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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2020

ISBN 978-1-71660-466-9

“We have no need for the past, we only need the present and the future”

-Ciel Phantomhive

Table of contents

Table of contents

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter one

It's funny how one small thing can create a drastic event or change, a butterfly effect as they call it. Just a few short months ago,Ann was dominating the walls of a courtroom and many persons looked up to her. She was strong, intimidating and fearless but her heart had hardened since then and within a few months she had finally found the truth about who she was, who her mother was and the man that she had called father was no more than a wicked man who chopped down anyone who stood in his way.

She lost her brother before she even got to fully know him but the weeks they spent together enacting revenge on Carlos was simply the most nerve racking and as by far the best time she had in her life, but just like everything Carlos took from her; he took her only brother as well and somehow it broke her.

She wished it had been her, watching her little brother take his last breath made her wonder if it was all worth it but as Confucius said " before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves" So maybe she could say his death was not in vain as Carlos was no longer on this earth. She had to lose before she could gain, however what she gained was still a mystery to her then as it was now.

Nathaniel

Nathaniel grew up like your typical child would, around a loving family and in a safe and protected home. The Davis's moved to Moscow when Nathaniel was 6 and it has been his home ever since. He was timid and extremely shy, he had one the most angelic looking faces you could ever see with his dark chestnut hair, sweet and luminous

brown eyes and his small pink lips that laid gracefully upon his round head.

He was tall for his age, quite taller than most boys in his class. He didn't have much friends so he often kept to himself. His parents were always transparent with him they had let him know he was adopted but they did love him as if he was their own. They never spoke much about his birth mother, in fact he didn't know anything about her other from the fact that she was young when she had him. He never yearned or longed to meet her, he was never really sure if he needed to or how he would react if he'd did; he was content with his life and preferred for it to say that way. One thing everyone always said was that he was wise beyond his years it was as if he was an old man stuck in an eleven years old boy body.

Ann

When Ann arrived in Moscow it was late October and this was her chance to start over and start fresh. With the limited information Eric had left her about Nathaniel, she had decided it would be best to get a house and set roots in a small town that was just south of Moscow called Domodedovo. Out of all the places the Davis could have chose to live, they chose Russia; not that there was nothing wrong with the country but Ann didn't know a word or phrase in Russian. She knew it was going to be a challenge and probably twice as difficult to find Nathaniel; but thankfully Eric had set her on the right path so it was up to her to follow through. Yes it would have been a million times easier if Eric was here, Ann would normally think to herself, he would have known were to go, what they had to do and how to get there all while being an ass. She missed him more each day and her heart pained. She just hoped that this would finally be her happy ending, she needed it.

"Доброе утро" Ann said brightly to the old man who held the door open for her, she stepped inside the quaint coffeehouse and took a seat at the little wooden table that just at the back of the room and was close to the window.

This had been Ann's regular stop since she got settled in Domodedovo, it didn't have the best coffee but it was good enough to down on a cold day such as this. Ann looked completely different, she had kept her hair in a short, boyish pixie cut and had dyed it over in a light chestnut brown color that complimented her hazel eyes. She wore less makeup, with the exception of a little gloss now and then to keep her lips moist enough so they wouldn't crack from the cold.

The waitress stopped Ann from the counter and waved; smiling broadly as she brought Ann her regular cup of black coffee, with two sugars and a splash of milk. It seemed she had never gotten a day off as every-time Ann was here, she was here as well and she always served her, plus Ann did tend to tip her very generously.

Everyday Ann would sit at this table and she would watch as Nathaniel and Catherine walked graciously through the doors, they always seemed to come at the same time every morning around 7, Nathaniel was a gentleman and Ann could sense he was very protective of Catherine. He kept close to her, he held the door open for her even offering to carry her bag if it was too heavy.

And every morning they came into the coffeehouse, Nathaniel would glance over to her table and smile shyly at her, like he always knew Ann was there watching him. It was just a pity that he didn't know he was a few feet away from his real mother.

Chapter two

Nathaniel

Every morning for the past month when he and Catherine would go to the coffeehouse he always saw this lady staring at him from the back of the room., he could tell she wasn't from here from they way she stayed distant from everyone; the people around here usually friendly with each other. It did make him uneasy for the first two weeks but after time it was like nothing.

He was curious as to why she always sat by herself and why she was always looking in his direction as if she was waiting to see him and Catherine walk in. She seemed rather happy when she saw him and it peeked his interest, he wanted to go talk to her and that was unlike him. He knew if he asked Catherine she would say no to his idea, she did have a no tolerance rule when it came to talking to strangers ever since a girl from his school had gone missing just shy of a year ago.

He smiled at the woman as he and Catherine collected their daily pastries and hot drinks, she smile back and though she wasn't close, he could feel the warmth in her smile. He lifted his hand to wave but instead thought carefully about that decision and he let his hand drop at his side as he opened

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.09.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5886-0

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