LOGINHAZEL“Are you sure you want to go to work today? You can call in sick.”Mum stood by the bedroom door, watching me struggle with the buckle of my shoe.“I mean, you're emotionally sick. You practically cried yourself to sleep last night.” She shook her head. “Gosh, I hate what that man does to you.”“I'll be fine.”“You said that yesterday.”“And I'm saying it again today.”I finally got the buckle in place and stood.Today was one of those days when I couldn't be bothered about looking my best.I had picked the first decent outfit I found and tied my hair back. No standing in front of the mirror wondering whether my shoes matched my bag.Yesterday had been one hell of a day. My emotions were still all over the place.A part of me was happy Elvis was finally awake, more than happy.After five months of wondering whether he'd ever open his eyes again, knowing he was conscious and talking should've been enough.But another part of me was struggling with the possibility that he might ne
ELVIS“Thank you, Louis, for playing this card with me.”“You're welcome. Glad I could help.”He picked up the file he'd left at the end of my bed.“I'll go check on my patients. A nurse will come around later.”I nodded.“Thanks again.”Louis gave me a brief smile before leaving the room.The door clicked shut behind him. I rested my head against the pillow.Contrary to what everyone thought, I hadn't woken up today.I'd been awake for four days.Peter knew; Louis knew, I mean, he is the doctor. Nobody else did.There was no bloody amnesia. I remembered everything that happened just like yesterday. The poisoned water that led to Moses' death, and the blood on my hands. Peter driving like a madman while I struggled to breathe.Even the last thing I told him before everything went black. ‘Find whoever did this’. That was exactly what I intended to do.Dr Louis had been surprised when I first told him what I wanted. He'd argued against it at first, but once Peter explained what we'd di
EMILYMy joy knew no bounds when Elvis looked straight at Hazel and asked who she was.I thought I'd imagined it, but the confusion on his face was genuine.He didn't remember her or whatever madness had happened between them.I had to control my expression while she stood there looking like someone had knocked the air out of her.Of all the things Elvis could forget, his brain had conveniently erased Hazel Carter.I couldn't have asked for anything better.The kiss afterwards was simply the icing on the cake.Elvis hadn't pulled away from me. He'd kissed me back.Lightly, yes, but he had responded.That was enough for me. I finally had my man back. All to myself.After Hazel left, I returned to Elvis's bedside.He looked tired, which wasn't surprising considering the doctors and nurses had been in and out of his room since we arrived.“My love.”He turned to me.“I need to go home and get a few things, okay? I'll be back.”“What things?”“Clothes, toiletries. Whatever you might need
HAZELI'd spent most of the morning researching Grace.There wasn't much that matched what Amelia had told me.Most of the pictures online showed a happy woman. Grace smiling beside William at events. Grace dressed beautifully with one hand tucked into his. Holiday pictures. Birthday posts. A few articles that painted them as a happy couple.If I hadn't seen those photographs Amelia showed me, I would've thought Grace had the perfect marriage.I clicked on another picture.William had his arm around her waist while she smiled at the camera.Pictures could really lie.The doorbell rang; my heart jumped.I shot out of my chair.Had William found us?“I'll get it.”Mum came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a napkin as she headed for the door.“Mum, wait.”She looked at me.“What?”“What if it's him?”“Then he came to the wrong house.”I remained standing anyway, alert as Mum reached the door.She checked first before opening it.“Good afternoon.”I recognised the voice immediately
EMILYThe drive to the hospital felt longer than it actually was.I sat impatiently in the car, checking the time every few minutes until Jarvis finally told me to stop.“Mum, staring at your watch isn't going to make Peter drive faster.”“Shutup,son.”By the time we reached the hospital, I was out of the car before Peter could properly park.“Mum,” Donald called after me.“Hurry up!”We went straight to Elvis's floor.My heart was racing again as we approached his room.The door was partly open.A doctor and two nurses were inside, and there he was. Sitting up against the pillows fully awake. His eyes were actually open.“Elvis.”He turned towards my voice.I didn't wait for anyone to tell me whether I could go near him.I rushed across the room and wrapped my arms around him, careful not to squeeze too tightly.“Oh my, Elvis.”I buried my face against him.“You scared me. You scared the hell out of me.”“Emily…”“I thought you would never wake up again.”My eyes were already wet. I
EMILYAnother Sunday morning of pretending everything was all right.I sat in the living room with a cup of tea I had barely touched, scrolling through my phone when the front door opened.Doris walked in.Where she was coming from this early on a Sunday morning was something only she and God knew.She shut the door behind her and adjusted the small bag hanging from her shoulder.“Good morning, Emily. You good?”Here we go again.All that friendliness, fake smiles, the little attempts at conversation whenever we found ourselves in the same room.Heaven knew how much patience I'd developed over the past five months.I smiled back.“Yes, I'm good.”Her steps were much steadier now, but I still noticed the care she took with them.“I think you should take it easy. You only recently stopped using your walking aid.”“Don't worry. I'm fine.”She walked further into the room.“After Uncle Moses died, I've learnt to conquer my fear.”My fingers tightened around my cup.Even after five months,







