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

face against the glass, watching

felt her eyes on him, but this time,

there was no

about the child,

followed him relentlessly on barefoot from her room to the balcony. The sorrow in

life, whether as lovers, family,

and the water-two

freedom, leaping toward the shore to escape the water's hold. But the instant it landed on dry land gasping to breath, it would learn a painful truth.

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

before nodding.

to her bed and lay down, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the threads of the necklace that

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

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my fingers through her hair, offering some comfort. "That's not 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

eyes brimmed with uncertainty. "He'll be fine, won't

the shadows now while the others are exposed. That gives us

her earlier doubts. "Can you book me an appointment with

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

her head. "No. The organization needs proof that the Carlyns are really gone. Luther keeps showing up because he thinks he can use me to lure him out. My illness only makes them believe the news of his demise more. We'll need to

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grief. We need them to

small smile to my lips. "You're brilliant,

through her exhaustion. "Sis, is that therapist really as handsome

"Absolutely."

laugh, a small reprieve in the midst of

from the hallway, her expression carefully composed. "Aunt Chloe,"

a couple of nights ago, came down with a fever, and

Maybe I should check on her," Alisa offered her worry

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

her head slightly, her curiosity growing. "What do you

passed away. It's the kind of pain that medicine

been so quiet lately," Alisa murmured. "Poor thing. She's already skin and bones-it must be

we spoke, Luke walked