"She's been slipping lately. I never should've allowed her off this morning!"
Aiden drummed his steering wheels trying not to focus on Alara's sniffles from the other end.
"I'll take her to the clinic and in no time she'll be alright. Don't panic, her wounds are healed." Aiden released the air from his lungs, turning back to see Ophelia's weak state in the backseat of his Rover.
"She doesn't need the clinic. She took her medication this morning! Ophelia needs to rest and she'll be in good shape! It's what I told her earlier!"
"Could you text me directions to her new apartment?" He asked, thinking of dropping her off, inwardly feeling unbalanced with the thoughts of dropping her off on her own.
But he still had work to do. The interrogations were yet to get somewhere. She was all they
