Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Even after Her Death

Chapter 500 I'm Your Psychologist

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Carter told me he searched through all of Snowville and couldn't find Sergio. If he hadn't poisoned me, why would he seem so guilty?

I stood alone in the room, no one to answer me.

It felt as if I had been abandoned on a deserted island. The room had many comic books, novels, some art supplies, and a tablet.

However, the tablet wasn't connected to the internet, though it had plenty of movies and mini-games downloaded.

Every now and then, food would be brought through a rectangular hole.

Sometimes it was afternoon tea, sometimes fruit, and sometimes a full meal-each meal was different and nutritionally balanced.

At first, I didn't dare eat the food brought to me.

But after a whole day of hunger, I could feel the baby inside me becoming restless, its movements increasing in frequency.

I had no other choice. I feared for my life, and I feared for the baby's safety.

Things had come this far, and all I could do was survive.

rviving

Only by could I have a chance to see Carter again.

I started eating the food and tried to rest.

At this point, I had a feeling I understood his plan: he simply locked me in this room, kept everyone away, and eventually, I would forget everything-including Carter.

There

as no pen in the room, so I sat in front of the drawing board and drew day and night.

I sketched

Cry memory I had of Carter, one drawing after another, day after day.

But his face became more and more blurry in my mind. At first, I remembered him clearly, but gradually,

all I could recall was his tall nose and the deep affection in his eyes.

Stacks of drawings piled up beside me, and time passed. I glanced at the calendar I had made.

I had been on this island for exactly one month.

That day, I picked up my pen. My muscles had formed a habit, and I began drawing.

But strangely, I could no longer remember what Carter looked like.

through the portraits I had drawn of him, and my

could

to remember everything about him, but many things

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recall that he was the man I

had I ended up here? Where had

my hands to my head, and whenever I applied pressure, the pain in

so, I continued to dip my brush in

I couldn't forget him.

woke up, I instinctively

no drawing board,

there, lost in thought. What am I

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

something important. Every time I tried to think about it, a sharp headache followed, so I tried

everything. My mind was foggy, and every day

morning, when I woke up, I found the door to my

walked to the

idea why I was here or where I

baby in my belly made me look down at my

of it, about five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the father of this child?

why couldn't I remember

It was spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home?

I walked across the thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the door

see the beautiful garden with

trees, a wooden

on the lawn.

out of

feeling a little pricked, as the

the ocean and un on the hills there were white

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wind passed over it, a sight

blooming flowers, making me feel lighter

sat on the swing, the whole scene in

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was pushed from behind. Before I could even look back, I felt my body

and I gripped the

a deep voice from above, strange yet

He wore a white shirt, black pants, and his shirt was buttoned up to the

on his nose, and he looked

if I had seen him somewhere

How did I

down and