Chapter 15

As I pull into my driveway, I notice two cars.

One is my moms and the other one is my fiance's. I get a mini heart attack of excitement. My fiance has been to a different state for months and he's finally here.

I quickly get out of my car and into my house.

"Look who's here." A voice calls from the kitchen.

It's my fiance, Derick.

"Hi!" I say cheerfully stepping into the kitchen.

He flashes me a smile as his ocean blue eyes look me up and down.

He smells like my favorite cologne of his.

And he's wearing casual jeans and a T-shirt.

He gives me a side hug as he approaches me.

"Looking fancy today." Derick says.

"I just came from the agency, I just liked the makeup." I reply to his comment. "I can't believe your here."

"Me too." Mom says from behind me.

"Hi, mom." I say.

"Hello, dear. Your a little late today." She says.

I keep silent.

I don't want to tell her what just happened right in front of Derick.

"Yeah, just decided to get some lunch." I lie.

"Okay, Ash." Mom says.

I turn to Derick. "Are you staying?"

"Nah, I'm gong after dinner." He replies.

I nod. "Okay."

After a few hours of laughing, talking, and dinner, Derick finally leaves, giving me a bouquet of red roses.

I sit down next to Mom as she puts on our favorite show.

"Mom," I start.

She pauses the show and looks at me.

"What is it?" She asks.

I take a deep breath before replying.

"I- found Owen, he's my cameraman." I finally say.

Mom's eyes go wide.

"What?!" She shouts. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I figured it out on my own. And I didn't come home late because I ate lunch, I came home late because I followed Owen and we talked for a bit, he told me that he knew it was me from the start. And you know the girl he killed on the night he ran away? Well she had a twin and she took care of Owen ever since." I explain.

Mom listens attentively, eyes wide as saucers.

"Where does he live?" She asks.

"I don't know the address but he lives in a very dark neighborhood." I reply.

"You mean Willow Street, right?" Mom asks.

"I guess." I reply.

"Okay, take me to the Agency tomorrow, I want to meet him." Mom says.

"Okay, Mom I will." I agree.

And with that, we silently watch the show on the TV.