Double Faced Twins

Chapter 19

Faith

I'm staring out the window of Benson's car, trying my damnedest to send Grace positive thoughts. At this rate, all she'll get from me is goosebumps and confusion. All brought to her by courtesy of Benson Easton. I honestly don't know where I'd be without him here to support me and encourage me. I know we haven't known each other long, but when he holds me, I don't feel scared of never seeing my sister again. It's like everything will be okay just because he's present.

Don't even get me started on that kiss on the beach; wow! He says all of the right things and makes me feel treasured entirely by him. How I wish you were here, Grace, to help me to navigate through whatever this is between Benson and me. I try to hold back the tears as devastation takes over with the thought that I could never see my sister again.

Benson interrupts my thoughts, "Babe, talk to me. What are you thinking over there?"

I shrug because I don't want him to know I was thinking about him.

"Don't block me out, Faith. I want, no, I need to be here for you. The only way that can happen is if you talk to me. Share with me your fears, concerns, hell, whatever you're feeling," he pleads.

This man is too good to be true!

I finally turn to face him, "I am trying so damn hard to send her positive vibes, but it's impossible when I don't have a shred of positive thoughts myself to send to her."

That was not a total lie. While my feelings for Benson are positive, they're still confusing.

A moment later, we were pulling up to my office building. Benson gets out and comes to my side to open my door. I take the hand that he's offering and get out of the car. He right away pulls me into an embrace.

"You got this, Babe; you're not alone," he says as he tightens his grip on me, giving me the strength to go into that office and face whatever the detective has for me.

"I'm ready." I stand tall; Benson releases me from his warm embrace and takes my hand. We enter the office together.

As soon as I walk in, I see Liza. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying. I let go of Benson's hand and ran to her. We hug each other, and fresh tears stream down our faces.

"It's not good, Faith," Liza tells me through her tears.

I lean back and look at her face. "What do you mean it's not good?" I feel Benson's hand on my shoulder.

Liza shakes her head.

"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" I demand.

I see the detective coming from Grace's office. "Is there somewhere the three of us could talk?"

I nod, "Yes, the conference room or my office."

"How about the conference room?"

"Sure, follow me." Benson had retaken my hand.

The detective follows us into the conference room. He shuts the door behind him.

"First of all, I want to let you know that Miss Graham permitted me to look through your sister's office. Did you know that your sister was receiving threats?"

"What? Threats? What? She never said anything to me." That this information shocked me would be the biggest understatement of the year.

Benson puts his arm around me. "She never told Faith about any threats."

"I thought that was the case." He starts spreading typed letters addressed to Grace on the table. There were six letters.

"What do they say?" I ask, anxious to know what's been happening with my sister.