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stuck in her mind and she's not yet ready to choose. She feels how he's pushing her toward the bed.
    ”I can finish school, keep my friends...” She feels a hard push and sees the mirror image of a young woman being thrown unto the bed while a tall, muscular man stands above her. When she lands on the bed, it's as if the sound of an exploding glass bubble fills her head and sends her out of her body. She feels the pain of him holding her wrists, and hears the sound of a drawer being opened.
    "No! No! Not like this."
    But he doesn't stop. ”Not like this, not like this.” She turns away from the mirror and feels the tears running down her face. She feels the rope around her wrists.
    "Oh, this is even better that I thought it would be."
    She can feel his hoarse whisper like a warm breath against her ear. His determined hands grab her dress and she struggles against the pain.
     
     
    Her breathing gets faster as she struggles against her own thoughts, but finally she lets go and slams her hand into the wheel.
    "Even in death, you won't let go. You can make something as simple as a piece of paper seem possessive and demanding."
    She clenches her teeth, feeling pain from her lip. She can taste the iron from the blood, but she cannot hold back the anger.
    "You have abused me, over and over. My body, my mind....everything that I am."
    She struggles for breath, fighting the tears that are so close to the surface.
    "I don't have time for tears now. I should be celebrating your death. You're gone now - out of my life."
    She struggles with her breath and her tears as she throws back her head.
    "And still you won't let me go, you still trap me in this life!"
    Her breathing is now reduced to small gasps.
    "What else have you planned to destroy my life with? Will you just go on, and on, and on, and..."
    Her voice is blurred and her breathing stops. The tears are streaming down her face, and she's no longer trying to stop them. The sound of the engine starting is full of expectations, and she slowly drives down the drive way out onto the empty road, pressing her right foot down hard. She rubs her eyes, not caring about her make up. She's still crying. Her voice is only a whisper.
    "The truth is that I'm scared."
     
     
    "Did you get hold of Marc Jones?"
    Petra's tone of voice is higher than she expected and she looks nervously at Nathan. It's obvious that he doesn't recognize the name.
    "The investigator."
    He smiles and nods.
    "Yes, yes, he's on the case."
    "Do you need me to follow up on it tomorrow?"
    He shakes his head ad gets behind the desk.
    "No, I'll do that myself. Drive safely."
    She looks at him for a long time, but he's busy leafing through the case file she has just given him. She nods and leaves him even though she has noticed that the fire is dying out. She looks at her watch. ”He'll have to fix that himself, I have other things to do.”
    "Shall I lock up when I leave?"
    "Hmm,"
    Petra stops at the door, impatiently waiting for his answer. She looks at her watch again, and when she looks up, he meets her eyes.
    "Yes, thank you. That would be nice."
    She nods and quickly leaves the office.
    "Petra?"
    She takes a deep breath.
    "Yes."
    She's back at the door.
    "Please close the door behind you."
    She nods and closes the door behind her. He can hear her steps on the hard wooden floors of the office and then it's quiet. He hears the beeping of the alarm being activated.
     
     
    He and Denize had been shopping, but chance wasn't planning to let go of them. When they came back to the car, the girls were standing on the sidewalk in front of them. Their mother greeted them politely, helping the girls into the car next to theirs and strapping them in. Denize had looked at Nathan, and he still remembers the feeling of them sharing a thought. For the first time, they had followed them. They sat silently in the car, watching the girls. He still remembers the double swing that had been painted in bright red and yellow colors. The