"They say sometimes the road of life takes an unexpected turn, and you don't have no choice but to follow it and end up in place where you are supposed to be"
A mesmerizingly beautiful, altruistic, feisty, adamant, self-reliant. She is obedient daug...
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"Ready to go, Addy!" I tore my eyes away from the screen of my phone and met Alice's gaze, offering her a grateful smile. She grabbed my Tofel bag and exited the room. I let out a sigh as I settled on the edge of the hospital bed once more, my focus shifting back to the phone in my hand.
Ever since Dennis left, I've been engrossed in a task that has consumed my last five days. I had implored Dennis to call Azriel and connect me with him before his departure.
I had implored Dennis to call Azriel and let me speak to him before Dennis's departure. But he simply said the ship was already sealed and left. I've been persistently calling and sending texts to the number Dennis provided. I'm desperate to find out where Azriel is.
I long to hear from him, but I'm at a loss on how to contact him. Dennis seems to be the only link to any information, but he's ignoring all calls and texts.
I've flooded his phone with voicemails, making me question if he purposely gave me the wrong number due to his initial reluctance to share it, possibly influenced by Azriel.
This sickening feeling in my stomach always hits me when I remember Dennis's warning about Azriel's thirst for revenge. I must figure out a way to reach him before he acts impulsively, tell him how much I love him and I don't blame him for the death of our unborn child,
Surrounded by the care of Mom, Alice, her parents, and Grace, I am grateful for the love and support they provide. However, my heart selfishly desires just one glance from him. I have a lot of people cheering me on and helping me move forward, he has no one to turn to.
The notion of traveling to the UK won't leave my mind, but it's as if Mom can see right through me with those looks she's been giving me. I don't want to cause her any more distress, I'm left here with this overwhelming sense of unease lingering around me.
As each moment goes by without any news of him or his well-being, my anxiety and fear only intensify. "Addy, dear-" Mom's voice brought me back to the present moment.
Mom appeared on the doorframe yellow floral maxidress matching the glimmer of joy shining in her brown eyes. I could tell she was relieved that I was out of the hospital, but the happiness seemed fleeting. It's like a piece of me is missing now, leaving my life feeling hollow and every place I go feels the same - whether it's the hospital or my own home I'm confined in my head more,
As she entered the room, she made her way over to me and gently held my face in her hands. With a sigh, she planted a kiss on my forehead and said, "Come on, sweetie, let's head home." Her eyes sparkled with love and longing, and I nodded, giving her the same reassuring smile I had been giving her for the past month and a half.
With her assistance, I stood up, even though most of my wounds had already healed. However, the wound on my thigh lingers, much like the ones etched into my soul but time is a powerful healer, and I am putting my faith in it alone.
