Sophia
Sara Williams.
The next day came, and so did the doctor; Ricci was put on bed rest for a week and given medications; he had symptoms of mild pneumonia.
It was that serious.
The doctor had said he needed care and bla bla bla.
I was stuck being the caretaker of a man whom I'd rather see his head chopped off.
Yes, last night I'd been moved with pity, but that was only it-pity.
How can I not pity someone who looked too pathetic to be true?
Pathetic son of a b***h.
But I was going to get groceries for that son of a b***h. I sighed, looking out through the car window; I turned to Isabella, who was driving.
"The weather is too hot for this," I grumbled, and she shrugged.
"You would have worn something lighter than." She said, and I looked down at my body.
I had just a simple fl
