Returning home with the groceries, Chloe unlocked the door and kept everything on the kitchen counter. She went to her room and felt relieved when she noticed the hole in the wall had been taken care of, along with the documents that held every answer on the bed, which must have been left him.
She thought to look for him in the apartment which she had done several times but never exactly found where he lived.
She went to check all the spare bedrooms but found nothing, everything looked untouched. Not even the white clothes that were placed on the couch, bed, and everything, were taken off.
Sometimes, she really felt alone in her apartment, but in these few months, she kept herself so busy that she never found time for the loneliness to mess with her brain wires.
Turning to leave one of the rooms, her phone pinged with a new message. Pulling out her phone, her forehead dissolved in lines as she read the message from Dr. Cillian Jones, it said:
"I hope you're doing fine Miss Sinclair as you have missed two sessions. Just a reminder, visit whenever you feel like it."
Not wanting to waste her time thinking about a reply, she typed a simple generic message, which said:
"Definitely, Dr Jones. Thanks for checking up on me."
Tucking her phone in her pocket, she closed the door and went into her room to do some reading. Because she knew, whatever Ace said- he wanted her to read those damn documents and know James' point of view as well, not just Neil's as it depended on him to visit and she had no idea where she would ever be able to find him.
The thought put a strange knot in her stomach, and she felt even more confusion when Neil's face continuously came to her mind.
Ace's words replayed in her head on a constant loop along with Neil's three powerful words.
"Decide for yourself." His deep and rough voice combated Ace's words with fury.
She found it strange for someone like him to say "Decide for yourself". Someone who hid the truth from her and decided for her by himself. He seemed to be more than he gave.
Keeping every thought aside, she sat on her bed keeping the pile of documents beside herself, and started to pull out the papers one by one.
Firstly, the attached documents were copies of some old books that she pulled out.
They were on early Werewolf Legends; another one was on the infamous Werewolves of the sixteenth century.
After reading it, she raised her eyebrows in utter confusion and annoyance. "What the fuck is all of this?!" Muttered Chloe, turning the page.
Blowing out a sigh, she read further:
"Are Werewolves Real?"
The werewolf phenomenon may have a medical explanation. Take Peter the Wild Boy, for instance. In 1725, he was found wandering naked on all fours through a German forest. Many thought he was a werewolf or at least raised by wolves.
Peter ate with his hands and couldn't speak. He was eventually adopted by the courts of King Sylvester I and King Sylvester II and lived out his days as their "pet" in England.
Research has shown Peter likely had Pitt-Hopkins syndrome, a condition discovered in 1978 that causes a lack of speech, seizures, distinct facial features, difficulty breathing, and intellectual challenges.
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There were cutting of medical reports attached to the paper and when she reached, at last, her eyes widened when she read the name of the person who researched Werewolves.
And, that person was Isabella Sinclair, her mother.
After reading it, several questions arose in Chloe's mind, as if:
Why was her mother so interested in the mythological creature as she was from the archaeology department and the wife of a scientist?
But, again when she thought about a certain someone with golden eyes, she huffed out a sigh and read further.
"This better be good." Grunted Chloe pulled out another stack of papers from the pile, but in the process, an old diary caught her eye. It looked like a personal diary, looked like her mother's previous diary-like it was the exact replica of that one.
"Hold on … this isn't a replica," muttered Chloe, inspecting it. "It's the same." She said, rolling her eyes, thinking he must have taken it from her cupboard and placed it in this stack.
She decided to read the diary first. Leaning back against the headrest, she folded her legs while putting her feet on the bed in a relaxed comfy posture.
Opening the first page, there was a quote, stating:
"They say all dreams come true, they forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams too."
The end was signed under the name:
Isabella Jonathan.
Indicating that she wrote it before her marriage.
Turning over the page, she started reading:
I'm Isabella Rose Jonathan, a twenty-year-old student, who lives an average life in London, enjoying everything kept at bay. And, I'm writing for the first time because Jack has asked me to as he bought two similar diaries on Valentine's Day.
How romantic?!
Well, I'm from Crestview City, Florida, but it was London I always yearned for. Here, I met the love of my life, Jack Sinclair. I didn't want or need something to spice up my life, but with Jack, it kind of always clicked. We both are students at the University College of London.
And, well the sad truth is my love story has always been compared to a titanic tragedy- you know what I'm saying, right?
Jack and Rose.
Huh! Pretty dramatic my life is, but hey I'm a tough girl.
Everything that was exaggerated bothered me, although I prefer to have few friends and keep quiet surroundings as she never wanted unwanted attention all the time.
Ever since Jack and I met in high school in Florida, I had been interested in history, into historical stories and Jack was a science enthusiast. Living in London was my dream, a city with an unbelievable past to explore and old architecture to discover as I had always been into the depths of good old London.
Now, years later, Jack was an astrophysicist student, and I only got into archaeology.
That was the worst day of my life, LITERALLY.
Fortunately, my mother, Andrea, got me interested in it. Mum had always liked antiques, she collected special pieces, and inherited even some, too.
Growing up, watching my mother, I developed a liking for archaeology myself. One of the things my mother had inherited from her mother-in-law was the broken mirror in her room. That's why Mum couldn't let it go but it had a crack in the right corner, and two-inch pieces were missing even.
And, whenever I asked her about this freaking mirror, her answer had always been the same- "It's from 1925."
She really hated it when someone said anything about that mirror and I just loved provoking her to see, how she always repeats the same lines, like;
"What kind of archaeology student are you, Isabella?"
"How can you talk so indifferent about such a special mirror?"
And my favorite- "It was from our ancestors, I told you already."
But, Mum is too sweet and sometimes I don't enjoy pulling her leg and as always we finish this argument by saying:
"It's beautiful, Mum." And this answer always lit up her face and she always repeated, " It's beauty's because my beautiful daughter looks into it."
Anyways, our drama is never-ending, but hey, guess what? Today, I visited the National History Museum with Jack as there was a new exhibition about a family in the 1920s.
Well, I was late again and Jack was pissed, saying:
"Bella, if you plan to make me wait this long next time, tell me and I'll go to my lab."
Jack looked handsome today with his baby blues, especially when he smiled, showing off his dimples.
But, I couldn't piss my man off and gave a nice peck on his cheek, explaining to him about the situation. "Sorry, Jack. My mum and I argued about the old mirror again."
And, there he became normal again, chuckling. "Let that woman be."
"But the crack is getting a little larger whenever I look at it, I feel."
Pulling me by my waist, "Look at me like that babe and I'm sure something will definitely become larger."
Jack has always been the one who says dirty things at the wrong time and I become a red tomato by the end of every line this man utters.
"Shut up!" And this has always been my go-to go answer.
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Chloe closed the diary then and there, not interested in knowing her parent's love life.
Why am I reading this again? Though Chloe.
Oh, yes, because she had to KNOW the gist of the tragedy that happened with her family. Well, not only hers. Three families were involved in this drama and Chloe had less time up her sleeves, so she needed to pull her socks a bit and get to comprehend the truth as early as possible.