“Speak of the devil!” I thought as my eyes met with those of Oceane’s.
Oceane stood at the entrance of our room. Her eyes were teary and her chest heaved up and down as she breathed heavily. I just got back from the hospital and it looked like I had another problem to deal with.
Hesitant, I released a sigh and escorted her in. Jacob gave room for her as well and she made her way into our space.
Oceane’s eyes were bloodshot. The more time I got to spend with her, the more I got to truly see her. She looked less like the person I had met the first day.
From my observations, it looked like she had lost the free spirit that once seemed to dance around her on the day we first met. I remember how bold she had seemed when she walked into the living room dressed in just her underwear. It was
