Shelly’s POV
It’s been a daunting week since Sebastian was shot, and he remains unconscious, lying motionless in his hospital bed. The helplessness of watching him like this consumes me, and all I can do is cry.
Each day bleeds into the next, and I find myself unable to eat. This relentless cycle of despair alarms Sabrina and Mich, as they grow increasingly worried about my well-being.
Just three months have passed since my own traumatic ordeal, the kidnapping and the stabbing and they constantly remind me that I need to take care of myself.
Sebastian, if he were awake, wouldn’t want to see me waste away with anxiety over him. Their caring words resonate with me, yet the worry clings to me like a shadow.
This stress gnaws at my heart; I’ve always been apprehensive about the danger
