Ana sat at her desk, typing away. A deadline loomed.
At twenty six she had built a name for herself, with over a dozen books published. Mystery novels that everyone ate up.
She was a talented writer yes, but some of her fiction was based on fact.
She knew that was dangerous, her Grandfather was out to kill her partly because of what she had written in those books. Even from prison she had no doubt that he was going to try and hurt her and her family.
Her Mom had put him in jail, and in her novels she had unburied many years of family secrets.
Uncovering Family secrets was dangerous business. It had nearly killed her Mom, it had landed her in that chair, and it had nearly killed her, when she was only fourteen.
She still walked with a limp, using a cane for support, because of the stroke. Caused by the poison her Grandfather had put in her system.
Her own Grandfather had tried to kill her, and at fourteen she had done nothing. Her first book wasn’t even published until she was sixteen.
She was just a typical teenager at the age of fourteen, until she was poisoned, until her family had to go into hiding for over a year.
Living out in the country in that RV for so long, and finally in that Cabin had not been easy, but they had managed. Even Mechela who suffered from Spina Biffida. She was fourteen now, and didn’t let much stop her.
Mechela was so much like Anna, Vania’s birth Mother and her name sake.
Ana remembered a time when they were not a family, when they though Aunt Anna was dead, and they knew nothing about Mechela, but she thanked God every day for them.
Ana could hear footsteps. In her huge house, the house she had worked so hard for, and had dreamed of feeling up with Children. She always dreamed of having children, but that wasn’t happening now. She knew success, but she wasn’t completely satisfied. She wanted to be a Mother, and everyone told her she would be a great one.
Ana was great with her twin nieces, Vania and her husband had, had twins, identical twin girls, five years before.
Unfortunately Thomas had left Vania, three years before, no real explanation, perhaps he couldn’t handle the danger that was involved with the Alexei family.
She prayed the same thing would not happen to her.
Ana felt sorry for her sister and knew that Thomas leaving had hurt Vania, and Ana wanted to do everything she could to comfort her children, but at least she had two beautiful girls out of the whole tragic marriage.
She tried not to be envious, but Lord Ana could feel her biological clock ticking. She was twenty six now, and with each passing year, she knew the likelihood she could get pregnant was less and less. The fact was she may not be able to get pregnant at all, the doctors had made no guarantees on that after she had the stroke, but at fourteen the last thing that had been on her mind was having a baby, now though she wanted a child more than words could say.
She felt she was called to be a Mother, and she prayed that the Lord would send a husband her way, but that would actually involve a social life. She lacked that seriously at the moment. With a deadline constantly looming, she spent more time on her computer than anywhere else.
Her Mother would stop by to see her and Vania would drop the twins off when she was on duty, she lived for those moments.
Lord will I ever know the joy of having my own children? I love my nieces but I want a child of my own. I want a family, I have this big house and except for cousin Jelena and myself it is completely empty. I feel so alone sometimes here.
Ana thought of selling her house more than once, but this was her home, her dream home the one she worked so hard for. She had spent many years of writing books, of making television appearances to get this home. She was not about to give it up on a whim.
She had to believe that one day this beautiful house would be filled with the beautiful sound of children.
I have to believe that Lord, if I don’t I will go crazy. I want a family, I want children. I can still write and raise a family, others have done it and I will do it too.
Ana turned her attention back to the manuscript she was working on, trying to forget the sounds she was hearing. It was probably only her imagination running wild, the price of being a Mystery writer, but the truth was she knew that she could be in real danger.
Her Grandfathers men may be after her. Men he hired to hurt people when he wanted to keep his hands clean or couldn’t get to them for some reason.
I have to stop this, I am going to do nothing but scare myself.
Letting her fears get the better of her was not getting the book written. She had to get the revisions off to her editor in a few days, and then he would send them to her publisher.
Ana finally forced herself to focus, in a few hours her nieces would be here, and then she could enjoy the fun then. She was not about to be stuck in her office writing, when she could enjoy the time with her two precious nieces.
Ana spent a couple of hours writing, getting in the zone. The sounds around her suddenly didn’t matter, but she heard footsteps coming closer and closer.
Someone was definitely in her house. It wasn’t Jelena, she was visiting her Mom for a few days, and she didn’t have a dog.
The cat was laying on the desk with her, and the footsteps were too loud to come from a cat.
Ana picked up the phone and dialed Vania, she would know what to do.
The footsteps grew closer and louder, strange noises.
An instant later Ana passed out, the phone still in her hands, Vania on the other end.
Was someone trying to kill Ana?