Guardian
The silent soothe of the soundproof four corners of Olivia’s room heavies both of her eyes along with the lowering of her consciousness and clear vision of her surroundings. Is it because of the anesthesia?” she asks herself, yet has no capacity to utter the words in her feeble lips. Olivia shakes her head a bit, not to make herself have a sight in which every object rotates, but she must not fall even for a single second asleep, because it will only mean she will put herself off guard against the creeping dangers, and the number one threat from all of them is Glen Hopkins. She can’t even give him, a trust smaller than a dust particle, especially after the event that almost snatched her life, poses a spiral of endless questions in her head. However, can she do it? Emmy might come tomorrow,
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