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Chapter Forty-Two
CAMILA
I had learned one more thing about sex: if you have too much of it, your legs hurt the next day. In fact, my whole body hurt. When I woke up, I felt like I had been hit by a truck.
But still, I didn't hesitate when a good morning kiss lit a fire between us and, before I knew it, Michael was already inside me again, thrusting hard and rough.
In the space of a few days, I had visibly gone from a virgin to a sex addict.
Actually, I think my drug was called Michael Turner.
We went down to the first floor of the house at almost eleven o'clock, which forced us to change our plans regarding the tours scheduled for the morning. Michael had known the place since he was a child, buthe wanted Alice and I to see as much of it as possible during our stay.
Well, he wasn't in such a hurry now, since we would be returning there very soon. It would be the location of our wedding, after all.
Wedding...
Me, Michael Turner’s wife.
The idea, while surreal, was absolutely wonderful.
Just as wonderful was the fact that I would not only gain a husband, but also a beautiful child that I already loved as if she were my own.
At three in the afternoon, as planned, the three of us headed – unfortunately accompanied by Alanis – to the headquarters of the catering company that would take care of our wedding. Alice also participated in the tasting. Michael and I had fun feeding her little bites of food, and the expressions she made helped us decide what would be approved or removed from the menu.
Alanis stayed far away from us, but at a strategic point where she could continue to keep an eye on us. The tasting took place in a huge room and the nanny remained at a distance, in a hallway, walking back and forth and sometimes disappearing from our line of sight, although she would soon reappear. I noticed that she kept fiddling with her cell phone, as if she were in direct contact with someone.
And that, for whatever reason, made me suspicious.
After some time she entered the room, saying, “Alice is eating too much, she'll end up feeling sick at this rate.”
Michael replied with a hint of impatience in his voice, “Do you think we're stuffing a baby with food?”
“Maybe not yet, but from what I can see, there are still a lot of dishes to go through for you, and you haven't even gotten to the sweets and cakes yet. In the Harris household, she is raised on a sugar-free diet. This sudden change could end up being bad for her.”
I thought about interjecting myself into the situation and saying that one day of eating some not-so-healthy things wouldn't do Alice any great harm, but when I looked at Michael, I could tell he was weighing those words, and I decided to do the same. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to suddenly change a child's diet.
Alanis reached out to grab Alice, who was sitting on my lap, and suggested, “There's a playground over there in the yard. I'll stay there playing with her until you're done here.”
Michael and I looked at each other, practically having a conversation in total silence, just with our eyes, until we reached a common agreement and both nodded in confirmation to each other. And so, I handed Alice to Alanis.
We did the smart, rational thing to do, for the child’s own good. But something in my chest screamed that I should have kept Alice in my arms. As I watched the nanny walk away with her, I tried to convince myself that there was no risk. They would be right there, two walls away, and Alanis was a professional hired to care for her and had been doing so since Alice was born. Nothing could go wrong.
At least that's what I wanted to believe.
I tried to relax again while tasting the other dishes, until, about twenty minutes later, we heard a female scream, followed by the sound of a car speeding away.
Michael and I got up and ran outside to the playground. There was no one there. We looked over at the gate and saw Alanis lying on the sidewalk. She was the one screaming.
We ran over and found her alone. Alice's diaper bag was lying next to her, but there was no sign of the baby.
“Where’s Alice?” Michael shouted, looking around the street in disbelief, probably looking for tracks of the car we had heard.
“A man took her!” Alanis replied, trembling. I helped her up, my heart racing in my chest, trying to understand what had happened and where my little girlwas. “He held me at gunpoint, took Alice from me and took her in the car.”
“What car was it?” Michael asked, taking the keys to his own vehicle out of his pocket. “Which way did he go?”
“I don't know anything about cars. It was an old one, one of those popular models, gray. It had a Kansas license plate. It went that way!” she pointed in one direction.
