MasukI was watching the nurses as they checked Jessica’s blood pressure when I felt a hand touch my arm. I looked beside me and saw James. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was the smile of an emotionally tired person. “It was too late, Analia. I think you need to go home and rest,” he
I glanced at the door. “Doctor,” James said and shook hands with the doctor. Jessica let go of my arms when she heard about the doctor. She rushed to the doctor and held his arms. “Doctor, what happened? How is he? Is he okay now?” she asked nonstop. James gently pulled her away from the doctor
“You really have the audacity?” Veronica sarcastically said. I slowly let go of Arzhel and wiped my tears as I turned around to face her. “Not now, Veronica,” I said, almost out of energy. She sarcastically laughed. “And when would be the right time to scold you?” she asked, irritated and lookin
My phone rang. I was already in our front door. “Hello, Janna?” I said. I called her a while ago, asking for help to find the hospital where they brought Arzhel, and for her to monitor Adrian’s situation. “I already found Mr. Arzhel’s hospital,” she started. “He’s in the same hospital as Mr. Adr
I sat on my bed as I tried to calm myself. I inhaled and released a deep breath. “I’m going crazy,” I said and rubbed my face using my two palms. I stood and went to the kids. I checked on them in their rooms. When I arrived, they were both sleeping peacefully in their own designated beds. I w
I touched Arzhel’s shoulder. I saw him glance at my hand. Adrian was speechless upon hearing Arzhel’s tone. He didn’t provoke him further. Instead, he took the wine and started to pour Arzhel’s wine. “I’m sorry,” Adrian said while pouring. Arzhel released a deep breath, and since my hand was on
I fell asleep. I didn’t know how long it had been. But when I woke up, it felt like my whole body had been beaten by exhaustion. My body was aching. I blinked while looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. Seconds later, it sank in to me that I was in New York. I remembered the fire, and the smell of m
He nodded and guided me slowly toward the damaged corridor. Each step I took was heavy. When he stepped outside, I saw Ashley, my creative director here in New York and one of my closest friends. I looked around. Jarred was already gone. “Analia,” Ashley said worriedly and hugged me. “Are you okay
I couldn’t move at first, my chest still heavy, and my hands were trembling. The people around me gave him space. He took a careful step closer. His face was calm, but his eyes were full of concern. Without saying anything, he hugged me tight, and my walls broke down. For a second, I swallowed h
The call came at 11:17 pm, but it was already 2:17 am in New York. Was this a wrong number? Or was someone pranking me? But my heart said otherwise. It was beating so fast. I stared at the screen for too long that when I was about to finally answer it, the call ended. But then my phone rang again







