Chapter Six: History Repeating



November 2nd
Catherine paced around the hospital, anxious and annoyed. She mumbled her frustration to herself below the ears of anyone else.

She’d been in Faith’s life for a while now, helping her with preparations and alike for when the baby came, yet she’d completely failed to do what she’d come here to do – reek havoc on the Littrell household.

She tapped her fingers against her scalp, a sign she was nervous. She needed to act, and she needed to act now.

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The letter was perfect. Each letter cut carefully then pasted on with a precision only a master could conceive. The letter was cryptic, perhaps a little too much, but with time things would be revealed, until that time this letter, held by two admiring hands, would serve as a warning, a fearful revelation of what was still to come.

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November 3rd Faith opened the door to the crisp morning sun. she stepped out onto the veranda and looked around the maintained grounds. She heard footsteps behind hers – Brian’s. He’d risen a few minutes after her, smiling brightly after an 11am wakening – the joys of a Saturday.

Faith squinted in the distance, fixating on the gate at the front of the property, it looked like something had been taped to it, something white, maybe an envelope. She ignored the fact her feet were bare and walked down the cobble drive. As she got closer the form became clearer, it was an envelope, stuck on the inside of the fence, with her name clearly across it. She cocked her head slightly to the side, perhaps to see if anyone lurked behind the gate, or maybe simply to satisfy her own natural curiosity. She plucked the envelope from the gate and held it delicately in her hands. The name was printed with a black ball point pen, in all capitals, a style of writing that looked well practiced, perhaps so as to differ drastically from the writers normal handwriting.

She held it in both hands as she walked back to the house. Brian stepped out on the veranda as she approached.

“Mail?” he questioned, unaware the letter in her hands had not been mailed
“It was stuck up on the gate” Faith replied
As she walked closer she carefully opened the letter. She pulled a letter from inside and unfolded the letter of cut out newspaper letters



She starred at it with frozen horror, could it be, the person who had threatened to destroy their life would try again?

Brian, seeing her distress, took the letter from her hands. His head shook as he read the letter, so familiar, yet so alien.
“We’re calling the police” he announced tugging her inside and locking the door behind them

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“Last time, the person got close to you a few weeks before they struck, has anyone new entered into your life in the last few months?” a tall muscular policeman inquired, his hair combed swiftly back. He was well into his 40’s but the baby face he presented to the world could pass for 30.
“As I'm sure you can seem, we’re having a baby, new people have been coming into our life, left right and center” Brian sighed
“Think in the last 2 months”
“I changed hairdressers, the new ones closer, uh there’s another lady working with my midwife, I’ve seen god knows how many specialist” she paused “Brian and I have opposing blood types, we have to be careful when it comes to the baby” she explained, though unsure why she felt a need to
“What I can suggest is get rid of all those you don’t need to know, pick one specialist and stick with them, I’ll run a background check on them if that’s needed, tell anyone housemaids or gardeners their on leave, I hate to be harsh, but I would urge you to fire them all and if needs be hire new ones, including perhaps even changing hospitals, midwives”
Faith shook her head and she held Brian’s hand tighter, it was too unbelievable to imagine history repeating itself
“We cant change midwives, not this close to delivery” Brian responded
“Then I suggest you use her and her alone, no one else along for the ride, cut the ties”
Faith sighed, Kelly had been a great help, but she would take no chances, not with the life of her son. History would not repeat.



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