Chapter 4 4

"Kourtney, please don't lock the door. But I will knock if I will come in," Mama said and I

wrapped myself in the blanket, pulled out the telephone lines and turned off my phone. I don't

want to hear a call and they keep bothering me, why don't they let me grieve the loss of my

husband.

I feel like they are happy that Draven is gone, they can do what they want and I can't do anything

since I don't know anything about the situation now, and if I do know something I'm very scared.

If I invade the area where my husband is fighting, I have to ensure the safety of my mother and

my child, it's not like before and I know that a lot will change now.

I look at the picture frame, where Draven and I are happy and Pietho and I are in the middle, I

know that my son is sad now, especially since his father is gone, I don't know how to explain to

my son everything that happened , without crying and hurting.

I don't want to show him that I'm hurting too much, because I don't want Pietho to think that I'm

weak, I know that he'll get strength from me, he'll lean on me and we'll be together now.

I took a deep breath, took the frame and hugged it. I just missed those times, that when I was sad

and weak there was Draven to hug me, there was Draven to support me and help me go through

all my problems.

I am all alone now, I can't find the right decision now, all I want is peace of mind and to clear all

of this pain, which is impossible. I know that everything will not be easy for me, I will only help

myself, nothing else.

"Kourtney," Mama said with a soft tune, she gently opened the door and walked to my direction,

holding a glass of water and some food. Mama sat beside me and caressed my head.

"Draven's attorney is here, he is waiting downstairs." Mama opened the windows and I nodded,

leaned on the head board and fell into the water. I thanked my mother and stood up, took my

robe and went with Mama.

I comb my hair, using my hand and walk, I saw it while I was going down the stairs, he smiled at

me and the many folders on the center table. "Can we talk in the study room?" I insisted and he

politely stood up.

We walked into the study room together, I closed the door and went straight to the glass and

wine, changed two glasses and handed one to the attorney. I sat in front of it and he started to

explain, open the folders.

"Good morning Mrs. Sanjorjo, I am sorry for your loss." I nodded and took a sip from the glass

of wine. "I am the attorney for your husband's case, and I have some questions since you said at

the police station that you want to investigate further." I nodded and waited for him to speak

again.

"Do you have something to push some buttons?" My eyebrows raised, I hesitated whether to

speak or what. "What does the police say about the investigation?" I asked back and he leaned

on.

"Based on their report, it's a pure accident. The brake of the car is broken and they said that it

may be damaged since it fell into the ravine, someone said that there was a truck and it was

there, Mr. Sanjorjo's car did not have a dash cam," he explained and handed me the files.

I raised my eyebrows even more and looked at it, I feel something is not right here. Why is the

case closed immediately when the accident was just over and it should have taken a month, it's

impossible for it to be damaged in the cliff because it fell, and every car in the house has a dash

cam, they can say that the dash cam was lost because it fell into the cliff.

I don't want to think badly, and I thought this was our family's attorney, I nodded slowly and

smiled bitterly. "I understand and take you for your help and effort, if I have a question I will just

call you." I stood up and shook hands, it went out of the study room and I fell on the sofa.

I smiled blankly and looked at the photo of me and Draven in his study room, this moment is so

precious to me. When we were in the province, every time we went on vacation we had a photo,

with our son. He said that he wanted to keep all of these precious memories, he just replaced all

of my bad memories into something spectacular.

His touches and skin, I always feel it and I remember every time he holds me, he never makes

me feel unwanted and all he does is to make me feel special, that with every smile I forget my

problems.

My husband is such a good man, I can't say enough about all the sacrifices he makes for his

family, and I am really proud of him, and I am very grateful, especially since I was a part of his

life.

I took a sip of wine and smiled at nothing, my tears fell, I walked over to Draven's table, where I

left the things the police gave me.

I picked up his phone, it's not broken but the screen has a crack, I opened it and everything seems

to be normal, he is very much alive in my memory, and until now I feel like Draven is just

around.

I opened the messages, my brow furrowed and there was an unknown number, there were a lot of

messages and I opened it. My chest pounded, it's a death threat. There are calls to this number,

and they call my husband every day.