POWER AND PASSION

R MAC

t woman was a total enigma and, when I analyzed her in person, the impression she made on me was even greater.

uor and leaned back in my large armchair, when suddenly the door

Amelie tapped on my desk and her blue eyes

a professional degree, and, as far as I can see, the only title you'll get will be that of a single mother." I looked her up and down, irritated. At just 22 year

freeze my accounts. I have needs, expens

oes that not have the money to do it? Oh, right, I

es. Besides, little brother, she must be wallowing in her sadness

of another woman, one who had just lost her son and ha

d you do

p with Mason so that she would leave hi

eep red as I glare

ppiness at the expense of

lem. Why do you d

ly the one I'm worried about, Amelie. The one who worries me is you! I don't want to lose you, and even less in the hands of that

her whitish knuckles lookin

him, she is the one who makes him beat her and treat h

e the reality of things. You're in love with a man who is too bad. Sister, pl

, but I was definitely in love. He abruptly slipped

to leave me alone. I'm an adult, and if you don't p

to or not, I order you to stay away from Mason. I'm your older

me furiously an

r!" Amelie left my office, banging on the door hard as she

ives forever. The only person who could help me was Megan Owen. If she denounced

ouse. She had to listen to me; It was in his hands to prevent

this address, please,

r, as I

e was somewhat peculiar and well above the standards of an average family liv

ossed the threshold, ringing the bell at the h

rang the bell again and, again, I got no response. A dark premonition came over me, filling me with nerves. I

, looking

wyer Mackenzie. Megan! "I

now how they lived, I began to walk every corner of the house. Every space was cold

re was evidence of obvious abandonm

est room, and I saw nothing out of the ordinary. At the end of the hall, there was a room with the door ajar. As I got closer, my heart pounded, as if I

eep, or maybe dead? Next to him was his cell phone and a bottle of pills,

le stains of the blows the savage had given her. I wanted to faint; I would have liked to grab him

my arms and found the front door.

o, help m

k door and helped me place it on the seat. He q

clinic, to the private

e, s

s and confused thoughts. Megan was 25 years old, and I was 41. I swallowed regretfully for finding a woman her age

er to come to her, but she wouldn

hold on," I repeated, c

flected too much sadness, and I was touched to

d at the clinic. Rigoberto hel

that she was intoxicated or tri

from afar. "Please wait for

. Hours passed as she stood there, though she could have perfectly called Mason, she had no way of explaining

hone. Amelie had a stone heart. The worst part was that she wa