Nyla POV
Even after having something to fill my stomach, it tasted sour to my mouth, I was gradually losing weight, and the mental stress and emotional stress were all too much on me but I had this flicker of hope whenever I stared at my pup. He looked the same as his father, a replica of Jason.
Watching through the glass window of the vehicle we came with, the rest were in the restaurant. I excused myself outside to feed my pup.
Checking the time for the eleventh time, there was no sign of Jason. He promised he was going to come. Using Jenny's phone to call him again, it wasn't going through but I still felt like he was still going to show up. I could feel the excitement in his tone over the phone.
'He will come,' I convinced myself, holding my pup in my arms as I rocked him
