Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 7

Cameron headed upstairs. His gentle knock on the door was met with silence, a stark contrast to Nellie's usual cheerful greetings. His expression turned somber as he pushed open the door and approached the bed, looking down at the motionless figure. "Nellie, what were you thinking today? Do you realize your sister's been worried sick since you took off? Please, be more considerate next time. Don't give her a reason to fret..."

Nellie lay there, her face as lifeless as a desert landscape, void of any vitality. Cameron's words seemed to fall into the void, gaining no response.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked, a hint of frustration creeping in. Normally, Nellie would be all smiles and sweet talk, but today, she was silent as a stone. Even Cameron, in his usual oblivion, couldn't ignore the shift.

He pulled back the covers and was struck by the stark red stains on the white sheets, a shocking contrast to Nellie's pallid skin.

"Why didn't you tell us you were sick, Nellie?" Panic rose in his chest. He suddenly recalled the therapist's words about Nellie's depression and found them hard to dismiss now.

Holding her in his arms, his hands trembled as he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Nellie. I've been neglecting you."

status, but the feeling of being responsible overruled any hesitation. "Mr. Dawson, your wife recently had

to recede. Her eyes, once dull and listless, slowly found focus. But when they landed on

you doing here?" she asked, eyes

rejection, his dark eyes growing cold. "I'm

on the nightstand,

and his expression darkened. "You

Nellie nodded earnestly.

your husband's face because from now on, we're sharing the same roof. I don't want

her a picture of their marriage certificate. "See for yourself,

to put distance between