Rosemarie’s Pov:After leaving the hospital, Jada was better and healthier. I was so happy that she was back to her normal self, it was as if that incident never happened and I was so grateful for that. Anne was a sweet aunt and made sure all their needs were taken care of. I was at peace and Anne made me happy when she asked if we could move in with her. She had gotten used to our presence to the extent she didn’t want to let us go. Of course, the twins were happy with the idea but then wouldn’t it be weird moving to my younger sister’s apartment when it seems to be the other way around? Anne assured me that she had plenty of space and that it would be good for all of us to be together, especially for the twin’s sake. Plus, it would give me a chance to bond more with Anne and spend quality time with her since she stays alone.As we settled into Anne’s apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was comforting to know that we had a safe and supportive env

Rosemarie’s Pov:Anne led us to an abandoned warehouse. She believed James would be there.After the call, she told us how there was a particular sound in the background of the call.It was the sound of iron meeting iron and it is a sound that she heard when she once went to the warehouse.She said James usually goes there because he said the place is serene and it was an ideal place for him to work from home.She had totally forgotten about the warehouse because they hadn’t gone there in a long time, even before the divorce.Michael drove us to the warehouse. I looked at him and I couldn’t be any more grateful that he was there.I had imagined when I had called him he would have simply ignored me or, better still, wouldn’t come after telling him about Jasmine’s kidnapping after the last encounter we had.He could have just easily said he wasn’t coming, it’s not like he was in their lives after all, but Michael came here with immediate effect after the call and she was glad he did.An

Rosemarie’s pov: Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months and my sister is gone just like yesterday. Everyday as I woke up, it still hit me hard that I was never going to see her again. It felt like a missing piece of me was gone but I had to move on. It wasn’t easy because everyday seems to be a struggle but I had to be strong for the twins. Since after the accident, Jasmine has been keeping to herself and it felt like she had fallen into depression. Jada complained about her twin almost everyday that she wasn’t as active as before which made me make up my mind for her to see a therapist, she had appointments twice a week. It really helped because she had begun to go back to her old self. Michael helped in his own way by coming every weekend to come spend some time with the girls . They had really grown accustomed to him, he would even never come empty handed but always show up with presents for the girl. Sometimes he got gifts for me too which I appreciated in turn. I had

Rosemarie’s pov: I returned home with a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. Was I experiencing a dream or a hallucination? How could I have seen James when he was supposed to be at the station? As I stepped into my house, I made sure to lock all the doors and windows, unwilling to take any chances of a potential intruder, especially after encountering James unexpectedly. My heart raced with fear and uncertainty as I dialed Michael’s number, seeking assurance and protection for my twins. Despite his concern, I couldn’t bring myself to divulge the truth about my encounter with James. Instead, I brushed it off as a vague feeling, unwilling to risk alarming Michael with the possibility of my hallucinations or worse, the potential threat posed by James. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside only amplified my anxiety. I couldn’t shake off the image of James from my mind, wondering if he was truly there or if my mind was playing tricks on me. The unc

CHAPTER NINETEENRosemarie’s pov: I had resumed back to work because I couldn’t let time fly while I wasted it missing my sister due to her death. Going back to work did help take my mind off it. I was always at work; the twins stayed at their grandma’s place after school until I picked them up. Most times, they preferred to stay with Michael, but I had to tell them he traveled. He did travel, back home to claim his empire, and I was proud of him for that. The twins missed him, but they had to be patient for him to return. I also knew deep down that I missed him too. Sam would come most weekends to keep us company. Since he found out Michael was the father of my children, our friendship kind of grew apart. He never professed his feelings to me again. I think he knew I was still head over heels for Michael and might not stop loving him anytime soon. I liked the fact that he didn’t let that affect our friendship. As the days passed, my routine became a comforting rhythm, shi