Mercy Julie Garwood Novels & Stories

Then I walked past it and went down the stairs. But something felt off. I stopped, dropped the cigarette from my mouth, and ran back up the stairs two at a time. It was my black Montblanc half-wallet. I opened it and saw my ID in the most visible slot. I quickly checked the money inside. The wallet was thick. The money for the TOEIC class was still there. "Who is it? Wow, amazing." After confirming the money, the words that came out of my mouth were not suspicion, but gratitude for the person who had returned my wallet. Who could have picked it up and known where I lived?

“I'm so sorry. I know you can never forgive me—” “Hey.” I gripped his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. “I don't blame you. Never have, not even for a second.” “But Aaron—” “You're not Aaron. You're Grog, my only brother, and I fucking need you.” His breath hitched, and he looked up at me with teary eyes. “Need me?” “I just had five babies, you big idiot. I'm going to need all the help I can get.” Something shifted in his eyes. “I don't know if there's enough left of me.”

"Anthea, I'm sorry. You have been by my side since we were little. Any time I turned my head around, there you were, like you would never leave me, so I thought that this time would be the same too. I'm sorry. I was wrong to take you for granted." I lifted my head up a little and said, "I once thought that I would rely on you forever, but now I have realized that after leaving you, I could still live a brilliant life." Gary suddenly hugged me and said emotionally, "But I'm in hell, Anthea. Without you by my side, my life has been shit. Your presence has seeped into every part of my life. I'm the one who can't live without you now. You've already done so much for me, let me take us through to

Pablo did 5 years for possession of explosives, and Ben did 3 for conspiracy to commit arson. In the next moment, I hear Mercy’s light footsteps approach. As she emerges into the room, I can’t help but feel a surge of pride and adoration. She looks as beautiful as ever in her braided hair, navy blue knitted sweater and jeans, her presence immediately commanding the attention of everyone in the room. I watch as she scans the faces around the table, her intelligent eyes taking in the serious expressions and the tense atmosphere. I can see the curiosity and concern etched on her delicate features, and I know she’s already trying to piece together the reason for my calling her.