She didn ’ t even attend their wedding and had sent her a bouquet with a card that read “ Baby , I ain ’ our dada ’ s wife but you still mine . Whenever you decide to come home , which me , knows you will .” The sheer audacity of the wretched woman ! The tulips were her favorite though .
But you still thinking of me , baby . The same voice spoke again teasing Annita and she forced her focus on the open screen staring bright at her . Some of the pictures the mommies had posted were hilarious . Especially the one where a fluffy looking baby was le at the care of his dad . Dad had fallen asleep and baby had spilled all the corn flour on the floor and was practicing his alphabets on the scattered mess . The caption read “ My messy learner .” It was followed by the hash tag of Naughty Scholar .
In a few weeks time , Annita would have pictures of her own . Steph was unlikely to fall asleep while babysitting though . Annita wondered if he ever slept . He would be up waiting on her with some nasty looking juice or other in the mornings with herbs she couldn ’ t even pronounce correctly and fruits she had never tasted before . Her eyes would shut on their own : weary of waiting for him to catch sleep . A game of sorts they played every night which she never won .
Had he always been like that ? Or was it Dmitry Glassgow ’ s betrayal that turned him into a restless , anxious soul ? Dmitry was Steph ’ s first wife . She had gone insane a er the sudden , tragic demise of her firstborn Percipice and had tried to kill him during one of her “ episodes .”
Or so , he says . She loathed that voice inside her yet could never turn it off . The one that constantly reminded her of the strong grip Cornelia Stillhouse had on her and made her question everything . All the things she did following her mother ’ s demise and her dada ’ s easy-breezy moving on . Like a true blue rebel .
The date on the screen broke her train of thoughts . 6 / 9 / 2021 . She didn ’ t even realize she had scrolled through 1 year worth of posts . The post her cursor was on had a deleted video attached to it . Comments had been disabled too . The username caught her attention . Dmitry Stillhouse . HELP was written some ten times . And nothing else .
Was it some cruel , twisted sort of joke ?
Her phone beeped some three times . The name flashing on the screen making her ponder if she had major conjuring skills . What could her deceased father ’ s mistress