EMBER’S POV.
I haven’t cried and prayed like I have like this since my parents died, I’ve lost everything in my life—Lord please do not let me lose this one. He’s all I’ve got. Give Asher back to me, this wasn’t even suppose to be him. That bullet had my name written on it. I don’t know why, or who I’ve pissed off that would want to see me kidn*pped or even worse—dead!
I keep wandering and pacing back and forth in the visitors room waiting for the doctor to come out. Praying to all the gods I know of.
“Ms Ember?” A voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Yes, that’s Me” I turned face front to him “how is it he?”
“He’s going to be fine ma’am, the bullet missed all his vital organs” he says “but he needs rest, so we’d keep him here for some days so we can monitor his improvement” the doctor ad
