Saturday, September 9, 2017

Christian and Anastasia FanFiction - Book V - Chapter X


“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
~For One More Day

“Anaaa,” I chide her. “We’ve discussed this. I need to do this alone.”
She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows in a questioning manner.
“Think of it one of my private talks with Grace. This has to be a private talk with Ella. In absentia... Like one of my sessions with Flynn,” I add raising my eyebrows. I don't really know what this graveside visit would accomplish. Yet, I know I have to do it. 
“Yes, but you don’t have unresolved issues with Grace,” she responds.
“It’s not like Ella’s gonna talk back to me when I air out my grievances to her.” She drops her arms to her side, abandoning her defensive stance. 
“I just want to establish some form of closure. When I make another visit to her grave, when I resolve this problem I have with her, we’ll go back together. I promise.” My hands slowly rub her arms to soothe her.
“Christian, I want to be there for you when you need me,” her voice softens with concern.
“And you will be. Come on, I’m going to talk to a grave in a potter’s field. I just need to be alone. This will be the first conversation I’ve had with my biological mother… however one sided. I think it deserves privacy,” I add. With that, her eyes widen. She wants to tell me something. She opens her mouth, then closes it. Then slowly exhales abandoning what she was thinking of saying. Shakes her head and talks to me gently as if she's talking to Teddy.
“Oh, Christian! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to infringe on your privacy. I just want to be your support.”
“Baby,” I lift her chin up to look at me. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have come this far. You’ve already made the difference. I need to walk through the door on my own. This part is on me. Okay?”
“Yes.” She nods. Her arms are crossed.
I get closer to her. “Some paths I need to cross on my own.” I pull her hand and take her to the spacious living room of our suite. She subtly pulls her hand and looks up at me.
“But I promised to be on your side! I just feel like I’m failing in that. That’s all,” reminding me of our wedding vows. She sounds disappointed.
“You are always here,” I fish pump my chest. “I’m not doing this alone. I’m just going by myself.” She worries her bottom lip more than usual as if she’s trying to stop herself from tearing up.
“Ana,” I search her face. “God! You are so fucking irresistible! Wench, if I wasn’t leaving in a few minutes, I’d fuck the hell out of you right now!” Her eyes wide and her jaw drops, her gaze drifts to the direction of a clearing throat. Taylor. So, what?
“Don’t worry about Taylor! He knows I fuck my wife!” I know the shock value my words have on Ana.
“Oh my God! You are incorrigible Mr. Grey! Fine! Go and resolve this,” she shoos me slowly.
“Mrs. Grey, if I didn’t know any better, I’d get my feelings hurt thinking you’re trying to get rid of me now.”
“Mr. Grey! There’s no winning with you! You won’t take me, but you get offended if I’m hastening your return by kicking you out,” she grins playfully this time. Then her head turns to the sound of cooing from the opened door of the adjacent suit connected to ours. Then, it’s her million-megawatt smile lights up her face.
“Ah, the Grey men in my life! They’re both vexing,” she winks at me, “irresistible, lovable and totally mine!”

“If I take my son in my arms, I won’t be able to leave.” Mrs. Taylor brings Teddy into the living room and his little arms are already reaching out to me. I had never thought the love of a tiny person would completely engulf me. He has become my world. This little person whom I thought would take my wife away from me is now single handedly controlling my emotions, how my heart beats and taking over my thoughts and dreams. He’s a major contributor of my effort today. As fucked up as I have been, if I’m capable of loving my son, maybe it is possible for Ella to have loved me. Ana is sure of it. I think I am as well.
 *****      *****
On the drive to the cemetery, Taylor is quiet. I’m answering some business-related e-mails then I come across an e-mail from Grace. It has a large attachment.
We know you will be going to visit Ella today and you have more than our blessing for this visit. We had these pictures collected from Ella’s parents anonymously through a private detective some years ago. Please don’t be angry with us for doing so without your expressed permission. But then again, you were a teenager then and in and out of trouble on daily basis. She had so few relatives, but we now suspect only her mother left alive. If we knew that it would help with you achieving closure, we’d have given these pictures to you sooner.
You were so angry with the world. Troubled all the time, getting into fights, even broke the nose of an assistant principle when he was trying to pull you off of another student. We thought if we could prove you that your biological mom loved you, then you’d stop being angry with the world. With all our efforts, we couldn't make you believe that we loved you. But your psychiatrist at the time told us that it would only harm you more. Cause you undue burden. Confusion. Add that into the already existing rage problems you had. You might  have even taken it the wrong way as if we didn’t want you. Oh, baby, we wanted you! We just wanted to help you out of that boundless rage and fury. Find a way to open your heart so you could feel our love. 

