Chapter Fifty-Eight

" That's a sad story; you are just bringing up the past that I try so hard not to remember." Florida said, her hands shaking a bit; her face scrunched up in worry.

" So sorry." Aiden apologize.

" But we would still like to hear your story. Since the topic has been brought up just tell us, your wounds is already opened." Sharon said, looking over at Florida. " My pathetic story" She said smiling cutely at them.

"Let hear it please" Barret said. ' such a pestilent spirit! poke Noser's!". she bluffed out loud.

" I got married at a early stage and moved in to live with my husband family in Brooklyn".

" that was where we came from!" Charlotte said excitedly, clapping her hands.

"Oh! I never knew". she said. with a fainting smile.

"After we moved in, I gave birth to my first child Mateo" she said. turning to look at the doll, sitting on a rocking chair in a dark corner facing their dinning table.

"My husband elder sister was jealous of our relationship due to the fact that she never had a husband, all her past relationship was a failure. Then she over heard when my mother in-law promise to make my husband the head of all their enterprises. Out of jealousy she killed my husband, mother in-law and my dear son." She said; she whimpers a little and let fake tears run down her cheeks.

" I manage to escape her brutality through the help of my husband assistant,who I always pay a visit in the city once a while. After I ran away she framed their deaths on me and got my family jailed since I never showed up. That's how I began my widow life here in Devon, I just want to shut myself away from the world" she said crying profusely.

" Your story is very sad, we are sorry for opening your close bruise", Charlotte said, passing her a napkin to wipe her tears.

"Thanks" she said collecting the napkin and used it to clean her face

" One more question, who owns that doll?"Samael asked pointing to the doll sitting at the dark corner.

"oh!"she looks surprised.

"How did they notice that?"she asked herself, blinking her eye at the doll.

"it's the only belongings of my dead son,it was his favorite doll at that time,it's name is Mateo junior,he was so crazy about it that he gave the doll his name."she lied again.

"Then it should be kept on the floor " Frederic said."A doll should never receive special treatment,it makes it look mysterious".