“Woman, I’ll come to you and to the people you treasure.”
Don Rusell’s last words before leaving shakes my core. They clutch my chest tight that gasping for air is a must to survive. No matter how much I try to relax on the sofa, the old man’s threat keeps entwining around my head, petrifying me.
“Don’t worry about him. I won’t let that happen,” Lavine says as he hands me a glass of water.
I take a small sip of the cold water, hoping to flush down the heat of agony in my chest. But it doesn’t do anything much. The fear still adheres to me like a parasite, draining my hope of happiness.
It’s late afternoon when Micah arrives, carrying a white suitcase. She grins, oblivious of what happened and what’s gonna happen, as she enters the suite. For the time being, I leave Lavine in the bedr