“What the fuck?!?” My epithet immediately makes Taylor look at me through the rear-view mirror.
“Sir? Is everything alright?” My breathing heavy as if I ran a marathon.
“Yes!” My voice is curt. I close my eyes for a minute, trying to process this information. My parents hired a private detective to locate Ella's family just to find out if they had some pictures of us. What could that have achieved? Even the worst parents take pictures of themselves with their children. I'm pretty sure her parents didn't want to do anything with her once she became a whore. Do I even want to know or care how that happened? Let me see what excuse my parents give me in going to that length.

"...I want you to know that there wouldn’t be any boundary neither I nor your father would not cross to show our son we love him! Therefore, we aren’t sorry that we crossed that boundary then. Because we have then decided we don’t need anyone’s permission to be your parents. Not even yours, Christian Grey. You were meant to be our son and I your mother.
I’d have destroyed these pictures, but your father said that there might come a time that you would want to see them. If that time didn’t come, we were going to leave them to you in our will. But we think you are ready to see these pictures now. I hope you forgive us if you perceive this as a transgression of your privacy, but we’ve only done it because we love you.

"Oh fuck it!" I mumble. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, I try to get my heart rate under control. Finally, I shake my head and laugh out loud. Would I not cross any boundary to protect my son if he was being destructive, violent, non-communicative? Sure, as hell I would and not a force in the world would be able stop me. Except maybe for Ana. Grace and Carrick did their best for me as parents with the little given information to understand and accommodate me.
“Sir?” Taylor sounds concerned.
“It’s nothing, Taylor. Just my parents,” I say and he nods.
“Are they okay?” he asks with concern.
“They are more than okay. They are simply fantastic!” He smiles assured, without needing any further explanation. 
My finger hovers over the “Download” icon. I exhale a breath and press it. I watch the small gray bar fill and turn to blue as the download progresses. Then the files open. They’re scanned images of worn out photos.
The first picture fills my screen and steals my breath. Ella, my mom lifted me up above her head, her arms fully extended, her head tilted back, laughing. The toddler Christian in the picture is also looking blissfully delighted in some ‘throw me in the air, mom!’ kind of excitement. I stare at it, because I’ve done the same many times with my son. Held him up like this. But I'm a little older than Teddy in this image. I scroll down. The caption says, “note on the back of the photo”.
This is MY SON!!!” I can almost feel the pride in that four-word caption.
The next photo is Ella as a new mother in the hospital. She has that ‘deer in the headlights’ look. It’s clear that the cause of her fear is her unexpected motherhood: A tiny baby in her arms. She looks so amazingly young. She couldn’t even be 20 years old in that picture.  Suddenly a thought comes to my mind. Was I born because she was whore or did she become a whore because she had me at a tender age? Was she abandoned by her family because she had a baby or because she sold her body for money? Do Grace and Carrick know the answer to these questions?
I don’t check the other two pictures. I decide to call my parents right away. My fingers speedily dial their number from memory. The phone is answered immediately. Grace Grey who is normally very composed, ready to weather any storm sounds shaky, teary in fact and her voice is laced with worry.
“Christian!” she breathes in her motherly tone.
“Mom. I need to know!” This statement without a preamble takes her aback.
“What son? What do you need to know?”
“Do you know if she was a whore before she had me or after?” I can hear my heart drumming away in my ears.
There’s a pregnant silence for a short minute. Either she’s trying to comprehend my question or she’s trying to catch up with my thought process.
“Ella? I thought you called me because you were upset with me sending the pictures.”
“I was. For about fifteen seconds.”
“Sixty-eight,” Taylor mutters under his breath. He was timing me!
