Where Should I Run To?
Brendan had always been a master weaver of lies. “Declan has an ongoing project in Neve, but his
project at Alnwick sets him back from finalizing the deal. I’m going there on his behalf.”
Deirdre nodded. A moment later, she declared, “I don’t want to go.”
She began to shiver. “There are too many traumatic memories associated with that place. I can’t even
think about it without feeling fear. I worry that I might not even be able to sleep once I’m there. It’s that
stressful.”
An expecting mother’s mental health would always be the top priority. The last thing Brendan wanted
was for Deirdre feeling too tense and distressed. The excuse not to go with him practically wrote itself,
and all Deirdre had to do was to use it. “So, I think you should go alone. I’ll be fine here. Don’t worry. If
you’re worried about me, then give me a call every once in a while when you’re free.”
Brendan kissed her hair. “What happens if you accidentally kick the table and get injured?”
She laughed. “Kyran, please. Pregnancy doesn’t lower a woman’s IQ, okay? And it’s only just
beginning. I’m not close to labor or anything now, am I?” she quipped. “Look, I’m going to be extra
careful when you’re not around, but you really shouldn’t worry. I’ve been doing fine even when you’re
working, right? It’s going to take only a few nights. It’s a cakewalk in the park.”
Brendan was finally convinced, but the most stubborn remnants of his anxiety and concern still
managed to prompt him into taking some precautions. He instructed Sam to buy some surveillance
cameras and set them up in the corridors and living room behind Deirdre’s back.
She never came around to find out since he never told her. He worried that the young woman would
become paranoid if he told her she was being captured on camera.
Besides, it was only going to last three days. He would remove the cameras as soon as he was back.
Deirdre did not notice anything amiss. Her mind was too preoccupied with her escape. Next Monday
was her only chance, though she had no inkling of where to go. It had to be a place far from Brendan’s
control-a place where his power and influence could not reach.
She mulled over her options and found no answer.
“Uh, Surstate, duh?” Glenna intoned as she turned the heat down on the stove. “It’s developing quickly
enough, but it’s nowhere near a metropolis like Neve or Eastgene.
It’s a pretty nice place to live, though. It’s a seaside city and perfect for vacations.”
“If someone were to, say, disappear there… Is it easy to locate them in the city?” Glenna thought for a
moment. “Surstate city council is hoping to become a tourist attraction, but a beginning as humble as
that place means they have a lot of work cut out for them. It has way too many people with
complicated, messy housing distributions. If anyone goes missing there, I don’t think it’s going to be
that easy to find them. No offense, but a developed, wealthy urban city is just too different from an
underdeveloped, backwater area.”
Deirdre nodded quietly.
Glenna set a steaming bowl of porridge on the table. “Here you go. Oh, it’s a little hot. Careful.”
Deirdre blew the steam for a while before putting a scoop in her mouth. Excited,
Glenna asked, “So, how is it? I know my culinary skill is not as great as yours, but it’s still pretty edible,
right?”
“Please, you undersell yourself. It’s amazing.” Deirdre drank her fill until she was sated. Then, she rose
and announced, “It’s getting late. I should head back.”
Glenna quickly fetched a coat. “I’ll drive!” “Glenna, you’ve been working late recently, right? You should
take some early rest instead of being my driver again,” Deirdre replied placidly. “I’ll hail a cab and go
straight to the villa.” “Well… I’ll watch you get into the car, then!”
Deirdre did not reject her this time. “Sure.”
As the taxi made its way to its destination, Deirdre closed her eyes and mulled over Glenna’s
suggestion. Surstate sounded like a good place to hide, though traveling there was a little more difficult
since it was a seaside city. She should get Tobey’s opinion.
When the car stopped, and the driver informed her, she opened her eyes, thanked him, and paid him
before striding toward the gate. Then, a hazy silhouette formed in front of her gate, stark enough for her
damaged eyesight to pick up.
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