In a heart-wrenching tale of sacrifice, betrayal, and redemption, Makenna Lewasi faces her greatest challenge yet. Six years ago, she made a decision that shattered her own heart but saved her family. Now, as she stands on the brink of a loveless ma...
"Where are we going?" Makenna asks for the seventeenth time.
Her bladder was a mess, she was tired and all she wanted to do was curl up in Dionysius old bed and cry. Sao however had insisted on making one last stop before they could head home. They were coming from the post-office, where Sao had wrangled up a meeting to try and see if they had handled the mysterious divorce papers. They didn't come by post apparently. They must have been hand delivered, but how? Mikulas was trying to find the name of the law firm that had been on the papers, but the papers themselves were nowhere to be seen.
"I have a friend who can help us. He just needs a little convincing, and I think you're the one to do it." Sao assures her, rubbing her shoulder gently, his eyes on the road.
They were winding through some very unfamiliar territory, almost desert-like, and though the sun looked wonderful in the vast emptiness of it all, Makenna wasn't sure her bladder or her despair could hold long enough to survive the trip. She was doing her best to hold back quiet sobs when a house mushroomed in the middle and seemingly out of nowhere.
"He's staying there...Values his privacy." Sao is saying in the most soothing voice he can as a tear falls down her cheek from the anticipated relief of emptying her bladder and the dying hope that Pluto was alive somewhere.
Sao pulls the car into park and then affectionately helps her out of it, as if she were twenty months pregnant. He helps her round the house and then up some stairs leading to a swimming pool.
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A very handsome young man is lazily swimming in the pool, he turns his green gaze to them. Was this Sao's private friend or another guest at this house? Sao nudges Makenna gently towards the house.
"You'll find a toilet inside. I'll be right here." He says
She nods, seeing as the handsome one in the pool was now stepping out of it in a languid manner, very unlike someone considered friendly and much like someone who had been ambushed by unwanted guests and didn't think twice about letting them know they were not welcome. She finds herself hoping this wasn't Sao's friend, Pluto's only hope outside of the Interpol whose wonderful Chief Superintendent was sure Makenna killed him. The house was clean and chic, filled with light, whites and the palest of blue, and she found the toilet with ease. There didn't seem to be anyone else in there but unfortunately as she sat down to relieve her bladder her eyes landed on the toilet's copy of the latest local newspaper full with pictures of her, Pluto, Sophie Stanislavsky and now, Chief Superintendent Callum Balfour.
She didn't know how to read Greek obviously and couldn't guess what it said, but just by the pictures alone she could imagine the verdict. She had let herself cry a little at this, as quietly as possible though there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom. She let herself caress Pluto's face as she sobbed quietly, and then she'd wiped herself, washed her hands, made sure to straighten up as best she could and wiped the tears off her face. She was doing her anti-anxiety breathing when she felt an awkward sensation, as if something was in the bathroom with her and was watching her. She looked around, finding nothing out of the ordinary, just a weird feeling looking at the minimalist popart that hang on the wall. She checked her face again, took in her deep breaths, dismissed the paranoia and rubbed her tiny bulge.
