Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“Come on, let’s go back for lunch.”

“Alright, Uncle!” Tony nodded. The convoy, led by Roy, was already ready. Since they were heading to Flintstone Estate, which wasn’t too far away, only two security vehicles accompanied them.

Imogen looked out from her dorm’s floor-to- ceiling window, watching the two cars departing from the Flintstone Residence. A strong sense of loss welled up within her. She believed that one day, she, too, would become an indispensable part of Zacharias’ life.

Shirley sat beside Zacharias in the car, feeling more relaxed since they were only out for a meal. After about half an hour, the convoy entered the Flintstone Estate’s courtyard. It was an older area with no tall buildings around, so it exuded a serene atmosphere, free from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Shirley stepped out of the car, and Zacharias turned to her, saying, “Let’s go! I’ll show you around my room.”

Shirley appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, she felt a growing sense of anticipation. She was surprised to find herself eager to learn more about this man.

“Grandpa Josef!” Tony called out as he walked into the hall, where Josef emerged. “Tony, you’ve come too.”

immediately greeted Josef. “Hello, Old

to our home. Please come

Shirley said. Josef’s overly enthusiastic welcome

take care of her,” Zacharias said. Old Mr. Flintstone nodded, and Tony said, “Grandpa Josef, let’s play chess. There’s still some time

think you can beat

and headed toward a side room where a chessboard was

headed upstairs. Out of panic, Shirley attempted to pull her hand away, but Zacharias held it tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.

my own.” she whispered. Once they reached the second floor, Zacharias released her hand and walked toward his bedroom door. He opened it and invited her in, saying, “Come in! Let me show you

sizes that he had won. On the wall, there was a photo wall featuring pictures of him from childhood to adulthood. Shirley admired the photos,

what is

one of his childhood photos. He was a little over a year old at that time and was dressed in open-crotch pants, bearing everything that needed

Shirley reached out and moved his hand away. “Why won’t you let me see it? You invited me to look

his hand away and stared at the photo with great interest. The toddler in the picture looked absolutely adorable. However,

looked away and turned