All Chapters of Broken Vows, Rising Flames : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Clara's POV Doctor Sidney tightened up as he stared at me, his eyes scanning me, perhaps weighing if I'd be able to handle the next bomb he was about to drop. I sobbed heavily, struggling to wipe my tears when his voice struck me with a new found hope.“There is a glimmer of hope,” he said and my head shot right up, staring directly into his eyes. I nodded in all directions, and he understood and carried on, rising to his feet and grabbed another file from the shelf.“The global donor registry has flagged ten new potential matches. We’re reaching out to them now,” he tossed the files aside with a pen to me.My heart leaped for joy, but then, it crashed suddenly.My eyes narrowed at him as I leaned in closer, my breath heavy with anger and desperation, my fist fighting to grab his collars if only I'd let them.“Ten?” I asked slowly.“Yes, I…” he tried to explain but I didn't let him. I didn't want to hear anymore of it.“We’ve tested over thirteen hundred people in the last few week

Damon’s POVThe silence of the house was heavy and I sat on the chair by the corner of the Master bedroom, my legs stretched out and my head resting back. The lights were dim, just enough to see the furniture and the bed across the room. My phone was in my hand, its screen glowing faintly, but I wasn't looking at it. Perhaps I was just pretending, staring blankly into nothing while my mind was far away.It was already past midnight. The air conditioner hummed softly, blowing a cold breeze across the room. Outside, the night was somewhat calm, but Inside, my head was a mess of painful thoughts and unanswered questions.I stole a glance at the bed. Camilla was lying there, her breathing steady. The chest rose and fell in a soft rhythm. I watched her for a long time, my jaw tightening every time I remembered the paper in my pocket. The zero percent. The lies she told me right to my face for years.My fingers dug into my palm. I wanted answers, I needed answers. I wanted to wake her up

Damon’s POVToday was going to be a test, one that would either prove my suspicion, or worsen things. I stood there, my hands packing a basket with drinks and fruits. Margaret was beside me and the rustling of the wrapping foil disturbed the silence of the room as she carefully prepared sandwiches.My chest was heavy with the weight of the morning and the heavy burden of my plan pressing down on me. My hands trembled, but my jaws clenched with determination. I needed answers. I couldn't live in the dark anymore, not when my whole life had been turned upside down.Soft footsteps thudded against the ground, pulling me from my thoughts. Camilla walked in, her hair messy and her body wrapped in her night robe. She looked around, her eyes peeking in confusion at the food on the table.“What’s all this?” she asked, her voice still heavy with fatigue.I turned around slowly, forcing a warm smile on my face that hid the anger inside me.“I thought we could go to the beach today,” I answered

Clara’s POVI sighed for the upteenth time since the day started, watching the slow rise and fall of Maurice's chest— something I've grown accustomed to doing every time.Absent-mindedly I stroked the inside of the palm that wasn't connected to the IV line.The sound of the turning of the door knob made my neck snap to it immediately.Shiny shoes came into my view followed by a gift bag that had another dinosaur and a puzzle pad peeping out of it. Trailing my eyes upwards, Damon stood by the door with a small smile on.My gaze left his face and settled on Maurice.“Morning” he greeted softly. “I brought him a few things.”“You don't have to bring him gifts every time Damon.” I said in a flat tone, seeping with anger.From the side of my eyes I saw him walk up to the table quietly and dropped the gift bag on it.He rubbed his palm on his pants and let out a short breath.“I don't mind, and besides he likes them.”My gaze snapped to him so fast I thought my neck would pop.“It's not li

Clara's POVIt's been an hour of driving through the suburban area of the city.The untarred road made the drive a lot harder than normal. Through my windows I could see the area falling into neglect.The local kids played by the sides of the road with reckless abandon. They crossed the road occasionally like they had done it a thousand times.Dust filled the air and dirt littered the corners of the streets.Wares were being sold in small kiosks the size of a pantry.“Turn left.” The automated voice of my car GPS said.I took the left and ended up in the same place I had been just ten minutes ago.My frustration was reaching its limits. I didn't know how to get to my location as the GPS was an obvious flop.I looked around trying to find a sign board or anything that could point me in the right direction but all I found was just more children playing around. Sighing, I drove out of that street to another one where I found a small supermarket.My phone suddenly rang. Leo’s name fla