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Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

“Their profile pictures are too similar! If he sees this, I’ll be mortified! “No way, I have to delete it quickly before he notices.” Fighting my panic, I tiptoed into Jetson’s room. He was napping on the bed. His phone was charging on the inner side. I bent down to grab it. But the moment I touched it, my waist suddenly sank as a pair of strong hands pressed down on me. “Who’s there?!” As Jetson bellowed with full force, I found myself pinned on him, unable to move. In an instant, my chest was squished out of shape.

LILLIANA Sixteen days. Three hundred and eighty-four hours and counting. Back in the day, I mistakenly picked up a soppy, romantic novel, just for the sake of killing time, and I read how the female protagonist was counting the hours of separation from her beloved man. It seemed utterly pathetic and counterproductive to me. Now, the joke was on me. The small break I got between waiting tables and doing inventory for the cafe, I was mentally counting the days and hours without even realizing the futileness.

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

Tears just poured down my face. 400 miles away, a 72-year-old man was lying on an operating table with his chest wide open, waiting for this heart to save his life. Now, he would never get it. … The digital clock on the wall read 11:47 am. The train had left 40 minutes ago. Even if the heart hadn't been ruined, it was too late. I leaned against the wall of the interrogation room, my body shaking uncontrollably. The phone in my pocket vibrated nonstop.

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

The world had forgotten us, and God, what a relief that was. "Coffee's ready," Rhys called from the kitchen. I smiled. These small domestic moments still caught me off guard. Rhys making coffee in my apartment, our apartment now, technically, though we were moving next month to somewhere that felt like both of ours. A fresh start. "Coming," I called back, saving my document. The file name stared at me: ‘When Family Secrets Destroy: A Story of Truth and Redemption - Chapter 24.’ My editor wanted the manuscript in three months. Some days I couldn't believe I was actually writing it. Other days, I couldn't stop.

Eden stopped in the middle of his way as he turned back, chuckling charmingly, “Eli, don’t you dare to go out alone or I will not buy you any novel again.” Shaking my head, I answered instantly, “Never! I will lock myself in the room for the next two days. Happy?” “Yup! Take care.” “Have a safe journey, Brother.” Eden left in a hurry. While flipping the pages of the novel, I dropped on my bed once again. It was quite cold that evening. So, I thought about spending my night while reading the book. 2 hours passed by. I was lost in my book. Suddenly, I heard faint footsteps on my balcony. I asked in a puzzled tone, "Who is there?"