped Zoe closer to me, not wanting anyone to take her away from me.

"Who are you?" was all I could get out, since I'm sure I was still in shock.

"My name is detective Maxwell." He showed his badge. He was a dark skinned, older man. Bald, 6 foot, with a trench coat and boots from what I can see through my tears.

"We found this young lady in the Beverly Hills graveyard. She was next to a grave that said Amber Cipher. She claims to be-"

Regular Pov…

"This is my wife, Amber Cipher-Lockhart!" Quin yelled, noticing Zoe's falling asleep.

"How is this possible?" After laying her down on the couch with a blanket over her, he let the detective in and paced. "How did this happen?"

"The grave was dug up, Mr. Lockhart." Maxwell said, relaxing in the dining room as Quin stood on the other side of the table.

"The coffin was broken open by a shovel left there and she said she woke up outside the coffin." He motioned to the living room.

"Are you positive that's your wife? Because according to our records…your wife is dead."

"She was murdered." Quin muttered. "At least…I thought she was. How? How? How?"