Hazel spent thirty minutes wailing in the bathroom. The shower water she turned on violently prevented anyone from knowing about her cries. Catherine's screams and the knocking on the door had also disappeared from fifteen minutes ago. She was sure Catherine was tired of screaming out there to coax her out of the bathroom. She didn't want to do it anyway. She still wanted to shed her tears in the bathroom so that neither Emily nor Zinny had to see her cry. Now she had changed into her wet clothes with a bathrobe and tied the rope tightly around her waist. She didn't want to get sick because of her stupidity tonight. She must continue to be healthy for her baby-to-be who is growing actively in her belly. Before stepping out of the bathroom, she took the time to stroke her still flat stomach. She couldn't wait to see her flat belly bulge and the baby in there to be kicking actively for a few more months. It is a great joy as a mother. And she feels lucky to have the op

The place is dirty. Dust everywhere. The leaves continue to fall littering the ground that looks gray and gloomy. Strong winds made the tree branches clash and squeak. The place was cold. Not only did the warmth not radiate in this place because of the autumn season, but because the place did not have a soul. Cold. Empty. Gray. Lonely. All that lived in that place were soulless bodies. They died. "This is where Calvin is buried. This time I mean it.” Her hunch had been bad ever since Kiev turned his car into a narrow, deserted road. Though she had thought she would be escorted to Calvin's hideout all this time because the man was on a mission, but her guess was wrong. Kiev instead drove her to a cemetery on the edge of a very quiet D.C. city. In this place there are almost no signs of life. The tomb here looks unkempt. Most of them have even been damaged and show an increasingly sinister shape. Hazel really wouldn't want to set foot in this spooky place if it

Taking a deep breath of Seattle air, then exhaling it was painful for Calvin, who was still recovering from the shooting incident. The membranes of his kidney were torn and the surface of his intestines pierced by bullets, at least that's what the doctors who treated him for nearly three months in D.C. said. After that the treatment was continued with physiological therapy to flex the nerves in his legs which had not been moved for a long time. Wasn't Edgar serious about his revenge? He thought it was much worse than death though. Every day for a month in the hospital, he never did not feel pain in all parts of his stomach. Even though strong drugs had been injected into his body, it didn't lessen his torment in the cold lonely nights. Not to mention that he always had to rely on inconvenient tubes to perform various vital activities, eat and defecate. The intestines are directly connected to the tube. Likewise, when going to urinate, he uses a catheter which sometimes also

Entering the third month of her pregnancy, Hazel found it much easier to regulate her emotions and live out her days as a judge. Sadness about Calvin's death still haunts her, but it doesn't have the hysteria effect it had a few weeks ago when she went to see Kiev in D.C. Currently her focus is only on her work and also her family. She tries to be a good mother to her two daughters because that is her main responsibility. Her love for Calvin was also important, but the man was dead. There was nothing she could do to bring him back except to pray for him and reminisce about all the wonderful memories they had together. If only Calvin didn't die and was still alive to be by her side. She desperately wanted to tell the world that she loved Calvin and was expecting their precious baby. Unfortunately Calvin is not here to be with her. That made her feel a dilemma. She doesn't know when exactly she will be able to tell everyone that she is pregnant. The people in her office haven'

Countless times he did this in a week or maybe two. Who knows. He had forgotten the last time he checked the calendar. Every day he always wakes up at four o'clock. Do a few stretches. Drinking coffee. Go to the gym room to train. He ran from the gym to his room to turn off the alarm that was about to go off at six o'clock. Then showered, had breakfast, got into his cool car, then sped off down the deserted street to the courthouse where Hazel worked. Now he really looks like a maniac. The very regular rhythm of his life sometimes makes him bored, but he has not found other pleasures that he can do to replace the boring rhythm of his life. This time he tried to vary the rhythm of his life by watching Hazel from a distance while occasionally taking pictures of her. He already had hundreds of photos of Hazel on his phone. Later when he has a thousand photos of Hazel, he will print them and create a special room in his house which he will name the Hazel Room. Yeah, that