Chapter Ninety-Three
Amy
 
     Mrs. Moyes was still kneeling on the ground and her hands were hanging in the air and now she had turned into a heavy weight. Her eyes were looking at the empty spot of Christian on the couch; the sound of knocking on the door brought her out of this shock, she quickly threw her hands on her knees. She slowly and hard got up from her place while looking at the closed door; she felt her throat was like a stone because she saw hatred in her friend's eyes while she had done nothing; she clenched her fists and said to herself: "But I won't give up and I'll find that address anyway." She hard left there while she was drowned in her thoughts and looking down; until she reached the pedestrian crossing near the house of her former friend; she had little time to cross. At that moment her phone rang and she answered.
   "I'm glad to see you." It was Martin.
   Amy said: "Martin, is that you?" She raised her head and saw Martin on the other side of the street.
   "Did you doubt that I was a killer or did you say that to get my address?"
   Amy said: "How?" She cried and said: "Please tell me that the kids are alive; tell me where they are?"
   "Did I turn from a killer to a kidnapper or a crazy person who abuses his wife?"
   Amy said as she said: "Why did you suddenly run away because you're guilty." She wanted to go to the other side of the street but it didn't happen. The pedestrian light turned red and the movement of the cars put a distance between them.
   "I don't know even though there is no us anymore I still get very upset by your words; you thought I killed the kids; you wouldn't continue this hellish life; I left because I loved you."
   "You had a problem if you loved me you had to discuss it with me."
   "Do you even believe me?! They threatened me with your lives back then."
   "So tell me who threatened you? Scott?"
   Martin hung up without any answer; he bowed like the artists at the end of the show and left.
   Amy said: "Hello … hello damn it all the people around me have gone crazy God." At that moment a text message came: Here is the address you wanted; I'm waiting for you.
  Martin.