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Chapter 122: Emily And Evelyn 2

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Emily sat quietly on the edge of the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on Evelyn. Who lay weakly against the white sheets, a drip line connected to her arm. Evelyn’s small hand held tightly onto hers, refusing to let go even in her sleep. Her fingers trembled, clinging to Emily as though afraid she might disappear.

Her face was pale, her lips dry, and though her eyes were closed, one could clearly see she was not resting peacefully. Her body kept shifting slightly, her eyelids twitching, as though she was caught inside a nightmare she could not escape.

Emily’s heart ached at the sight. A tear slowly slid down the corner of Evelyn’s closed eyes. Without hesitation, She raised her free hand and gently wiped it away.

Her throat tightened. She wanted to be strong, but seeing Evelyn in this state tore at her. The doctor’s words still rang in her ears—withdrawal symptoms.

Evelyn had collapsed earlier at the café, her body too weak from the crying and from the torment of not taking the drugs she
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Margaret Dadivas
Good job Emily your so kind and understanding sister
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Derena Marie
the healing begins.. well done as always
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