Sinners and Saints II

Chapter 50

"So what are you going to do now?"

Amy didn't take her eyes off Olivia, not even for a second, pushing herself closer to where Olivia sat, across her on the small dining table in the kitchen. It had been exactly twenty minutes since they got talking and Olivia told her about what Zainab said and Amy was just as dumbfounded as she was.

Olivia exhaled, rubbing her temples that were beginning to hurt from all that thinking.

"Honestly Amy, at the point, I don't know anything anymore." Olivia lowered her hands to the table so she could rub them. They were becoming too cold and too stiff. "I don't know what to do about anything anymore."

"Maybe you should listen to what that Mrs Zainab said," Olivia rose her gaze to Amy. "Olivia, all these things have been hidden for twenty three years for a reason. What if it's for your own good? What if finding out the truth could hurt you too? How are you going to handle it? A woman was just killed a few days ago. Whoever is responsible for this is doing all he or she can to make sure no one finds out the truth."

"Amy," Olivia exhaled.

"Olivia, you said your mother found out who was responsible for the ALCS while she was working at Rand, what if Rand is somehow connected to all of this and the truth could hurt you and Rafael and Grace, would you still want to go on with it?"

Olivia exhaled. She was back to thinking hard again. All that talking was exhausting her. She wanted to listen to everything Amy was saying, but a part of her couldn't bring herself to accept it.

"All my life Amy, I've always thought the Silvers were responsible for all the complications and problems in my life and I just got to find out that the Silvers were only a continuing part of it. None of everything I've been through would have happened if we hadn't tried to leave that night, if we didn't have that accident and now, I'm finding out that the accident was intentionally created to kill us." She leaned closer to Amy, "Amy, someone tried to get me killed, to get my family killed and that same person took my childhood from me, ruined my life. Do you have any idea how I lived after those fishermen had found me at the bank of the river? I don't know how it happened but it did. Maybe I got saved for a reason- to find out what really happened and do right by my parents. I couldn't even find their bodies. I wasn't even given the chance to properly pay my last respects and send them off. I have nothing that belonged to them, only memories. Memories that I'm suddenly beginning to almost forget. Memories I've forced my mind to repress all those years. By the time I tried to go back to the house, it was already burnt down all I was left with, all the fishermen found on the shore with me was a few of our belongings, my mother's journal and this toy I used to love when I was younger but started to hate after it became really heavy overnight."

Olivia frowned quickly, narrowing her gaze on the table, thinking of what she had just said.

"A toy," she repeated this time in a whisper. "A toy I used to love but grew really heavy overnight. I wanted to throw it away but my mother told me it was going to get lighter if I held on tight to it."

Amy leaned closer to her. She could barely understand what Olivia was saying but she could see how concentrated and lost Olivia suddenly was.

"Olivia," she tried to ask for Olivia's attention as she noticed how deep in thought Olivia was now, deeper and deeper by every second.

"It was-" Olivia's breathing was becoming really heavy as she closed her eyes through the process of remembering the missing piece of the puzzle. "It was...."

She opened her eyes quickly and then got up from the table as fast as she could.

"Olivia," Amy got up in a hurry too the moment she watched Olivia run out of the kitchen as fast as she could. "Where are you going?" She let out a frustrated sigh, walking as fast as she could right behind her.

Olivia was almost done climbing the stairs when Amy had barely almost begun. She wasn't exactly in the mood to run. Why was Olivia running like that anyway? She was always the one that used to reprimand Grace whenever she ran on the stairs. Look at her, not taking her own advice.

Amy hurried along to Olivia's room the moment she noticed the door was wide open. She knew that had to be where Olivia was, especially since there were a lot of rattling noises coming from inside. Amy let out a sigh.

"What on earth are you doing now?"

She focused her eyes on Olivia as she watched Olivia throw her big box on the bed and then open it quickly, emptying the contents on the bed one after the other. Amy took further steps into the room, reluctantly gluing her eyes on whatever it was she was looking for.

"It's here." Olivia was talking to herself now. "It's here somewhere. I never took it out."

"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help-"

Amy's eyes widened the moment Olivia got out a fluffy old white toy from her box. Olivia was glaring hard at it, twirling around and raising it so Amy could see.

It was a kangaroo.

A really old kangaroo doll.

"Is that-" Amy took slow steps to the bed.

"I can't believe I forgot about this." Olivia scoffed. "Ann said my mother hid evidence in the kangaroo. 'The kangaroo saw it all'."

"It wasn't a real kangaroo, it was your childhood toy."

"My mother made sure I always slept with it at night. She put it right beside me the moment we got into the car." Olivia scoffed again, a huge smile appearing on her face and tears lingering in her eyes too.

She sniffed as Amy got closer, her eyes glued to the toy. She wanted to feel it. She took it slowly from Olivia while Olivia hurried to the dressing table.

"It feels quite heavy. Heavier than it should be."

Olivia was barely listening. She had her eyes glued to the dressing table like she was looking for something admits all those make up and designer perfumes. Something sharp. Something sharp enough to tear the toy open. She opened her manicure set in a hurry, taking a quick glance at everything that was inside.

There.

She took out the tiny scissors and then hurried to the bed again, grabbing the toy from Amy. She was so concentrated in what she was doing. Amy watched her stab the toy with it twice, to create a hole. It wasn't really hard before she tore it open with the scissors. Amy watched her push her hand into the big hole she had created. She was looking for whatever it was . She felt something . Amy could see it. She held her breath as Olivia swallowed hard, pulling her hand from inside the toy slowly, with a shocking look on her face as she glared at the tapes in her hand. They were exactly two of them. One small one and then a big one.

Olivia let out a tiny scoff, raising her hand so Amy could see it too.

She slowly turned to Amy who just stood there glaring at the tapes with a look of surprise in her eyes.

"Found it."