“I get it, mom. I need to know if you’ve uncovered… you know… the circumstances.” 
"You know the circumstances of her death dear. It was all in the police report."
"Not that mother!" I, Christian Grey who had almost no limits in sex can't bring myself to ask Grace whether I was conceived as a result of a purchased sex in a back alley someplace. I think she finally catches up with me.
I can feel her shaking her head. “No, baby. By the time we initiated this search, you were a teenager. We only conducted the search to finally give you some sort of closure so you wouldn’t be so angry with the world all the time.”
That's not the answer I'm looking for. I guess I have to spell it out for Grace.
“Did you find out how she conceived me?” Each word forms a boulder with jagged edges. Is it shame? Disgust? Hate? Or empathy and seeking redemption for her?
“Christian, we never cared about the circumstances. It was enough that regardless of how you were conceived, you were our son. So, we never searched for that aspect. I..” she pauses, “your father and I just wanted to prove you that your mom did in fact love you. That’s all. That’s the best thing a mother can do for and give to her child. The question ‘how you came to be’ is moot. I am thankful she did what she did to have you. No matter how selfish you may think of me, I’m glad she did. Her sacrifices brought you to the world and to us.”
Clear Bandit ft. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie ~Rockabye
“So, you never tried to find out if in fact the man who fathered me was her john?”
“Christian, where is this coming from now? It doesn’t matter, who, where or how. All I care is that you are our son! And for the record, I won’t have you talk about your mom that way!” Leave it to Grace Trevelyan-Grey. My mom had never defended or criticized Ella before. Ever. My curiosity piques.
“Why do you care about Ella, mom?”
“Because I’m a mom, too! She was simply a young woman with a child who was dealt a shitty hand in life. Period. And, no. I was never curious. I didn’t care, neither did your father. It was enough that you were our son!” That brings me up short. It never ceases to amaze me the Grace’s limitless love for me, for all her children.
“I love you, mom!” I say in a low voice.
“Yes, you do!” she says with conviction. “For the record, I will always profess my love for you. But if you start doubting after this point on, I might have to consider having it tattooed on your forearm so you always remember it!” she says jokingly.
“Thank you, mom.”
“And son…” she pauses.
“Yes, mom?”
“It’s time for you to forgive her.”
“I know.” Then I gently hang up the phone. I’m ready to see Ella, now.
When I finally have the calm of mind to take a look outside, I’m amazed at the lush, green, and clean beauty of the street. Taylor must have exited to a neighborhood from the freeway. This is not just an ordinary neighborhood; it’s a well to do neighborhood. There’s absolutely no way that there would be a potter’s field nearby. Is Taylor taking me somewhere else?
“Taylor, are you sure you aren’t lost?” I ask to confirm.
“Of course not, sir. We’re almost there.”
“This is not the cemetery neighborhood I have received from Welch, and you know it! I checked the way, and the surrounding areas. This is not it! Just tell me exactly where you are taking me.”
“Look, sir, it’s right ahead of us." He points with his right hand.
“That’s a historic church.”
 “It’s there, sir, behind the church.” Taylor speaks with conviction. I take a deep breath and brace myself for what I may find here.
Taylor parks the SUV after passing through the stone arch, and opens my door. I exit with cautious steps. This is finally it!

“We have to go through the walkway, it isn’t that far, sir.” I shake my head and fall into steps next to Taylor. It’s clear that this is a cemetery but I feel like I walked into history. We walk several minutes in silence. Taylor seem to know exactly where he is going. He finally makes a turn to the left to a small pathway, crossing under some great trees. The walkway opens up to steps walking down to what seems lie a rose garden. A cherubim statue is pouring water into a small fountain. There roses form almost a protective circle with the angle protecting the entrance. A small wooden bench is hidden by the rose bushes.

