Thik sondhyabela boi khata niye sadhon sir er bari gelam. Onake dekhe mone holo uni jano amar jonyei opoekha korchilen. Aj ami navy blue salwar kamiz ...ore esechi. Dress ta bhison patla bole abjha bhabe bra ar mai er khanj dekha jachhe. Ami ghore dhuktei sir dorja lock kore dilen. Dekhlam oner ektai ghor, single bichana pata. Echara ghore ekta table ar duto chair achhe. Uni nijei ranna kore khan. Paser gram-e stri thake, weekend-e bari jan. Amar hat dhore oner bichana te bosiye dilen amake. Ami. There was silence. Finally calming her frantic breathing, she listened, but could hear nothing, not even crickets. She saw a flicker of light. A candle shown in the room and she thought for a second that she might be safe. She began yelling a muffled “Help!” and straining against the ropes, but when her eyes adjusted, all she saw was a black cloak. The figure removed its hood. Colleen’s nightmare was coming back to haunt her. “Fallin..!,” she thought.Lord FallinFallin’s rough hands grabbed. So it was easy to guess that Miss I-Am-The-Law had been jogging when they had bagged and tagged her. I call her Miss I-Am-The-Law because that?s what she was: A young prosecutor of the state by the name of Kate Everton, a hotshot that had earned herself a reputation for working relentlessly against the same people that paid me for my services. She had uncovered cases of bribery and corruption, had made things pretty complicated for my employers in the past months, had been on the news a lot.. To her surprise she found Andy with her head on her arms trying to muffle the sound of her crying. Unlike the time at dinner, this was no act. Dropping to her knees beside Andy's chair, Kathy took the woman in her arms.As soon as she did, Andy wrapped her arms around Kathy's neck and started to bawl. "Kathy," she wailed, "I'm so sorry!" Sorry? Sorry about what?" Kathy whispered, genuinely puzzled."Your visit!" she cried. "Jack and I wanted everything to be so perfect and ... and we tried so.