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. "You
to do it alone, Doris. You have people
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moment, I almost believed that
reminding me that no one could truly
resolute. "But I
slightly, but he nodded in understanding. "I'll be around
you need anything."
left the room, leaving me alone
smell of
placed the tray aside
the confines
had discharged me
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day, deeming me well enough to go home, but the walls of this place felt like they were closing in. I needed to breathe, to feel something
outside was overgrown, weeds sprouting up between the flowerbeds where my mother's roses
been hers,
was all I had left
bent down and began
weeds,
tried to
the task
the task.
how
many weeds I pulled, I couldn't shake the memories.
had spent so many
the nights I
praying for a miracle.
spiraling. My wolf's
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calm, but I could sense
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