“She’s right in that circle of roses, sir,” Taylor indicates with his right hand, giving me to passage to enter. I look at him. He stands back stoically. Giving me the privacy I need. I take a step into the circle and try to step on the chipped wood and not the grass covering her grave. The wooden bench is conveniently placed right across from the headstone. I stand between the bench and her gravestone. My hand flies back to my neck as it always does when I’m stressed, confused or simply to overwhelmed to speak.
I speedily turn around and lift an accusatory finger at Taylor.
“Her grave is supposed to be in the Canton Cemetery! This is Assumption Groto! And what’s more, she was buried with four others! Her gravestone was just given a first name!”
“Yes, sir. It was. Mrs. Grey said, and I quote, ‘my husband’s mother should at least have her grave to her own instead sharing it with four strangers she’s never met. I don’t think she had much peace in life, she should at least get it in death.”
I shake my head. “What did you do? Memorize what she said?”
“Yes, sir. I asked her to write it down, just in case you question me,” he extended a well-worn piece of paper which had been folded and opened many times.
I open it. It says exactly that.
“She had the headstone brought over along with her body.” How did she even manage that? Why didn’t she tell me she would do that? I’m not sure if I ought to kiss my wife’s feet for this kind generosity towards Ella, or be furious for allocating this piece of heaven for her without asking me. Yes, I forgave Ella, but I’m not sure if I would do this for her. For Grace? Yes, I’d go any length to make her life easy here, or give her something even better, though I don’t know how I can replicate something better because this is definitely done by a loving mind.
“Why hadn’t she, or you told me about this?” I hate surprises!
“I was sworn to secrecy, sir. You know Mrs. Grey. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. One she hopes you thought was nice,” he says worried.
I take a deep breath. Conflicted with emotions. I walk to the wooden bench and sag down.
“Hi… uh, Ella.” I speak to the woman beneath the headstone. I can hear Taylor’s slowly retreating footsteps to give me some privacy.
“Mom…” The word weighs my soul down with grief. It feels both natural as breathing and wrong. 
“I haven’t called you that in over twenty-four almost twenty-five years. You know why that is, don’t you?” I shake my finger at her grave to the woman who was much younger than I was when she died.
“Of course you may not remember it, or maybe you don’t want to remember. But, all the same. Let me tell you why: Because you left me! By dying! Killing yourself, no less! Left me all alone in the world, with your corpse!” I stand up abruptly. I walk around the grave, not able to walk out aside from the small opening between the rose bushes, cleverly trapped in a circle of roses. I look around for something to punch. The only thing there could be punched is the cherubim pouring endless amounts of water into his pond. Totally oblivious of my grief. Uncaring as if I don't exist. I plop down next to the headstone. It reads:
Christian’s Loving Mommy
Finally, at Peace
“Are you really finally at peace, mom? Did you manage to find it at all? Or are you stuck on earth somewhere trying to atone for being a shitty mom?” Despite the harshness of my words, the softness in the timbre of my voice even surprises me.
“I was angry with you for a long time. For giving up on life! For leaving me! For letting me be abused by him!" I remain silent for minutes or seconds. I don't know. 
"But I can’t be angry about that anymore. He abused you far more than any one human could endure.” I lie down on the soft grass next to her headstone, and plop my head up on my elbow.
“Did you just stop existing or are you really someplace? Are you at peace like your headstone says, ‘you are’? Or is it just wishful thinking? I wish could know that. I loved you and I hated you and you tore my soul up. I remember screaming for you. I wanted my mommy! Then you were gone, and I was gone. Then, once they took me away, even speech had left me for a long time.” I roll over onto my back, my arms supporting my head.
“Ana, - that’s my wife, is convinced that you love me.” Then I correct myself. “Loved me. Did you? Love me, I mean. Or did you loathe the idea of having a child who impeded your lifestyle, or were you at all happy about me?” I almost spit the words out and taste the bitterness of my thoughts. 
“You have a grandson, you know that? His name is Theodore. We call him Teddy. You’d love him!” I sit up immediately and cross my legs in lotus position.
