His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The sound of the door opening pulled me from my reverie. I glanced up as Issca stepped into the room, a tray in his hands. scent of something savory wafted

The

toward me, and I realized I hadn't eaten all day. Issca had been hovering around me ever since Oliver passed, trying to take care of me as if he could somehow fill the void that was left.

"Doris, you shouldn't be watching this trash," Issca said, his voice gentle but firm

as he placed the tray on the coffee table.

He was always like this-caring,

protective, but I couldn't bring myself to accept his help completely. Not when the pain was still so raw, so consuming. "I'm fine," I replied, forcing a small smile

that didn't reach my eyes. "You don't have

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to worry about me."

Issca sighed, his eyes full of concern. "You need to eat something. You've been in and out of the hospital so much lately... I made

your

favorite soup."

Í nodded, but my mind was far away. I

couldn't shake the memories of those

endless hospital visits with Oliver-the} sterile smell of antiseptics, the beeping

machines, the doctors' grim expressions.

We had fought so hard, clung to every

-shred of hope, but it hadn't been enough.

And now, all I had left were memories.

"I know you're trying to help," I

I said

quietly, picking up the spoon. "But I need to do this on my own. I need to be strong."

knelt down beside

my shoulder.

have people who care about you. Let us

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moment, I almost believed that I could lean

would come crashing back, reminding me that no one could truly

but resolute. "But I

he nodded in understanding. "I'll

you need anything."

left the room, leaving me

of food, the smell of the soup

I placed the tray aside

needing to escape the confines

had

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deeming me well enough to go home, but the walls of this place felt like they

overgrown, weeds sprouting up between the flowerbeds where my mother's

been hers, left

it was all I had left

family. I bent down

weeds,

tried to

the task

the task.

how many

weeds I pulled, I couldn't shake the memories. The

had spent so

nights I

praying for a miracle.

you're spiraling. My wolf's

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