Cas and the man from the furniture company waited outside while the firemen extinguished the fire. Taking advantage of all the activity Meg sneaked in through the back door. She walked through the kusina to the hallway and upstairs.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the segundo drawer. susunod to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, sa pamamagitan ng Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started pagbaba and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the segundo drawer. susunod to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, sa pamamagitan ng Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started pagbaba and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and madami fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and madami fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.