What Was I Thinking? LXVII


The seconds that followed ticked away in slow motion. The realization of what had just happened seemed to sink in deeper with every second. We broke apart, both falling to the ground, the gun rolling to the ground. Fitz picked it up and hid it in his coat. The others glanced at Adam, thinking he…

What Was I Thinking? LXVI


Fitz’s eyes flicked open. He glanced at the bedside clock. 3:45a.m. There was something urgent he needed to take care of. Aha! The gun! Just when he tried getting up, his wife’s arm which circled his waist tightened its grip. He tried freeing himself but she squirmed, murmuring “Please don’t go; just five more minutes,”…

What Was I Thinking? LXV


My patience had completely run out. If he wasn’t holding our baby, I’d have tried Fitz’s strangling method on him. It worked on me, it should work on him just fine. I was still chewing on the mischievous plan when he spoke. “You were already headed somewhere when I arrived, right?” “How do I know…

What Was I Thinking? LXIV


When I arrived home, the place was dead quiet. Had Fitz gone to sleep already? At least, I wouldn’t have to face him feeling like crap. But my sigh of relief was short-lived when my gaze fell on his form at the dining table after I had put my bag down. I was so stunned…

What Was I Thinking? LXI


“I can’t believe you of all people could do this to me, Karen!” I shouted, filled with overflowing fury. “What are you talking about, Em?” “That outrageous stunt!” I spat at her, pointing to the TV set. “Hold it, Em. You think I had something to do with that?” “You brought up the ridiculous idea…

What Was I Thinking? LX


Rose opened the door with her usual beaming smile spread across her face. She was such a sight for sore eyes. She started rambling about what a doll my baby was and how she wished I was home with her. I was so glad she was around to take care of her. When I entered…

What Was I Thinking? LVIII


I opened the door as quietly as I could, praying that Karen would be either asleep or not in the room at all as I entered stealthily. But lo and behold, there she sat with her not-amused face and I knew she would have me for toast that day. I closed the door and wore…

What Was I Thinking? LVI


His tall slender legs carried him swiftly through the corridors of the hospital. Adrenaline pumping, his mind racing, heart racing, and voices in his head screaming: EMILY’S ALIVE! How was that even possible? Karen said it was a long story. Was she mistaken for dead after her childbirth and later found alive in the morgue?…

What Was I Thinking? LV


“It’s not what you think…” Fitz began lamely. That sparked Karen off as she stood up with her hands still holding on to Emily’s hands for dear life. “You have absolutely no idea what I’m thinking right now, Fitz,” she said, spewing his name in disdain. “Listen to me…” “I have nothing to say to…

What Was I Thinking? L


“You have a baby girl, Mr. Daniels.” Fitz gave an inward sigh of relief. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to name his child after that ingrate named Adam. “And the mother? How’s she doing?” Karen asked anxiously. Fitz looked at the doctor. He hesitated for a moment. “Doctor, how is Emily?” “She lost a lot of…

What Was I Thinking? XLIX


It has been five days. Five whole days. The frenzied texts from Sabrina escalated my worries. Adam had gone completely dark and I couldn’t tell if he wanted to be out of reach for a while following our last encounter or he had been taken. If it weren’t for Sabrina, I’d have comforted myself with…

What Was I Thinking? XLVIII


He got up when the grey Ford pulled up in front of him. He walked to the other side, opened the door and sat inside. Fitz opened his palm. The younger man handed him a brown envelope. Fitz opened it. “Nothing happened, sir. No communication whatsoever.” “You’re sure?” “Yeah, they came face-to-face at the campus…

What Was I Thinking? XLVII


Karen’s face broke into a smile when Fitz pulled the car to a halt in front of the hostel. “Hey,” she said when the windows rolled down. “Hi Karen; how are you doing?” “By God’s grace, I’m well. How about you?” “We’re good too. I’m sorry I have to bring her here, I know she’s…

What Was I Thinking? XLVI


Karen and I took a break from unpacking our stuff in our hostel room by helping ourselves to some food when my phone rang. “Hey,” I said, my mouth still occupied. “If you two were planning on dropping such a bombshell on me, a little heads up would have been nice,” he hissed. I swallowed….