Chapter 102
“Tatum, where is this?”
Leila asks when Tatum takes off her blindfold and her vision is welcomed by a dimly lit cave with candle lamps hanging from the walls, a small red clothed table with two glasses and a bottle of wine on top of it, as well as an array of covered dishes.
Red rose petals cover every expanse of the floor, including where she is standing and she turns to look at Tatum, confusion and curiosity clear in her eyes.
She guessed right, this is a date but why a cave of all places?
“What do you think of our crime scene detective?” Tatum asks with a small smile, watching her reaction as she takes in the scenery.
“Well it’s quite aesthetic I should say, our culprit put in a lot of thought. Favourite flowers, nice ambience, favourite wine, I’m sure I can smell the sweet savoury dishes covered as well, perfect to lure our victim to-” she pauses, “what happened to the victim?”
“That’s why I brought you here detective, to figure out what happened but I’ll tell you the story as I know it,” Tatum replies, pulling back one of the two seats for Leila.
“Twelve years ago, a young lady was kidnapped and brought here but her kidnapper was not an enemy, in fact, he was her best friend, she trusted him.”
“No way…..” Leila gasps and she stands up swiftly, her heart lunging from her chest, her mouth wide open.“This is that cave?”
She knows the story Tatum is about to tell her, the day she suggested they fake her kidnap so her mom would not give her a good beating for giving all of her friends the muffins her mom baked for her dad.
It was a really stupid and childish idea then but it worked. With her mom being worried over her whereabouts, taking a switch at her over the muffins never happened. Her mom was the disciplinarian of their household. Her dad, despite being the head warrior, was an absolute softie when it came to her.
Tatum brought her to the outskirts, to this cave, that day she-
“Do you remember what I told you that day?” Tatum’s soft voice echoes through the cave but it hits Lella hard with a memory she had long forgotten.
She ignores Tatum’s question, walking further into the cave and as she does, the motion sensors on the lamps hanging from the wall continue to illuminate her path as she treads over the red roses till she comes to a halt.
She grips her chest, her heart squeezing with strong and mixed emotions of bitter joy and a single tear drop runs down her eye as she crouches over a small boulder attached to the base of the cave wall.
“It’s still here…..” she mutters, glancing up at Tatum who stands behind her with his own heart threatening to tear out of his chest.
He watches as Leila runs her hand over the inscription on the rock. Leila’s name written above with his name written below, a single stroke dividing it and it is enclosed by the shape of a heart.
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