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.

my fingers brushed over his face. Tears slowly slid

how could I

remember everything about him, but many things had faded

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he was

I ended up here?

and whenever I applied pressure, the

my brush in paint, writing Carter's

I couldn't forget him.

woke up, I instinctively walked to where

there was no drawing board, and

in thought. What am

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

had forgotten something important. Every time I tried to think about it,

passed, and I forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and every

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

cautiously walked to the door, scanning the outside

was here or

baby in my belly made me

five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the father of this

couldn't I

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

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

the window, I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant hydrangeas in full

trees, a wooden swing,

on the lawn.

looked like something out of a

barefoot on the soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea breeze lifted my

saw the ocean and un on the hills there were white sheen

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wind passed over it,

of blooming flowers, making me feel lighter

the swing, the whole

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

gripped the handles tightly, calling

a deep voice from above,

He wore a white

on his nose, and he

if

How

down and reached for