Stolen Sun (The Juliana Lucio Series) by L.C. DeCarlo Read Free Book Online Page B

I were going to take off running again.
    “ The sunrise will be coming soon, ” She said a little apprehensively, as if not sure whether I would be welcoming this information or not.
    “You have to help me fix this Ana, I don’t know how to fix it, and I need to fix this.” I fell to my knees, my head in my hands; it wasn’t lost on me that I was mimicking my husband’s earlier pose.
    She stood over me looking down with sorrow and pity, “I’ll help you. We’ll fix this together somehow.” 

C hapter S ix
     
     

 
    T he police didn’t know exactly what had happened to me, there wasn’t a weapon or DNA of my perpetrator at the scene, the security cameras didn’t work that night, and they suspected that whoever did it either worked at the hospital or took my badge to open the gate.
    I found all this out by continuing to visit my family in the evenings after feeding . I didn’t have anything else to do, and it made me feel less anxious watching over them. I overheard as Antonio was told I had been beaten, possibly killed, and abducted from the employee parking garage. The police, of course, had still not found my body, but there was a lot of my blood at the scene, my broken cell phone, and my missing car; they were on the verge of declaring me dead anyways. Antonio still refused to believe it, even from the police.
    Ana never let me see her, but I knew she was nearby, watching over me; just as I did with my family. I sometimes sensed two signatures and wondered why William felt the need to follow me as well.
    I was sitting in the tree house in my backyard when I began talking out loud to Ana. I didn’t know her exact location, but I could tell she was near, and I was betting she could hear me.
    “Ana, we need to give them a body; we need to give them something to make it look like they have finally found me. Antonio needs closure. I am going to reveal myself to my family or put an end to this one way or another.”
    No response.
    I thought the threat of revealing myself would be enough to make her come out of hiding. Where was she anyway?
    “Ana, you said you would help me. At least come out to talk to me.”
    I saw my son leaving the house, again. He had been going out later than usual for the past three nights now. I would have followed him, but it seemed that Talia was always over as he left. I wanted to know if her interest in my family was innocent or if she were trying to move in on my husband before he’d even buried me. Besides, Christian was 16 now, he had a life with his friends . I was glad he was going out again, and he was always home before I left.
    Talia was in the living room talking to Antonio, “Have they told you anything new?”
    “Nothing, the detective at the station isn’t answering my calls . I hope that means he’s out trying to find Jules, but I have a feeling he’s just blowing me off.”
    Antonio blew out a sigh of frustration and let his head fall back onto the couch. He looked as if he had at least showered and combed his hair today, but he was still sporting scruff along his face and looked just as wearied as he had the previous nights. Talia began to rub his shoulders in a comforting way but let her hands linger just a little longer than she would have normally. It’s just my imagination. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
    “I’m sure they’ll call as soon as they know something, they wouldn’t not tell you, if they knew anything.” She quickly changed the subject, “Antonio, how are you and the boys holding up? Are you sure I can’t do anything to help? Why don’t you come over to my place tomorrow, and I’ll cook all of you dinner. I’m sure you could all use a little distraction right now.”
    She was smiling sweetly, and I should be grateful for her trying to cheer them up . I wanted them to start to move forward, but I felt as if she was trying to steal them from me. It was contradictory of me, I know, but I didn’t want my husband to be