Forty-one

ARABELLA’S POV

After Jenny left, I went upstairs to check on Delinda. My little girl was too weak to move. She still looks pale and her body is a bit hot. I gave her the drugs I had before going back downstairs.

I stayed in the living room, watching TV to distract my mind a little. I’ve been thinking so much to the point that I’m starting to have headaches.

Getting worked up won’t solve anything. I have to decide for my daughter’s health.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was Jack calling.

I picked it up “Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful. How are you?”

I smiled.

Jack has that effect on me. He always knows the right things to say to make me feel better.

“I’m okay. How are you?” I responded.

“You don’t sound okay though. I asked of you and they told me you didn’t come to work”

“I had to take care of Delinda. That’s why I didn’t come”

“I understand. I can imagine how stressed you must be. You sound tired”

I let out a deep breath “I am tired”

“You know what? Let’s go have some fun. You