When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Her eyes darted around until they landed on a motorcycle parked by the roadside, a glimmer of relief washing over her.

As they settled into the cafe, Fernando entered with another man in tow who appeared disheveled and unkempt, resembling a homeless individual.

His eyes were obscured by long, matted hair; his body was caked with mud; and his nails were overgrown.

Trembling with panic, the man awaited instructions.

“Proceed,” Fernando commanded.

The homeless man raised his head, scanning the room until his gaze fixated on Haley.

He lunged toward her and shouted, “It’s her! She’s the one! She told me to push the door!”

“Let go of me! Stop talking nonsense!” Haley cried out in fear, desperately struggling against the homeless man’s grip.

Despite her efforts, his hold only tightened, his jagged nails digging into her skin, causing her intense pain that rendered her immobile.

Frantically, she pleaded with Stella for assistance.

“Stella, please!

I’m your mother.

You have to believe me! This man is just a stranger!”

remained firm as he locked eyes with

someone to kill me! You offered me money to

friend wasn’t so

of me, and now,

voice quivering as she questioned, “Why? Why would you pay a homeless man

making things up!” Haley blurted, her voice

as she faced

but a flicker

trump card-the DNA

she pleaded,

I’m your mother.

but now

hurt you? Trust

”

then, the homeless man lunged towards Haley, his

he could strike, Fernando

cast him a glance, and Fernando ordered

struggled as two large men

Fernando snorted.

if you refuse

We’ll investigate.

truth comes out, you’re leaving Prosper

you somewhere