Knowing that my mom is on the road to recovery means I can now focus on finding the person responsible for shooting her. My earlier suspicion that Bob is hiding something has increased since hearing my mom recall what she remembers. Hopefully, Welch and the police can find something soon. Just being in the same room with him is nauseating.

"Hey baby, I just got off the phone with Welch. He was able to get a hold of Bob's cell phone records and credit card receipts.", Christian say as I sit in the cafeteria eating what I assume is jello. I thought the food we were served in school was awful.

"Anything interesting?", I ask as I give up on the jello.

"There were several outgoing and incoming calls from a number that started about two months ago. Isn't that when the affair began?" I nod my head slowly. "At first there countless calls between the two. Then, about a week and half ago, most of the incoming calls stopped, but Bob continued calling the number."

"That has to be the woman he had the affair with, Meg."

"Welch looked, and sure enough the number belongs to a woman named Meg Bryant.", Christian says. Welch faxed the call history to me, and here it is." He hands the piece of paper to me as I look at the times all the calls were made.

"Damn, how did he get any work done when he was always calling her. There are some days where he called her ten times. I barely see any calls from him to my mom on here. That bastard. I want to call this Meg and see what she has to say."

"Ana, I think we should give this to Detective Owens so he can handle it."

"We will, but I just want to talk to her and see what she has to say. There has to be a reason why she stopped calling him all of a sudden. Maybe she ended it, and he couldn't deal."

"What if she is the person who shot your mother? She could be dangerous." Christian does have a point, but I need answers from her myself. I need to hear why she had the affair with Bob and ruined my mother's marriage.

"There is a café across the street that I will ask her to meet me at. And, you can come with me.", I smile

"I have a feeling that you're going to do this with or without me, so I will go with you." Christian reaches over and takes my hand. "We'll get the answers."

I look at the number on the phone list and dial it. After it rings several times, I'm about to hang up when I hear a soft voice on the other end answer.

"Hello?", a woman asks.

"Is this Meg Bryant?"

"Yes it is. May I ask who is calling?"

"You don't know me, but my mother is Carla Adams." There is a moment of silence, and I wonder if she is still on the line. "Hello?"

"I'm here. I don't know Carla Adams."

"But I think you know her husband Bob, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to go."

"Please don't hang up. What you and Bob did is your business, but I need to know if he had anything to do with my mother being shot. She is the most important woman in my life, and I'm not going to stop until I find out who did this. Can you meet me at, please?" I can sense that she is pondering what to do.

"Ok, I will meet you."

"How about in an hour at the café that is across from the hospital?"


An hour later, Christian and I go into the small café across the street from the hospital and wait on Meg Bryant to arrive. All of these thoughts of what she looks like have been going through my head. Is she younger than my mom? Is she a brunette or a blonde? How tall is she? Before I know it, I have my answer. A tall slender brunette woman in her late forties walks in, and I have an immediate feeling that she is Meg. Since Christian and I are the only other people in the café, she heads straight to the table where we are sitting.

"Meg?", I ask as I stand.

"Yes", she says nervously.

"I'm Anastasia Steele. This is my fiancé Christian Grey.", I look at Christian who has stood and shakes her hand. "Please have a seat." A few seconds later, a waitress comes to the table.

"Can I get you guys something?"

"Ana, tea?", I nod. "Ms. Bryant, what would you like?", Christian asks.

"I'm fine."

"Have you ever had Twinings Breakfast Tea? It's my favorite. I find that it has a calming effect. Would you like yo try it? Meg slowly nods. "Two Twinings Teas and one coffee.", I tell the waitress.

"Thank you for coming here Ms. Bryant."

"Call me Meg.", she says with a slight smile.

"My step father told me that he began seeing you about two months ago.", I ask.

"Yeah. I had just had an exhauting day at work so I stopped by this bar for a drink. I'v never been a big drinker, but I found myself in there. After sitting in the few a while, I noticed this man looking at me. Before I knew it, he was coming over and introducing himself"

"That was Bob Adams?", Christian asks.

"It was. He was so charming and funny. Before I knew it, we were exchanging phone numbers."

"Did he tell you that he was married?"

"He said that his wife had died a year ago in a car accident. I felt sympathetic towards him. A few days after the bar, he called me to have dinner. We went to this small Italian place not far from my place. I have never been so relaxed with a guy before. It just felt natural. After dinner, we went back to my place where we ended up sleeping together." She puts her head down, probably from the shame she feels.

"So, this went on and you never had an idea that he was lying about being a widower?", I question. The waitress brings our drinks over as I'm anxious to see what else she has to say.

"No, he never gave me any sign that he was. One night, I mentioned that we should go to his house, and he told me that he wasn't ready to bring another woman into the house that he shared with his wife. I thought it was kinda strange, but shook it off as he was still dealing with her death."

"Something changed though.", Christian says.

"Two weeks, Bob came to the car rental agency that I work at. One of my coworkers Lisa saw him, and pulled me to the side after he left. She said that Bob was married to one of her sister's friends named Carla, and that Carla was very much alive. That night, I confronted him, and he admitted it. I was married once before, and my husband cheated. The thought that I was a home wrecker was unnerving. I told him to leave and never call me again."

"That jerk.",I say

"He just kept calling me. Last week, he called me and said that everything was going to be fixed soon. I asked what he meant and he said that Carla was going away. I thought he meant on a trip. Then, the other day, he called me and said that he had taken care of her. He said she was in the hospital, but probably wouldn't make it. Then, he told me that he had shot her and made it look like a robbery." I can't believe what I'm hearing. Actually hearing the words that Bob shot my mom maked me angry.

"Why didn't you go to the police?"

"He told me if I did that I would be next. There was something in his voice that made me believe that he was serious. I'm so sorry about everything. I never meant for any of this to happen.", she says to me with tears in her eyes.

"It's ok. I thank you so much for this. There is a detective that we need you to tell this to. Meg, Bob is not going to hurt you. We are going to make sure of that."

Christian called Detective Owens and gave him a brief run down at what we found out. While I went back to the hospital, Christian took Meg to the police department so she could give her statement to the police.

When I got back to my mom's floor, I saw Bob sitting out in the waiting room reading a sports magazine. I wanted to let him know what I had found out, but decided not to. He looked at me and gave a brief smile. Smile now because soon you won't be, I thought to myself. When I walked into my mom's room, she and Ray were laughing.

"Hey guys. What's so funny?"

"Just reminiscing Ana. You've been gone a while. Are you ok?", my mom asks.

"Yeah, I just had some things that I needed to take care of. Everything is ok though." I take a seat on the sofa in the room and watch as my parents laugh like two teenagers. It is a sweet sight. I find it hard to stay awake so I decide to close my eyes for a few minutes. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, I hear commotion coming from the hallway. Both Ray and my mom look towards the door, wondering what's going on. Ray and I are soon out in the hallway where we find Christian, Bob, and Detective Owens.

"Detective, what do you think you are you?", Bob asks as Detective Owens turns him around and puts him in handcuffs.

"I'm arresting you for the attempted murder of Carla Adams."