[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Derek:
Derek had said nothing when Ria breezed past him and headed to the library
and he had let it go. However, he knew she wanted to speak with him and
decided now was the best time. He entered the library and sat down at the
table across from her. Hoping she would at least talk to civilly now.
"What happened?"
Ria:
Ria stared down at her hands. "I don't know," she answered. It was not the
answer Derek had expected but she was starting to have doubts over her
earlier conversation with Derek. Perhaps, Sloan had been right she just could
not cut it any more. Ria crossed the room and sat down slowly raising her
head to stare Derek in the eyes. "Am I losing it, Derek? Should I be here?
First, the incident with Christian. Then, Hilario." she paused trying to
gauge the reaction of the elder Dutchman, "And we still don't know who
started that. and THEN EDWIN! He has paintings of me. We've never met, but
it's me. Derek, I'm lost and I'm not sure what to do." Ria always used to be
sure of everything. Had she made a mistake coming back to the fold.
