*Edited Breanna's POV She took a deep breath through the lungs, as the warm air hit her face, the breeze tugging at the skirt of the black dress she was wearing. The town was holding a mass burial for the people that died that night. So here she was, with a bouquet of white roses in her hands, Jack loved roses, especially the white ones, their mother had a white rose garden when she was alive, where she would spend hours trimming and nursing all weekend according to him. A few of Jack's friends came to support, but she couldn't register any of their faces, his producer and even his boss from work. His girlfriend didn't make it, she didn't even bother to ask why. She didn't tell her dad, he wasn't even in the right frame of mind to understand anyway, it was useless telling him. It would only cost her more money to bring him all the way here. The service ended as quickly as it started, she didn't hear a word the priest said, she felt like life had left her and that she was just dri

*Edited Breanna's POV Two weeks later Dr. Robinson invited her to the grand opening. Thus her current rummage through her closet to find a decent enough dress for a grand opening and cocktail after party in the awful state of her room. Although she had only been working a week, easing into the work atmosphere was definitely easy. Besides, the clinic was yet to be properly opened so all she did was organize her boss's emails and report the last details of work needed to be done to the place. The only issue was her sleeping routine. For a whole year she used to stay up all night working. Unlike now, she was awake both at night, due to her nightmares and all day attendng classes or at work. So she was tired a lot. Settling for her old high school gold prom dress, she got ready. Shoes weren't an issue, although cheap and thrifted - she had a number of them from stripping. The dress was tight, extremely, it had been almost three years since she wore it. She wanted to sell it when s

*Edited Breanna's POV She walked around for a while, inhaling the cold windy air. Rain was coming, she could feel it. But she didn't want to go back into the party. Not after what happened with Professor Caines. She just wanted to go home. But she was stranded, a long way from home without a ride because he was the one that brought her here. She knew he didn't like her, he didn't come off across like he liked anybody though. With the recent changes in her life, she was glad for his help but she didn't need him to baby sit. She was perfectly capable of handling herself among a few business people. She had been doing just fine on her own till now. The rain started suddenly. She tried to find shelter, but she had wandered away from the building. Just then her phone rang in her purse. It was from the nursing home. They had called three times before but the loud party didn't let her hear. "Hello?." "Breanna?." Nurse Gabriella shouted over the speaker. She pushed the phone slightly

*Edited Breanna's POV "Breanna, I'm afraid we have bad news." She had been worried, ever since she arrived, her stomach twisting and churning with worry. "How bad?." Breanna felt her throat dry up instantly, the Doctor's face and tone didn't exactly do anything to ease her worries. "See you father developed a clot on his hind brain a few weeks ago, covering his cerebellum and medulla which is dangerous for a patient already diagnosed with Alzheimer and which caused his stroke, he is old, and had been sick for a while, I'm afraid his body can't take another stroke, that is bound to happen." "What does that mean?........" Her heart sunk at the doctor's words, her head began to spin, but she managed to stay still. 'There should be a solution'. She told herself. "The clot needs to be removed and hopefully, with the clot gone, another stroke can be avoided. But more than that, the clot is very hazardous to his health." She paused and locked eyes with Breanna before she continu

*Edited Maxwell's POV. Things were going well for the first few hours of the surgery, till it wasn't. She was fidgeting throughout, pacing the halls of the hospital, that she almost drilled a hole to the ground. He tried to keep her busy, for a while, they talked about his childhood, she laughed at some, but she stopped listening after a few hours. And then Steve messaged him and his stay in the hospital had expired. After making her promise to call him if anything happened, he left his number even though he was sure she wouldn't call and took the last train home. An online meeting started immediately and then ten excruciating long hours surviving on only coffee slipped by. The new lead, turned out to be helpful and soon enough they would be able to catch the bad guys. He tried hard not to remember what happened that night - the lives lost, the months and months of sleepless nights all for nothing, just because of one mistake. The next day, after class, they resumed the meeting w