Freda's POVI stayed there on the ground, unable to decide what next to do as I watched Hardin slowly lose consciousness. I tried to murmur words out, but the only thing I could do was cry. Tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheek freely as I could not do anything. “Hardin, please wake up.” I thought in my mind but could not bring myself to say it out. I tried to swallow the lump that grew in my throat, but each time I tried, it ended up growing bigger. My heart continued to race faster as I tilted my head around, confused.“Well, that was just a bonus. You both think you could really do all that to me and get away with it?” Jim said as he slowly approached me with the gun pointed towards me. At this point, nothing else mattered to me, as all I wanted was to see Hardin awake again. I heaved a sigh, cleaning the tears from my eyes to have a clearer vision of Jim. I gave him a stern look, and his cocky smile slowly transformed into a frown. I could only imagine the cruel things tha

Freda's POVI only watched him as he talked, as I could not make sense out of what he was saying. I stayed there frozen as I could not get my mind off what the doctor had just said. “Hardin is still in a coma?” I thought as if that was the only thing that filled my mind. I suddenly felt a touch and I jolted, tilting my head around to see who it was. I then noticed that the two officers were standing before me, and I inhaled deeply, tilting my head to look at my best friend and then back at them before I talked.“Good day, officers. How may I help you.” I said and they both tilted their head and looked at each other. One heaved a sigh, taking a step forward before he talked.“We are from the local police department and we would like to have you in the station to answer a few questions about what had happened earlier.” He said, and I tilted my head to look at her as she patted me slowly behind. “Sure… sure.” I stuttered as I tilted my head back to look at them.“I will come over to the

Freda’s POVI sat there, staring at the hospital room walls, feeling lost and confused. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavier than anything I had ever experienced. How did life twist from happiness to sorrow in just a few months? Hardin, my rock, lay in a coma with no signs of waking. The air felt thick with uncertainty, and the news of my pregnancy added another layer of complexity to the turmoil. This should have been a time of joy, of shared anticipation, but instead, it was shrouded in fear and loneliness. I needed Hardin now more than ever, his strength, his presence, but he was unreachable, lost in a world I couldn't enter. The ache in my heart mirrored the ache in my soul, a deep yearning for things to be different, for a glimpse of hope in this sea of despair. At that moment, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, the burden of uncertainty pressing down on me with a force I could barely withstand. “I have told you countless times to stop thinking

Freda’s POV“Where you hurt?…..ma’am can you hear me?…” I could hear the medics' voices fading into the background as my mind swirled with thoughts of Hardin, If only he were here, Jim would never have dared to lay a hand on me.“He is dead ma’am” I heard someone say from behind.“What?”“Jim…is dead” Despite the chaos around me, a strange calm settled within as the news of Jim's demise reached my ears. Memories of the pain he had inflicted on Hardin flooded my mind, serving as a bitter reminder of the past. At that moment, a sense of justice tinged with a hint of vindication, washed over me.The medics' concerned voices seemed distant as I processed the news, a mix of relief and closure washing over me. Jim's actions had not only caused physical harm but had also left emotional scars that ran deep. The weight of his deeds hung heavy in the air, a burden lifted with his passing. I wouldn't deny the closure his death brought. ********I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Miranda runni

Freda’s POVI dashed to the hospital, my heart hammering in my chest like a drum, the news of Hardin moving his hand echoing in my mind like a mantra of hope. As I burst into Hardin's room, a flurry of medical staff surrounded him, their urgent movements a choreography of healing.A nurse approached me, her voice gentle amidst the whirlwind of activity, “Please come with me...the doctor will speak to you soon” guiding me to the doctor's office to wait. My footsteps felt heavy, each one a beat in the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through me. The sterile scent of the hospital mingled with the tension in the air, creating a surreal backdrop to the unfolding moment.Emotions surged within me, a turbulent sea of relief, worry, and gratitude crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The sight of Hardin surrounded by a team of professionals, each one dedicated to his care, filled me with a sense of reassurance. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, I tried to maintain, a curre