All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chloe was still in bed when I left for the police station the next morning. She’d already told me before that she didn't want to go. What was the point anyways? Whatever she was going to find out from speaking to Layla, she would find out when the police were done with their investigation.In any case, I didn't want to go with anyone either. Not with Jordan, and not with Chloe too. I wanted to just go alone. I needed to speak to Layla by myself, see her with my own eyes, and listen to whatever explanation she had. It just needed to be me. Just me.The drive to the police station only lasted about 30 minutes but it felt like 3 hours. As I drove, my mind kept going back to the last few weeks since we met Layla at that restaurant. I thought of how I had been skeptical about letting her into my space and then I thought of how Chloe hadn't really liked her or trusted her. Then I went on to remember how over time, she had sort of broken our resolve, mine especially, and had slowly made her

Chloe stared at me like I’d grown another head. “You mean, like, private investigator type digging?” “If we have to,” I replied, folding my arms. “Because I can’t sleep at night knowing she might not be done, and that she meant what she said. We have to get to the bottom of this, Chloe.” Chloe looked at me skeptically. “I don't know, Rissa. I can't say that I agree with this being a good idea.” “Well, are you going to help me or not?" I demanded. Sighing, she reached for her laptop and pulled it into her laps. "Okay, Sherlock. Where do you want to start?” I hadn't actually meant for us to start immediately, but we did. We weren’t police officers, and we weren’t detectives. But we had working brains and the internet. And at this point, that felt like enough. “I don’t even know what I’m looking for,” she muttered, typing rapidly. We searched for everything we could think of. It was as though Layla Freeman didn't exist. We scrolled through pages of irrelevant news and articles. The

Jordan's heart beat steadily under my head. His arm was wrapped around my waist as I lay against his chest. I liked the warmth. We'd been in each other's arms all day, and it still felt like we hadn't spent enough time together.For a while, I kept my eyes closed and simply listened to the silence of his bedroom. I was at home here, in his arms. The world outside could be chaotic and unpredictable, but right here, in this moment, there was peace.“You’re still awake,” he murmured, his voice low and warm against my neck.“So are you." I responded.He tried to shift me to his side, but I hugged him tighter. “Don’t move. I just want to remain like this.”“Okay then.” He whispered, and wrapped his arms tighter around me.I turned in his arms until I was facing him. His eyes were open now, and in the low lights in the room, I searched his eyes. He looked somewhat tired- work was probably still as stressful. But he was beautiful. He was always beautiful.“I like this,” I said quietly. “Bein

I woke up to an antiseptic smell that I was just starting to realize how much I hated, and a dull ache at the back of my head. The ceiling above me was white and unfamiliar. At first, I was blank.Then it all came back in a dizzying wave. I remembered walking in on Jordan in the bathroom, finding him on the floor, calling the paramedics, the journey to the hospital, and finally, the doctor’s words.Jordan was dying.I sat up with a gasp, my heart racing and the panic from earlier threatening to seize me all over again. I looked around, realizing I was in a hospital bed, tucked into soft sheets. A faint ache pulsed in my head, but I didn’t care. I swung my legs off the side of the bed, trying to get up.Before my feet could touch the ground, the door creaked open and a nurse entered briskly, her eyes widening when she saw me.“Ma’am, please… no, you need to rest,” she said quickly, hurrying toward me. “You fainted. Your vitals were a bit off. Please, lie back down.”I ignored her advic

I stepped into the hallway, blinking quickly to keep the tears from spilling again. His entire family was waiting there. So was Chloe. When I stepped out, she was pacing. Caleb leaned against the wall with his arms folded against his chest and a worried crease between his brows.“How is he?" Chloe stopped pacing and walked up to me.I nodded. “He’s resting. He’s in pain, but they gave him something.”Chloe rubbed her arms. “The doctor was here just now. He said he would speak to all of us in a few minutes. He just needed to check some last reports. Plus, we wanted you to be there when he would be addressing us.”I looked over my shoulder, back at the door. “I don’t know if I want to be there.”" What? Why?”" Because I don't know what they’re going to say. I'm scared that it's not good news. I just… I can’t bear the thought of listening to the doctor repeat that Jordan is… that he'll…”Chloe stepped closer and took my hand. “Don’t say that, Rissa. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.