Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

Chapter Twenty-Four

The next morning, I woke up alone in the room. Which made me worry because of what Katarina said to me on what Allana is capable of doing, but I trust her not to kill her self, and I live on what she promised me, she promised me that she won't hurt herself no matter what.

Before I could even sit up, Allana came in with a tray.

" Good morning!" she said enthusiastically.

" Good morning. What do you have there?" I asked.

" Breakfast."

She settled the tray on the bed.

" Breakfast in bed? Is that even allowed?" I asked.

" I don't care. This is my place. "

I looked at the tray.

" Wow. And I love the coffee art. "

The coffee art was some clouds and smiley suns.

" Did you do this?" I asked.

" Yes. "

" Thank you. "

The breakfast was amazing, bacon and sunny-side up eggs, just the way I like it.

After breakfast, Allana turned on the telly.

The news was a fire happened near Kensington Palace.

" Dear, there was fire happened near here. " Allana said.

I nodded.

' Casualities still unconfirmed, but there are 2 severely charred bodies....'

Allana broke down in tears.

" Why? " I asked.

" Harry, " she sobbed. " Don't you recognise the house?"

Holy shit! That's Allana's parents house.

" Allana-"

" Get dressed. We have to go there now."

I drove to Allana's house, and on the way, Allana was talking on the phone with Brad, half talking, half crying.

The front gate of the house is full of media people.

Then the press knew that it was Allana's house.

Not exactly her house.

James Kavanagh was no where in sight, and also Katarina Kavanagh.

The medics and bobbies tried to hold us, but Allana pushed, yeah, literally pushed them out so that she can enter her compound.

Allana was panicking, Brad was not in his part of the compound, so as Carmela.

" Ma' am?" I think a medic or someone approached us.

Allana looked at him.

" Yes?"

" Are you-"

" Yes, I'm a family-" she broke off.

" What do you need?" I continued.

" Sir, Ma'am, could you please come with us at the Jeffersonian Institute to help and identify the victims?"

Allana nodded.

" We'll just wait for my brother and we'll head there. " Allana said.

" Who will we meet there?" I asked.

" Dr. James Kavanagh is there. "

" He's alive?" Allana asked.

The bloke nodded.

" What's he doing there?" Allana asked.

" I'm sorry, but I have no idea."

Then he excused himself.

Brad came to the scene.

" Let's go to Jeffersonian. " Allana said.

" What happened?" Brad asked.

" That's what we're going to find out. " Allana said.

The media was going crazy when they saw us leaving the scene.

Crazy to Wild.

At Jeffersonian, the bloke who approached us is there, waiting for us.

Allana had her inhaler in her hand, so did Brad.

We were led in a sort of a waiting room, and there was James, seated.

Brad approached his father and hugged him.

Allana just pecked him on the cheek.

Before anyone could say anything, the bloke from the scene came in.

" Excuse me, but you are needed in the evidence platform. "

Allana held my hand.

No, not held, gripped.

" The two... uh, we have evidences that these two are female. "

" Female?" Allana said.

" Yes, based on the pelv-"

" I know other indicators of gender, no need to further express. " Allana said.

" So, what is the cause of d-" Brad couldn't finish

" The fire is the cause of death.".

" I noticed that you have not identified the victims yet? Am I right?" I said.

" Yes, that's why you are here, for DNA testing. "

" So, what do you need? Hair, blood, skin, saliva?" Allana said.

" Hair.  "

Allana and Brad pulled up some hair from their scalp.

" Let's get this over with. " Brad said.

And after a few minutes, the results are in.

" Positive?" Allana said.

James sat up. I almost forgot that he was there.

Brad broke down in tears. 

Allana sat down the floor.

" This is not fucking happening!" Brad said.

" This is unreal." Allana said.

" I.." Brad said.

" I can't do this. " James said.

" Uh, what's your name?" Allana asked the bloke.

" Alfred Carmichael. "

" Alfred, is there anyway that you could confirm the victim's identity without DNA testing?" Allana asked.

" Yes, through making a sketch with the skull. "

" Could you please do that?"

" Of course, but results will be tomorrow"

" Please do that. We'll be willing to wait. " Allana said.

Alfred nodded and excused himself to make arrangements.

" Dad, I think you should stay at my house. " Allana said

" No, Allana, I'm taking Dad over at my place. He needs someone. "

She nodded.

And hugged her father.

And left.

When we arrived in the Palace, Allana went straight up to rest.

" Good night. " I said.

" Night." she said.

I came up a few steps after her.

I hate to see her sad.