Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Josephine looked at Donna gratefully. Her fragile heart was filled with a sense of helplessness earlier, but Donna’s words gave her strength and made her feel secure.

Just then, a tall silhouette approached. Although he was dressed in a hospital gown and had his head shaved, his unique aura was as strong as ever. His eyes were on the two women on the couch-one of them his mother and the other the love of his life.

Ethan crouched down and greeted Donna. “Hey, Mom.” Then, he fixed his eyes on Josephine for a few seconds before he greeted her with a faint smile, “Hi.” Josephine kept a lid on her emotions and smiled back. “Hi.”

“You’ll need to be under observation for a few more days, Ethan, and then I’ll take you home.” Donna pushed him into the seat beside Josephine. “You two talk! I’ll look for your father.”

He was a little nervous as he glanced at Josephine. In his eyes, she was like a frail little kitten-as if she would cry over a single misspoken word or unintentional misunderstanding.

you greatly. but I know that we were deeply in love. Are you willing to let me

cast aside her sorrows too. She knew that now that things had come to

each other again!” Josephine looked at him with warm, gentle eyes and held her hand out. “My name is Josephine Jacobson. I’m 25 and I

grasped his hand at once. As they held each other’s hand, Ethan could feel the strength emanating from hers. He was studying her intently. There was ‘something so spellbinding about her that made it impossible for him to

himself. I want to know just how much I love her. “I’m sure you know more about me than I do,” Ethan said with a smile,

followed him back to Quarles Residence, and as she stood in front of the

more beautifully. The rose garden, the massive Neoclassical structure, and the pretty fountain by the

entrance to greet them. They were observing Josephine with interest too. She was a pretty

members of the household staff, they had to have in-depth knowledge of every member of the family they

tried to trace his memories as he moved through the place. He had a feeling that the spot he was heading to was the garden, and sure enough, when he got there, it was a lovely little garden. He moved toward what he felt was the bathroom, and when he arrived, it was indeed