Chapter 4 - Arthur Demands Answers From His Missing Wife Now
Arthur knelt down on one knee to match little Lena’s height, keeping his tear-filled eyes locked gently on her face.
“Sweetheart, can you give Mommy and Daddy a few minutes to talk alone on that bench over there?” Arthur asked softly.
Lena looked up at her mother for permission, her young mind struggling to process the sudden appearance of a father.
Clara nodded slowly through her tears, stepping over to the wooden park bench and sinking down onto the slatted wood.
Arthur walked over and sat beside her, the autumn breeze rustling the golden leaves above their heads like whispering witnesses.
“Ten years, Clara. Ten long years of visiting an empty headstone in the cemetery while you were alive,” Arthur said bitterly.
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“I had to do it to keep our daughter breathing, Arthur! You don't know what kind of monsters were hunting you!” Clara sobbed.
“Then tell me right now, before I lose my mind,” Arthur pleaded, his voice cracking with desperate, unrequited love.
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