A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 58

Matilda slipped through the night, her steps light as the moonlight draped over her shoulders like a ghostly shawl. She pushed open the door to find the quiet of the house unsettling. No little figure, her son Logan, rubbing his sleepy eyes to greet her. The loneliness pricked at her heart just a little sharper tonight.

Her brother Gideon, always on the road for business, often bunked down in his studio rather than coming home. So, for the most part, it was just her and Logan. Now, with him away at camp, the silence in the house was enough to drive anyone crazy.

Head bowed, Matilda felt the alcohol magnifying all her emotions, her heart pounding so fiercely that each beat seemed to echo with a sting. A shower washed away the panic that had started to set in.

Too lazy to dry her hair, she flopped onto the bed, curling into a ball. She stared out the window at the heavy night, and when the lights went out, the darkness swallowed everything. Her own breathing sounded to her like distant whispers from far–off horizons.

Being alone… was enough to drive a person mad.

Matilda was seized by a despair so deep, it felt like she was the last person left on earth.

Eventually, sleep took her, a grueling surrender to exhaustion and pain, as she clutched the blankets tight.

reluctant, and once again, she was left to battle her fate

and Matilda

the studio, two loud sneezes echoed off the walls, and she glanced at her

to her rescue. That kind of thinking

time she reached the hospital, her fever was quite high. The dashingly handsome doctor, holding the thermometer, whistled, “103.6,

about to comment on his familiar face when she

sitting beside her. She jerked in surprise, trying to speak but wincing

managed to say through the pain,

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phone’s stock app, replied nonchalantly, “Your doctor called me.”

doctor looked familiar;