Chapter 114

Timothy was already far down the road.

Sheila stood where she was, helpless and rooted to the spot.

He really was growing more and more concerned about Jessica.

Seven years had changed so many things.

Timothy tracked down Jessica's attending physician and finally learned the truth: Jessica had gone into shock from extreme fright.

The police had found her in her hotel room and brought her straight to the hospital.

The tight knot in Timothy's chest loosened, just a little.

He remembered, vaguely, a night years ago. A thunderstorm had raged outside, and they'd been curled up in bed. Jessica had clung to him so tightly, trembling. For once, she'd been the one to pull him in for a kiss, her hands tangled in his hair. Even afterwards, she'd stayed wrapped around him like ivy.

He'd never realized, until now, how afraid she was of storms.

Last night's thunderstorm was the worst in years-lightning webbing across the sky, thunder shaking the windows.

It was no wonder Jessica had been so terrified she'd gone into shock.

A pang of regret stabbed through Timothy.

He should have come straight here the moment his flight was canceled at the airport. Should have hired a helicopter if he had to.

Timothy left

herself, then made her

expecting he would return

she saw him striding out of the hospital, still wearing the patient

What is he thinking?!

to see Jessica looking

could practically hear her

he was immaculate -tailored suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place, shirts pressed to perfection. There was never so much as a

about Jessica. All those little things he used to care about gone, just

else, Sheila might have found it

But this was Timothy.

her fists, nails

she made up her mind, hurried to the

fate, her forehead struck the handrail. Blood streamed down her face, and stars

for her phone and dialed

when Sheila's name flashed on his screen. He swiped

tell her to check into a hotel for the

did you go? I tried to catch up but I couldn't... I was in such a hurry, I missed a step and fell down the stairs. I hit my head and twisted my ankle. It hurts

tightened, lips pressed into a thin, hard line. After

satisfied look on her

to find the afternoon sun already fading beyond the window. It was nearly

her phone-one missed

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