All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sylvia I stood outside the house, staring up at it. My father's house.My house.Everything looked the same, the tall gates, the wide driveway, the big windows that always made the house feel open but cold. I had some wonderful memories in this. But now, it feels different. Not because the house had changed, but because the people inside it had.Maryann and Emily.They lived here now, like queens ruling over something they didn’t build. Such shameless women.Earlier today, Maryann had tried to stop me from moving in.“Make sure you move back in by tomorrow,” she said. “We won’t be around today.”I looked her dead in the eye. “I don’t need you guys to be around before I move back into the house my father built.”Her lips tightened. “Sylvia, move in tomorrow. I won’t say this again.”“Even if you say it a hundred times,” I snapped, “I couldn’t listen to you.”That ended the conversation. Or so I thought. I am so sure they don't have anywhere to be, but just to prove a point they asked

Sylvia The sun was shining brightly as I arrived at the hospital. The gates were already crowded. People from different walks of life, old men, young women with children, pregnant mothers, and teenagers, were lined up, waiting to get medical help. Some looked tired, some looked nervous, but they were all hopeful.Our hospital was alive with activity. The volunteers had helped earlier that morning with setting up decorations and serving refreshments to the staff. Nurses rushed about with charts. Doctors walked quickly to their stations, calling out names and checking patients. The air was filled with the sound of conversations, footsteps, and announcements, laughter, sentiments, and all types of sounds you can think of.As I walked through the main entrance, wearing a simple white coat over a navy dress, people smiled at me, some even greeted me with, “Thank you, doctor!” or “God bless you!”I smiled back, nodding. “We’re happy to help.”As I walked by I heard some of the patients tal

Sylvia It was just past 9 p.m. I was about to take what meant to have been my breakfast, turned lunch and now my dinner when the intercom suddenly crackled through the quiet hallways of the hospital."Code blue, room 304. Code blue, room 304."My heart jumped.That was serious.Without wasting a second, I grabbed my stethoscope and ran toward room 304, my team right behind me. The hallways blurred as we sprinted past nurses and visitors. I could hear footsteps pounding the floors. Everyone knew what a code blue meant, a patient’s life was on the line.We burst into the room. The air felt thick with panic.A man was lying on the hospital bed, completely still, his face turning blue. The monitor beside him beeped like crazy. A young nurse stood beside him, trying to fix the oxygen mask on his face, her hands shaking slightly."What happened?" I asked, rushing to the bed."He’s been having trouble breathing. His oxygen levels dropped suddenly and wouldn’t come back up," she said quickly

Sylvia As I walked out of the park, the warm sun still shining above me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the little boy who fainted. The image of him lying motionless on the grass, and the relief on his mother’s face when he opened his eyes, stayed in my mind. I felt grateful that I had been there at the right time, but also a bit drained.Just then, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and saw it was an unknown number. I hesitated. After everything that had happened lately, I didn’t really feel like dealing with more surprises. But something told me to pick up.“Hello?” I said, my voice calm but curious.“Sylvie, it’s Logan.”I froze for a second. His voice sounded softer than usual, almost… apologetic.“I know I wasn’t exactly… welcoming the other night when you dropped me off,” he continued. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. Really.”I blinked in surprise. Of all people I expected to hear from today, Logan wasn’t on the list.“…Apology accepted,” I said slowly, trying to keep my ton

Sylvia I lay still on my bed, eyes closed, my arms tucked under my pillow. The room was dark except for the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, I could hear the distant hum of cars and the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against my window. But inside, my mind was louder than anything else.Memories began to float back, uninvited.I found myself drifting to a time when life felt... lighter and simple. I was just a little girl then, and everything seemed so simple. Back when Dad was still married to Mom. Back when we lived in that small, cozy town where everybody knew everybody. Our house was modest, but it was filled with love. The kind of love that made everything feel safe.Mom had always wanted a child, but she had difficulty conceiving. I didn’t understand much at the time, but I remember how her eyes lit up when she held me for the first time. Even though I wasn’t her biological child, she never made me feel any different. Not for a second. I was hers, completely. And I