Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Even after Her Death

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Whitney's greatest regret after leaving the island was not saying a proper goodbye to Taylor.

She had left without parting on better terms, and that choice weighed heavily on her heart.

When she first heard the news of his death, the sorrow consumed her. Now, knowing he was alive, she refused to let herself carry that kind of regret again. Taylor leaned forward, his head bowed as his hands tightened slowly around her waist.

This time, his voice held nothing back. It was his own, steady and sincere concern. "Take care of yourself, alright? Don't give me any reason to worry." Whitney's fingers clung to his shirt, trembling as her tears fell unchecked. Her response was barely above whisper, "I will."

He released her gently and placed a hand on her face, wiping away the tears.

Her small face seemed almost fragile in his palm, the contrast undeniable.

His gaze lingered with unspoken grief. "You've lost weight again. You need to eat well, stay healthy, and live your life fully."

Her tears wouldn't stop. Even as he wiped them away, more streamed down. She looked up at him, her voice breaking. "And what about you?"

"I still have a job to do."

He took a necklace of multicolored threads from his pocket and placed it carefully around her neck. "I made sure to get you this charm. Keep it on. Don't take it off." Through her tears, she managed a small, broken laugh. You, of all people, believing in something like this?"

"If it means you'll be safe, then yes. I'll believe in every god and bow to every statue, no matter where I find one." His voice softened further. "Whitney, I have to leave."

"Taylor," she called, desperation lacing her words. "Don you dare die. You owe me your whole life."

He rested a hand lightly on her head, offering a gentle smile that barely masked his pain. "I'll remember that."

Reluctantly, Whitney's hands let go of his shirt, though her eyes betrayed the worry she felt.

Taylor adjusted his coat and walked toward me. His voice lowered as he spoke. "Keep an eye on Alisa."

Then, with a stethoscope in hand, he stepped toward the door. His tone grew louder, more professional. "Mrs. Bolton, Ms. Sander will need rest over the next few days. Make sure she avoids drafts, sticks to light meals, and doesn't push herself too hard." "Thank you, Dr. Mervin," I replied. "If we need anything else, I'll contact you."

He nodded once. "Of course."

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Whitney's room, shutting the door behind me. From the corner of my eye, I caught Alisa standing near the window, her gaze fixed on

face against the glass, watching Taylor's figure

her eyes on him,

yet there was no escaping the feeling

silence, especially about the

relentlessly on barefoot from her room to

as

me of the fish and the

landed on dry land gasping to breath, it would learn a painful truth. It wasn't

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he said. Your fever just broke. You need to come

hesitated before nodding.

absentmindedly tracing the threads of the

was barely above a whisper when she asked, "I'm pathetic,

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for me to decide. If you looked at it. from the Carlyns' side, we'd be the villains. Instead of dwelling on the past, focus on living in the now. Just live in a way you

with uncertainty. "He'll be fine,

will. He's in the shadows now while the others are exposed. That

shifted, a spark of determination replacing her earlier

tilted my head in puzzled. "Are you planning to drive

lure him out. My illness only makes them believe the news of his demise more. We'll need to act like we didn't see him. You make the appointment, and

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dealing with grief. We need them to

resolve brought a small smile to

exhaustion. "Sis, is that therapist really

"Absolutely."

small reprieve in the

finally stepped out of the room. Alisa appeared from the hallway, her expression carefully composed. "Aunt Chloe," she began, her tone laced with concern, "Ms. Sander hasn't left her room in two

tone even. "She got caught in the rain a couple of nights ago, came down

I should check on

pregnant. It's better if you stay away. Besides, her illness isn't something you can catch. It's more about

tilted her head slightly, her curiosity growing. "What

very dear to her passed away. It's the kind of pain that medicine can't

thing. She's

we spoke, Luke