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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corner of my eye, I caught Alisa standing near the window, her gaze fixed

hands and face against the glass,

must have felt her eyes on him, but this time,

shrouded in doubt, yet there was no escaping the feeling that

silence, especially about

her room to the

sighed, my heart heavy with understanding. Twenty years of shared life, whether as lovers, family, or close friends, creates a bond that runs

relationship reminded me of the fish and the water-two entities whose existence was entwined

to escape the water's hold. But the instant it landed on dry land gasping to breath, it would learn a painful truth. It wasn't the water that needed the fish -it was the fish that could

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"don't forget what he said. Your fever just broke. You need to

hesitated before nodding.

lay down, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the

"I'm pathetic, aren't I? He's the

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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,

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

of determination replacing her earlier doubts. "Can you book me an

tilted my head in puzzled. "Are you planning to

keeps showing up because he thinks he can use me to lure him out. My illness only makes them believe the news of

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need them to think

a small smile

"Sis, is that therapist

"Absolutely."

quiet laugh, a small reprieve in the

longer, I 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 days. Is she okay? What's wrong with

said, my tone even. "She got caught in the rain a couple of nights ago, came down with a fever, and

should check

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

curiosity growing. "What

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

She's already skin and bones-it must be taking

spoke, Luke walked