~CELIE’S POV~
Darker nights and despondently bleak mornings are all that ensue my husband’s rescue. Both the weather and Egon’s condition are worsening. Though the meteorological conditions are somewhat bearable, it is my husband’s unwillingness to recover that torments me.
With Aegeus Galanis implanted next to Egon’s bed, I was assured that my husband would be counselled against his negligence to accept food, a promise that failed to deliver any desired results, for the stiff-necked sufferer just wouldn’t accept a single bite of bread down his throat.
Heaving a sigh of exertion, I rest my head against the window pane, cudgling my brain about what can be done to improve things for my husband, who stays adamant on looming in the darkness cast by Cillian.
The unconcealable forlornness
