BENEATH HER ASHES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 45

Emily’s Point of ViewThe night air was cool against my skin, soft and still, like the world itself was holding its breath after what had just happened inside that mansion.I walked out of the dining room with my head high, my heart beating steady in quiet triumph. For once, I had left Delilah speechless , her confidence shattered, her perfect evening reduced to chaos.Jackson walked beside me down the marble path, his hand hovering near my lower back, a gesture that was half chivalry, half apology. His voice was low, heavy with regret.“I’m… I’m sorry about that,” he said finally. “She has been under a lot of stress lately. Delilah does not usually act like that.”I turned to him, a soft smile appearing on my lips. “It’s all right, Jackson. Thank you for inviting me to dinner. This will not affect business , don’t worry .” I respond to him , voice was calm, even warm, but inside, I was savoring every ounce of his discomfort , every

Emily Point of View The morning light spilled softly across the room, warm and calm . It was the kind of calm that comes before a storm. I moved through my usual routine with mechanical grace, trying to silence the restlessness that still hummed beneath my skin. Ten minutes of stretching. Fifteen of yoga. Twenty of pretending that I was not thinking about my children. After a quick shower, I slipped into a silk robe and tied my hair loosely behind my head. My laptop was already waiting on the dining table beside a cup of herbal tea. I scanned through my emails , business updates, meeting requests, a dozen proposals from investors who wanted my name attached to their ambitions. But even the sharp lines of profit and numbers could not distract me from the quiet ache in my chest. As I ate breakfast : strawberries, toast, and eggs I barely tasted the food as my thoughts drifted back to the message from my pr

Nurse Nancy Point of ViewThe hospital walls were too white. Too bright. Too quiet for a place holding my worst nightmare. I come to work everyday but these corridors have never been this long and quite . It feels different than when I am here as an employee .I hardly slept for more than an hour . Sleep came in fragments, half-thoughts, sudden jerks, cold sweats but never fully. My body sat on a hospital bench, but my mind stood beside Jane’s hospital bed, over and over watching the monitors beep with cruel calmness while her chest struggled for air .Primrose slept curled beside me on the cold bench, a yellow blanket wrapped around her like a cocoon. Every few minutes I would pull the edges of the blanket higher, stroke her hair, and pray Jane would not die. I was a mother first, a nurse second but right now, both parts of me were falling apart .Nurses and doctors came in and out of the ICU room fast, focused, whispering. None of them said a word to me. Every time I approached, th