NovelBar"Don't worry, Munchkin will be okay," Theo slowly said.
| knew he was trying to comfort me, but the firmness in his tone could not giveany reassurance at all.
After all, I did not even know where Munchkin was right now.
| chose to trust him when it cto love, but common sense toldthat | could only treat his words of comfort
as a lie.
"Theo, I'd like to visit Cecilia tomorrow." | suddenly did not know what to do. It was useless to keep waiting like
that, so | figured | should just visit Cecilia. Maybe | would feel a little better that way.
Sure. I'll go there with you tomorrow. It's late now. Get srest first." He stroked my abdomen as though
remindingthat even though | could stand it, the baby in my belly needed rest.
| nodded in silence and lay on the bed.
Usually, I would habitually turn my back toward him and press my back against his chest to feel his warmth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, today, | could not help but feel that such a posture would makerealize how empty my arms were.
In order to get more rest, | rolled over and embraced Theo.
He was clearly stunned, then gently patted my back and coaxedto sleep like he was coaxing a child.
On this night, my mind did not get enough rest as | kept having scattered dreams.
Sometimes, | would dream of the good times Munchkin and | had together. Sometimes, | dreamt that Munchkin
had returned to my side. | would see him when he was still healthy. He even opened his arms and ran toward
me.
Maybe it was because there was something on both of our minds, Theo and | could not stay asleep. Hence, we
got up very early and went to the cemetery after having breakfast.
On the way there, | watched as the sun gradually rose from the edges of the city. However, | could not see hope.
| was not confident about the things | said to Alex last night. There were many things that were easier said than
done.
When we arrived at the cemetery, | put the fresh flowers | bought on Cecilia's
tombstone.
| shed silent tears when | recalled what had happened previously. Cecilia had done many things forand
askedfor this one favor when she passed away, but I did not do it well. Theo embraced my shoulders. "This
isn't your fault. Munchkin will be okay."
| nodded hard and took a deep breath." We'll definitely find Munchkin."
Those words seemed to be directed to Cecilia, but | was saying it more for myself.
On our way back, not only did I not feel calmer, but | grew even more anxious.
Alex had not contactedsince last night.
| could not help but think about what I should do if | placed a wrong bet and Alex actually did not care about
Munchkin's life. As | looked out the window in a daze, | suddenly felt the car swaying. | cback to my senses
and looked ahead, only to see two Chevrolet Suburban driving head-on from the opposite lane.
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The road to the cemetery consisted of only two lanes. We had no way out.
Obviously, someone was targeting us.
"Sit tight," Theo said to me.
| clenched the handle, and a split second later, Theo steered the steering wheel directly and turned the car
around.
We did not know who the comer was, but I could tell that the cars were special models used by international
police. Under such circumstances, our family car would have no chance of winning against them if we collided.
Shortly after that, another car whizzed past our side and drove in front of us. Another car cup and tailgated
us. Like a sandwich, Theo and | were sandwiched between two SUVS.
Just as Theo wanted to take the opportunity to move to the next lane, the third SUV cforward in tto
block the gap.
Now, we were surrounded. The speed of our car was controlled by the cars in front and behind us.
Just then, the window of the car next to us rolled down slowly. A man in a silver suit poked his head out. "Mr. and «
Mrs. Grant, let's talk."
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