Mag-log in[Ariana] Tex and I spent another hour there sitting in silent vigil over my mother’s sleeping form, both of us lost in thought, lost in memories. We might have stayed like that until nightfall if a nurse hadn’t come by to remind us that visiting hours were almost over, and that considering her morning, they couldn’t make an exception. “We’re sorry, Dr. McKenna, but its facility policy. We’ve already bent the rules for you today, letting you stay this long,” the nurse tilted her head sympathetically, her voice expressing a gentle graceful understanding. “I’m sure you understand.” I nodded in understanding. “Of course. Thank you for giving me the time.” Turning to Tex, I said my farewells and we parted ways. “Maybe we can hang out sometime soon.” “Perhaps,” I promised noncommittally. “See you around, Mr. Huxley.” Tipping an invisible hat, he wished me well and I scurried from my mother’s room, followed by the raspy sound of her breathing and the dark cloud of my memories an
[Connor]My cellphone vibrated violently against my thigh, and I knew who it was before I even pulled it out to answer. "Good morning, Alli...." “Don't you 'good morning' me Connor Andrew Davies!" Allison shrieked. "Explain yourself, Connor!""Ally, if you'd just calm..." I tried to get a word in, but she was too enraged, barreling over me like a runaway truck downhill. "Don't you dare tell me to 'calm down' you twit!" she continued to bark. "You know what, save your lies. I'm coming back to glare you in the eye while you speak." There's a brief pause before she catches her breath and adds, "Don't you dare think of running away, Connor. I'll track you down and you know it."Before I could reply, the line went dead abruptly.A rush of heat rose in my chest as I turned off my phone, frowning. Who was Allison to judge me? My reasons are my own and it isn't up to me to explain myself to her or anyone else. I'm doing what I must to keep Ariana safe.Besides, who is she to pretend to be
Dr. Johannsson led us to a private room two floors up from the main lobby. It was sunny and comfortably warm, the scent of fresh lavender and jasmine blended with the clean scent of the lemon juice and vinegar used to clean the surfaces. Paintings hung on the walls, and to the side, was a lounge space with a futon, two chairs, and a long, oval coffee table. And in the center, on a large bed, lay my mother. Since moving back to California, I hadn’t visited my mother once. First it was because I was too ill, then it was because I was too busy. But as I stood there, looking at her frail form, I knew that both of those reasons were nothing more than excuses to help me shift blame from myself to my circumstances. The real reason I didn’t visit was because seeing her like this, so broken and small, was hard. Too hard. Because whenever I stood in a room with her just like this, all I could think about was our last argument–my father’s mangled body hidden within the close-casket coffin,
“Take me out?” I took a shaky step back. “Do you mean like…a date?” His lip curled sweetly around the edges as the very proud, very loud man looked suddenly…bashful. “I wouldn’t presume,” he kicked a small pebble as he lowered his eyes. “I mean you are a very beautiful woman.” He paused, his eyes serious as he lifted his head to meet my gaze. “But I was thinking it would be nice to catch up with your family, especially since your mom and sister aren’t…available for me to talk to.” He sighed, his shoulders heavy. “You’re the only McKenna I could find. I hope you don’t mind.” Now I was feeling embarrassed and shy. His motives seem honest, genuine. Maybe I was reading too much into this.“Um…I promised I’d meet my friend later to go out of town,” I admitted, although now I wasn’t sure if I could leave. “I…I’m sorry, Tex,” I looked over my shoulder at the door. “I really can’t plan anything now until I know what’s happening with my mom.” I’ve already been delayed too long.“Oh, of c
I paused, not quite sure of what to make of this strange man. One moment he was ready to tear my head off, and the next, he’s gallantly guiding me to the rest home. What’s his deal?“Come along,” he urged, holding out his hand expectantly. “The ground is slick, Little Miss. Watch your feet.” “Ariana,” I repeat, rejecting his endearment. “I haven’t been a ‘little miss’ since I was seven.” “Ariana,” he repeats, curling my name around his tongue as his lips twist into an amused smirk. “Just tryin’ to be polite.”Ignoring his hand, I carefully take a step forward. But he wasn’t wrong. The mud was slick, the ground uneven, and my still-healing legs quite unstable. He reached forward, ready to steady me, but I jerked away. “I can do this on my own,” I insisted. “I’m a grown woman.” Not a child. Not a “Little Miss.”I took a step away from his outstretched hand…And my foot slipped.Unable to stop myself, I fell backward, my arms pinwheeling as I struggled, and failed to regain my bala
I coughed. “Excuse me?”“For my bike,” the stranger waved his arms dramatically towards his wrecked ride. “You gonna pay for what you broke? I ain’t made of money, Missy, and this was a one-of-a-kind prototype you just totalled.”I took a step back, glaring at him.He had to be kidding me. What kind of fool drives around on a $500 million dollar e-bike?Not to mention, this path is for human-powered vehicles only–walking, rollerskates, bicycles. Not e-bikes clocking 60mph.If we had actually collided, I’d have been right back in the hospital. And while I’ve apologized over and over, not once has he said “I’m sorry for almost killing you.&rdquo
[Misha]The door to the penthouse closed behind me with a gentle click as I entered for the first time in ten days.“Ariana?”She should be home. Where else would she have to go?And yet–why did the house feel so cold?“Ari? Where are you?"But she didn’t respond. She's probably with that Allison c
The helicopter was late. We waited in that clearing for what seemed like forever, my body slowly fading until Connor’s strong but gentle hands, still wrapped around me, lifted us both carefully. I screamed as my broken bones lay floppily against him with a pain so blinding that my eyes shut against
Everyone looked at me with varying degrees of quiet shock.For Misha, Mavis, Trillium and Josh, this was unbelievable news, completely unknown. Here I was, bleeding out, and suddenly I was pregnant too? I'm sure it felt a little too convenient. It's what I would have thought in their place. And in
Chapter 74Mavis stumbled into the clearing, her face bloody, her rifle hanging precariously in her limp hand. “There was a boar,” she murmured as she took unsteady steps, tripping over a tree root. “I…” She lurched forward, fainting.Kind-hearted Josh reacted first, rushing across the field to ca