“You know, it is only because of my son, I’m willing to do this talk with you. Not even for Ana. For my son! Because, in that short span of his life, I’ve learned that I am helpless to unconditionally love my child. Did you know that he was unplanned? Everything in my life has an order. Planning, Preparation. Clear pathway to action. He’s the only thing, the only person who came into my life as an accident, and yet…” I pause. “Yet, he’s my miracle accident. He opened up the floodgates of love. All I want to do is to protect him. Love him. Care for him. Just make sure that he is safe. Did you feel that way for me at all? Ana says you did. I believe her. She loves our son so much that she was even willing to give me up to protect him. What is your story mom?”
I stand up, and walk to the small wooden bench. I sit on it silently, having a stare down with her headstone. I can almost feel her looking back at me patiently. I close my eyes and it’s like she’s here with me, rubbing my hair like she did when I was little. I exhale and slowly open my eyes.
“I guess I want to tell you that, I finally learned to forgive you. I forgive you for dying on me. Well, for committing suicide. Or even for leaving me with that fucker! You probably knew he’d come and find you unless you thought someone else would find us. I think the source of my anger was that you didn’t put much thought in your actions that killed you and left me to be found by your pimp!” I take a deep breath and shake my head. I’m berating my dead mother!
“But you must have known that the state would be involved. You probably knew that they would take your child and place him with a foster family. They did and I have been adopted by a wonderful family. Without Grace, that’s my mom… who adopted me, without her, I’d be dead. I suppose you knew that I wouldn’t survive. Even if I did by a miracle, I wouldn't do anything useful or be anything worthwhile had you survived other than menace to society.” I stare up in the bright sky so the boulder blocking my throat doesn’t unleash a flood.
“What I’m trying to tell you is, thank you for giving me life. It has been a good one. Without you giving birth to me, I wouldn’t have Grace and Carrick as parents. I wouldn’t have my often wonderful, sometimes utterly annoying siblings. Most of all, I wouldn’t have my beautiful wife or my son! And for everything else, whatever you have done to me that was wrong, I forgive you … Ella. You can rest in peace, now,” I take a very deep breath as if she’s right before me.
“I love you… mom.” As a wave of peace washes over me, I stand up to leave the grave site. I see Taylor wearing out a path on the stone walkway, pacing back and forth, spewing something into his phone. Why is he looking uncomfortable and trotting like he has ants crawling in his underwear unless there’s an emergency?
“What’s the matter Taylor?”
“You look like you’ve got diarrhea and can’t find a bathroom. What’s going on?”
“Sawyer was supposed to check in with me ten minutes ago, but he didn’t.”
“Call him then.” My words come out annoyed.
“I did, sir. Three times. It rings, but no one answers. I just left him a message. I called Melissa as well. She’s at the hotel with Gail and Teddy. She said that he accompanied Mrs. Grey to the gym. She said that Mrs. Grey scheduled a three-hour workout session with the hotel's trainer.”
“Mrs. Grey hates long workouts. Didn’t she get suspicious of that?”
 Our eyes lock.
“Did you try calling Mrs. Grey?” I almost have a feeling of déjà vu but we’ve never been to Detroit together before. He shakes his head.
“No, sir. I was only calling Sawyer and Melissa.” A million different scenarios of what may have happened crosses my mind. Each one of them raises my blood pressure and pulse every four seconds.
I take my phone out and dial Ana’s number. It rings without an answer. I hang up and dial again. It goes to her voicemail.
“Anastasia Rose Grey! You better have a fucking good reason for not answering your phone, so help me God! I don’t care how long we are married, I will punish you, woman! You’re worrying the hell out of me!” That’s not a good sign. I open the messaging app.
*Where the fuck are you?*
Usually, my epithets get an immediate response from Ana. The single word response I receive shakes me to my core.
Why didn’t Sawyer call or message us? Wasn’t there enough time? Did she pull a muscle? Break a bone? Why did she try to work out so long?
*Which hospital?*
A location map is texted back. “County Hospital? That’s the worst place to go! What the hell is she doing there? Where the fuck is Sawyer?”
Taylor and I both have identical expression on our faces. Wordlessly, we both run to the car. Taylor unlocks the doors and I jump next to him in the front. He doesn’t even wait for either one of us to be buckled before hitting the gas. There's no sound, but the silent screams in my head finally echoed by the screeching tires as we speed away.  

