Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

She had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly, Blanca heard a clang. The door flung open, and a slender shadow fell in with the light.

Footsteps approached. A strong arm took her up. Blanca opened her eyes drowsily and saw the clear angles of the man’s face, profiled from the side.

“Matthew…”

She didn’t have the strength to hold on any longer. Blanca leant against his broad, warm chest, and fainted.

The small woman in his arms was chilled through, with only a wisp of breath. Matthew felt his heart wrench.

If he hadn’t just happened to call Blanca to ask her what she was planning to do that night, he wouldn’t have known she’d had an incident, and nobody knew how long she’d have been kept locked in there.

Even if it had just been two hours, Matthew wasn’t sure if she could get hypothermia from such a thing. At that thought, a deep rage ignited in him.

He glared at Louise beside him. “If anything happens to her, I won’t let you go.”

and had gone away! Who could’ve

to lock her up for a

get back.” With that, Matthew carried Blanca upstairs. He’d asked a family

froze to the stop, then ran up in a panic to the garden,

moment she spoke, tears came spilling down. “You’ve got to

going through a nightmare. She

had broken down. They couldn’t make food, and they

the neighbors’ place to get help, but she’d fallen

she didn’t have the strength. Even with all her effort, she couldn’t do

the road and the passersby on the sidewalk, sobbing helplessly, “Somebody come save

hurried past. Not a single one bothered to stop and help. The only thing Blanca could

the dream replayed the events of the past, sucking Blanca down like

– “Somebody come help us … sir, my grandmother