Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 989

He must've only grabbed a few hours of restless sleep. Sometime in the dead of night, his phone buzzed, snapping him wide awake. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at the screen. Nathalie's profile picture glowed, and a message popped up: "Not good."

Morris's stomach dropped. "What's wrong?"

He watched the little typing dots blink on and off, but nothing else came through. It was strange-Nathalie was always so open, never one to beat around the bush. When did she become so hesitant, so distant? When did things between them get so awkward?

Trying to break through, Morris typed, "I heard you went to see Almos for hypnosis?"

"Yeah."

"How did it go?"

"Not good." Just thinking about that session made Nathalie shudder. Waking up from it felt like waking from a nightmare-one where the person she loved most would soon be gone.

"What happened?" Morris asked quietly.

Again, the typing bubble flickered, but nothing arrived. The silence made his heart sink even further.

Now, conversation felt like walking on eggshells. Morris couldn't help but

he asked,

"Out of the country."

you doing so far from

More silence.

you've changed. You barely talk to

heartache- she barely had the strength to hold herself together, let alone help someone else. All she could manage was a clumsy reassurance: "Nathan, I don't mean to..." He felt a sharp pain in his chest. "Please, Nathalie. Just tell me what's going on." Something in his voice broke

heart skipped

you. Come home with me,

can't. I'm not done

who might be able to help Morris-a specialist in rare aging disorders. After a long, exhausting journey, she

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two weeks pleading-offering money, trying everything she could think of-but he was

left. The case you brought is complicated, and can't guarantee could help. Treatment would take years.

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at her lowest