Disturbed ~ The Sound of Silence


Unknown said...

Hi, say that chapter XI is ready, why torture will wait so long to know what happened to Ana, Teddy, Sawyer .... wonderful moment of him with his mother, but his suspense kills us ... Congratulations always ....

Lya said...

NOSSA AI MEU DEUS!! Como eu estava com saudades disso, como eu senti falta da família grey e de sua história <3
Por favor não demore tanto para postar. Sentimos sua falta, foram longos meses de espera, mas valeu a pena em cada frase. Você é ótima, continue assim.
Já quero mais <3

Jeangb said...

Thank you for this touching update. It's great to hear from you again.
So what's happening now! I hope it's not too long before you tell us.

Unknown said...

OMG, my heart is racing! What a place to stop!
Such a touching chapter with a roller coaster of emotions. You are going to reveal the last 2 pictures Grace sent, right???
Thank you for the great read! 😁😢👏

Unknown said...

Wow, what has taken Ana to the hospital. So happy to see this update. I'm glad Chridtian had this talk with Ella. He needed it. I hope it brings some peace to his life. Can't wait for the next update.

Unknown said...

Welcome back. I know life gets busy!!! Hope you post more frequently. Loved it!

Unknown said...

Que delícia! Muito feliz com esse presente! Estou com saudades!!

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much for updating the story. It was an emotional one but lovely. Cannot wait to know what happens next.

Anonymous said...

O.m.g. thank you for this chapter!. Finally Christian has forgiven Ella. What a cliff hanger why is ana at the hospital??. I love this story and I can't wait for updates. This makes me want to start from the beginning!!! Thank you!!!.

Unknown said...

Fantastic as usual Emine. So glad to have you writing for us again. Now we just have to wait to see where this cliffhanger takes us.

Unknown said...

good chapter but cliffie's are bad. is ana trying to access christian's birth records or something? this is a fantastic story.

Pamr said...

Please don't make me wait long to find out what happened! Love your story.

Unknown said...

Good morning, Emine. Welcome back. We're missing you. I hope everything is fine with you and your family. We love you.

Sheila H. said...

Such a lovely chapter with Ella, it brought a lump to my throat. Thank you Emine for another great chapter but a cliff hanger!

Author Mary A. Wasowski said...

Amazing Chapter, but now I'm anxious to find out what happens next!

Author Mary A. Wasowski said...

Amazing Chapter. I'm anxious to find out what happens next.

Unknown said...

Obrigada!! Ansiosa para o próximo, você é demais!!

se said...


Stoly said...

AAAAH ! non faut pas finir comme ça.
Très bon chapitre. trop hâte de lire la suite.

Unknown said...

Adoro sua escrita, espero te ver nos top 10 dos melhores livros...

kathrina pheonix (DUMAS) said...

MY lord you are amazing,touching update Christian conversation with both his mothers where amazing and Ana as always grounds him i love how she makes him face his past kicking and fighting .

Anonymous said...

Será que a Ana está gravida de novo??

Angela said...

Wow Emine, I love this chapter!! Congratulations as always and I can't wait to know what's going on with Ana. Christian's life is always so exciting!!!
Love you dear����

Unknown said...

Welcome back gorgeous! Fantastic chapter! I was so touched of Christian's communication with his mom so the twist of the plot hit me. It was unexpected! But after all these years reading you I don't expect anything less! Now I want more! Please don't be late with the continuity
Thank you for not giving up on this story <3 <3 <3
Katerina from Greece

Unknown said...

My God what an exciting chapter !!
What a joy to read a little more of this wonderful story.
Emine dear, you gave us a beautiful gift on a date where your friends celebrated the joy of being together. And you're responsible for that!
As always you left wanting more !!
You're perfect, do not take too long to write the next chapter, PLEASE!
I love you

Pam said...

Thank you Emine !! 😘 😘 😘
So glad u r back !! Lots of Love ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ !!

Unknown said...

Teremos tradução do capítulo? Louca pra ler!

Karen said...

as always amazing, but now, late at night can I sleep......what happened to Ana and is she really at the hospital....? it seems strange....such a beautifully told story, such an amazing writer....

sa said...

Muito bom! Obrigada Emine por voltar para nos.Mas agora fiquei muito ansiosa pela continuaçâo

Unknown said...

Wow you ar killing me now what happened to Ana

Vera Leite said...

Nossa, que saudades! Ótimo como sempre! Chorei! Finalizei ansiosa por novas notícias! Bjs

Anonymous said...

When's the next time we get an update?
You left us in questions!!
Hope you post the next chapter soon.

Anonymous said...

Hi emine,thank u for the new update,cant wait for the next one.i loved it.what happened to the masque story? Ive been waiting and excited to know what happens next.pls dont wait too long.take care.

L said...

Such a touching update. I loved the resting place and the closure. So very moving :) Evil ending lol Looking forward to your next update

Anonymous said...

hello Emine, this was a great chapter as always. glad you are back. please do not let us wait to long for a next chapter. greets from the Netherlands.

Anonymous said...

hello Emine, this was a great chapter as always. glad you are back. please do not let us wait to long for a next chapter. greets from the Netherlands.

Unknown said...

That was so sweet of Ana to move Ella’s grave to a better place for Christian.