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Chapter Twenty Two Search for Cynthia 

Author: Sam-crowned
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 21:24:39

Abraham’s POV

I didn’t know how it happened, but I knew that the next time I opened my eyes, morning had already come. Perhaps it was my condition, but when I collapsed onto the bed the night before, whispering an apology to Sarah’s spirit and begging for her forgiveness, I didn’t even realize when sleep overtook me.

Time had slipped away without my notice, and the heaviness in my body made it clear that rest wasn’t a choice anymore, it was a demand. My chest rose slowly, painfully, and for one fragile moment, I wondered if this would be the last time I would ever wake again. The night before felt like a blur of pain, regret, and broken whispers to the memory of Sarah, the only woman who had truly stood by me.

In the past, when my heart ached with regret, sleep would have been the last thing I sought. But now, my medical condition no longer gave me that privilege. It was no respecter of heartbreak. My body simply forced me into submission, reminding me that no matter how much sorrow p
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