A sharp pain like a spear being thrust into her chest caused her to push off the bed almost out of breath. Her hand immediately found the spot at the left side of her chest were the pain tugged violently. Vision blur, she struggled with a pain that made her wish for death but slowly the pain died down and she gasped for air.
Easing away, it was like it never happened. Mia looked over to the window, her hand still on her chest – she wondered if Diarmuid had come back from his visit to Nie. “When would this pain ever end?” she muttered getting off the bed in search for a glass of water. She pushed open the bedroom door and found Meon lying on the dual couch, taking her hand to her hip, she took him into view.
“Why are you still here?” she asked
“Diarmuid said I should make sure you didn’
