Sleeping With The CEO-Chapter 342: Omens

Generally speaking, Jane Molson was not one of those people who were superstitious. She did not put much stock into things like good, and bad omens. In her opinion, black cats were still cats. It was just that their fur was an unusual colour.

Broken mirrors meant nothing more than additional reflective surfaces to look at yourself in. And the number thirteen held no significance whatsoever to Jane. Even when it came on a Friday.

But the key word there was generally.

Just because Jane did not normally believe in such things. That did not mean that she was someone who dismissed her intuition telling her that something was not right.

And that day, Jane could not shake the feeling that something was about to go wrong.

She had woken up in the morning feeling uneasy but she had pushed it aside and had tried to go about her day. Then while in the living room Jane had heard a repetitive pecking sound coming from the window.

She had looked over and had seen a dove staring at her. It had pecked at the glass for a little while longer. When she had gone over there to chase it away. The pecking had suddenly stopped.

The bird listing to the side and just falling. Jane had opened the window and peeked out. Watching as the bird had fallen to its death.

Since that awful sight, Jane was shaken. She did not believe in bad omens, but something about the way the dove had died had unsettled her. The moment it had fallen, one word had sprung up in Jane’s mind...Emily. And hours later, she was still worrying over that.

Jane tried explaining the strange occurance away. But she could not.

The bird had not seemed sick, and it had not looked injured.

It had simply just seemed to give up on life and let itself fall instead of flying. But still, even with that, Jane had not wanted to believe that something could be terribly wrong. Doing her best to shake off the awful sense that something was wrong with her daughter that she had gotten, when she had watched the bird fall.

There was a voice at the back of her head. Whispering insistently that she get in touch with Emily. That she ensure that her daughter was alright. But Jane pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin Emily’s day all because she was jumping at her own shadow.

She had no proof that something was either going wrong or about to go wrong. Taking Emily’s focus away from Derek. Even if it would only be for a few minutes for that particular reason, just did not seem right.

And so Jane held on for as long as she could. Not getting in touch with Emily. Even though hearing her daughter’s voice, or at least getting a text from her, would have improved Jane’s mood a great deal.

To take her mind off it, she kept busy. Doing a bit of cleaning, rearranging furniture,washing dishes. And every other chore that she could think of. Work done, she settled down in front of the TV and stared blankly at the screen. Not even sure what show was playing.

But no matter what she did. Or what she tried to watch. The feeling of unease in Jane did not go away. In fact with each minute that dragged on, the feeling grew and grew, like an angry fire ravaging everything in its path.

Finally unable to take it anymore, Jane reached for her phone and dialed her daughter’s number. There was no answer, so she decided to send a text.

’Emily, are you alright? Call me, we need to talk.’ frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

She typed out and then she hit send. In truth, there was nothing that she needed to discuss with her daughter that was particularly urgent.

When Emily called, Jane would either tell her the truth about that. Or she would come up with some made up excuse, so that Emily did not feel bad about going out, and leaving her old mom behind. Jane’s paranoia was not Emily’s fault after all. Her daughter deserved to go out and have a good time.

Jane did not have any right to try and control Emily’s movements. But still, just because she knew that letting Emily live her own life was a good thing. It did not mean that the unease deep within her heart was going away. But Jane had pretended as though the text. Even though it had been an unanswered one, had been enough to settle her. But a few minutes after sending the message, her self-made lie was proven to be just that, when there was a knock on the door.

If anyone had seen her running to open it. They would have mistaken Jane for a professional athlete. That was how quick she was as she opened the door. Realizing just seconds before the person on the other side came into view, that they could not be Emily.

Her daughter had her own key after all. She would have no reason to knock. Luckily for her, the person on the other side was not a stranger trying to sell her some new product, or insurance.

It was none other than Cassandra Haven herself, and Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking that the other woman had just come to hang out. That the two of them could pass the time until their children returned. Keeping each other company, and ensuring that they did not do anything stupid.

But then Jane had taken a look at the devastation on Cassandra Haven’s face, and she had just known. The last time that she had seen such a look on Cassie. It had been 20 years back, when their husbands had died.

"What is wrong?" Jane asked, and her friend gave her a heartbroken look. Stepping into the apartment on shaky legs.

"They’re gone, Jane. They’re gone..." Cassie whispered, her voice weak. Even with the low voice. There was no mistaking what Cassie had just said. But Jane still did not want to believe it.

She forced herself to ask though. Seeking the truth, so that she would know for sure.

"What do you mean gone?" Gone could mean many things. Jane did not want to jump to the worst possible scenario, all because she had been feeling paranoid all day.

But instead of answering, her friend just continued to look at her, her eyes lifeless, and that terrified Jane.

Her throat suddenly feeling dry, she forced herself to ask another question. This one going right to the heart of the matter.

"Are they dead?" And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Cassie

She seemed to lose all of the energy that had kept her upright, and just fell to her knees on the carpet. Then she burst into tears, making horrible choked off sobs that had Jane’s own eyes stinging.

"No...no...no.." Jane found herself saying over and over as the two of them began crying in earnest. Clinging to each other tightly. Just as they had done all of those years ago.

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