Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~3~

~The man in the park~

I stood in the middle of the shrine my mourning wife had put together over the last two years. I knew that Lyza was troubled, mentally ill now, which is why I stood there reconsidering her crazy, far-fetched plan. In the beginning it had all been planned for the money, at least that's all that I cared about but she was becoming obsessive over the Specter child. I knew that when the time came, she would have to get over it-or something. I hoped that knowing the pain of losing our child, she would have mercy on the Specter's when the time came. 

Nothing was promised though, which is why I was here, just in case my wife tried to think irrationally, not that she already wasn't. I had to keep a tight grip on Lyza's leash because she was a woman who didn't give up too easily when it came to something she wanted. This though-this she couldn't have. We were simply going to use little brown-haired girl for our own personal gain and then return her....hopefully. 

I remembered the day that Lyza had come bursting through the front door, proclaiming that she had seen our deceased daughter playing in the park. She liked to do a lot of her mourning in the park. "I seen her, Rich, truly. She was so perfect!" She had said, near tears of joy and the only thing it had done was make my heart clench for her...for our daughter that had been taken away from us far too soon. 

"Lyza..you can't do this. You know damn well that it wasn't her. Millicent is gone." Had been my reply and with it brought tears that had rolled down my wife's, smooth tanned cheeks. 

"Oh, Richard...but it could be." 

And that was the day that I found out she wasn't taking her medication any more. Hadn't in weeks. When she'd drug me to that park days later, pointing towards the little girl with the admirable curls, I had knew that nothing good was going to come of Lyza's new obsession. For fucks sake the child had brown hair, not blonde like our Milli had. I could prove that now, as I stood in the shrine of my woman's creation. 

Pictures lined the walls, candles of pink, purple and yellow. Porcelain dolls, with blonde locks custom made all stared up at me, hauntingly. Yes, my wife was obviously losing her mind but who I was I to deny her happiness? 

Soon. Soon she would get what she had been yearning for for months now but would soon have to give up. Soon, I would be just one step closer to my share of this plan my wife had conjured up in her desperate brain the day she had laid eyes on Sol Specter's little girl. 

~Caroline~ 

"How is it?" Sol asked me the following evening as we sat at a window seat that overlooked the city. He had brought me to a new restaurant, a grand opening and I was surprised that they were keeping up so nicely with their patrons. 

I swirled the bloody colored wine in the deep glass and took another sip. Fine, I supposed and I smiled across at him. "Good, but no different than a cheaper bottle would have been, sweety." I replied. He was far more flexible with spending money than myself. But he could, and he never ceased to make that known. 

"I told you, this is a celebration." He reminded me, just as the waiter was bringing our food over. The portions were a bit small but it smelled heavenly and I wasn't going to complain. Once we were alone again, Sol with his satisfied smirk looked down at his Rolex. "Seven minutes and...forty-two seconds." He announced as it was a thing for us to time how long we waited for our food when coming to new restaurants. 

The noise that came from me was a borderline snort, "Yea, let's just hope they didn't pop it in the microwave for a few minutes." I joked and the look he gave me was sour. If neither of us were satisfied, Sol was surely have a fit. The meal was quite fruitful, I came to learn as we dug in.