Se connecter(Two months later)Selene’s POV.Full stop.I closed my laptop and leaned into the chair. Weeks have passed. I wasn’t counting anymore.I just washed the sun and rise each day.I spent most days on my laptop. Ignoring condolences and walking through memories of the past.I am writing every day now.My fingers moved across the keys of my keyboard obsessively. Like if I stopped, I might have to face reality. An escape. But that didn’t help much either.Somehow I drew strength from knowing Amira was somewhere up there rooting for me.I got up and walked to the window and peeked through the curtains. Rowland’s car was parked as usual.He always came by in the evenings; he would stay for dinner, but I never came down.I only opened the door for Mother. Rowland never complained.Today, I felt different. I had been hiding for far too long.I put on my robe and parked my hair up with a black ribbon. I was still grieving.As I made my way down the stairs, the smell of roasted chicken and spice
Selene’s POV.I walked as fast as my legs could carry me.My mind is hazy with fury.My fingers curled into fists.She stood by the counter, like this was just another day.Like my world hadn’t just ended.I closed the distance before I could think and grabbed at her scarf, grasping pieces of her hair along with it.Hey's head jerked as she spun fully around, clutching my hands. Trying to free herself from my grip.“Selene.” She yelled.She shoved me. But even that wasn’t enough for me to let go.“What are you doing?” She murmured.“You brat!” My voice cracked.“How dare you?” I shouted, my grip tightening. “How dare you come here—”Her eyes widened.“To my child’s funeral?” My chest heaved. “This moment is precious—do you hear me?”People started gathering.Feet. Voices. Movement behind me.“You don’t get to stand here…” My voice broke, but I pushed through it. “You don’t get to ruin this…”“Selene, let go. Please.”Rowland.His hands gripped me from behind. A soft and tender touch.
Selene’s POV.The church proceedings passed in a blur.It's been an agonizing one week; I have barely eaten a thing. Mostly because I can't and I won't.I have uttered only a few words. I wished they would all just leave me alone. I was in a place too far away, with my Amira.A place where she wasn't sick. Where she recited the alphabet with so much happiness and told me she loved me. But then my phone would ring and draw me away from my thoughts. I never picked.“Selene, you need to eat," Father whispered to me those nights where I stayed at their house. Mother could have nurtured me. I would only shake my head.I had written a thirteen-page biography about my daughter, but I could only spew a few words at the funeral. Tears wouldn’t let me.I blew into the handkerchief for the millionth time. I sat in the living room. Mom sat beside me, rubbing my arm and replying warmly to the people that came to give their condolences.I don't know what I would have done without her this past week
Selene’s POV.“Doctor…” I panted. “What's going on? What is wrong with my daughter?!”He didn't say anything. He exhaled and took a step back. Making my heart jolt.“We managed to stabilize her.”I waited…“But there are complications.”My chest caved in.Mother gasped behind me.Rowland stood by my side.“What kind of complications?” I whispered.His lips pressed together.“Her body isn’t responding well to the transplant. We’ve been monitoring her vitals closely, but…” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “we are seeing signs of rejection.”The world tilted.“No…” I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible. You said the surgery went well—”“The surgery did go well,” he said gently. “But what happens after is just as critical. Right now… her body is struggling.”My lips parted, but no words came out.“Can you fix it?” I asked, my voice barely there. “There has to be something you can do.”“We are doing everything we can,” he replied. “But we need to see how she responds over the n
Selene’s POV.I stirred awake.My head was rested in Rowland's hard chest as it rose and fell slowly.He was fast asleep, his arms around me.We must have fallen asleep in between my panic attack and him trying to comfort me.I felt calmer.Everything felt… still.The machines were quiet.Amira lay peacefully a few inches from me.I let out a breath, letting myself believe maybe the worst was truly over.Amira shifted slightly on the bed.I sat up, alarmed.Rowland groaned.It was such a small movement… but it felt like everything.My heart leapt.“Rowland…” I whispered.She’s waking up.She’s okay.In seconds, I stood by Amira's bedside. Her lashes fluttered.Rowland stood up immediately.I leaned closer.“Baby?”Her lips parted, but no words came out.The monitor gave a loud beep.I froze.“What was that?” I asked.“It’s probably just a sensor reading,” he said, but his voice had changed.Beep.Beep.Faster.My pulse raced with each beep of the monitor.His eyes stayed on the screen
Selene’s POV.“Are you sure it was him?” The investigator's voice came through from the other end.“I…I am sure.” My voice trembled. “I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”She sighed deeply. "We found his car by the west coast." But that’s all there is. No flight bookings, no paperwork, and no trail.”I remained stiff.I needed a moment to take in the weight of what I had just heard.No trail.I know Tom. He won’t just disappear; he’s planning something.My throat went dry.“Then where is he?” I whispered.Then my mind drifted to Amira.My grip on the phone shook.“What if he comes back?” I said quickly, my voice raised. “What if he comes looking for me?”A pause.“He knows how much I love my daughter,” I added. “He knows Amira is… everything to me.”My breathing grew uneven.“He could use her.”My heart began to race.A cold, creeping fear settled into my bones.“Mrs. Selene,” the investigator said, her tone calm, “listen to me.”I stayed quiet.“We are aware of
Selene’s POV. My back landed on the table with a thud. I hadn't realized I had been starving after all these years till Rowland kissed me. He made my body yearn in ways that felt forbidden. I gripped his shirt tightly, arching just enough for him to nibble on my neck. I shrugged my robe of
Rowland’s POV.It didn’t look like it was going to rain today. The weather had been somewhat brighter.I ended up soaked by the time I got home.The house was quiet when I walked in.I loosened my tie and headed up the stairs.A hot shower washed over my body as I let the day's tension ease off my
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Chapter 54.Selene’s POV. I sat up instantly. My eyes moved to my laptop in the desk drawer.I stared at it.A part of my head throbbed from the lawyer's words.Unstable.If people believed I was unstable, then every decision I made about Amira could suddenly be questioned.My fingers curled into







