Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Bonnie arrived at the mental hospital when it was five past seven at night.

Seeing her, the nurse let out a smug smile.

“You’re really punctual, Miss Annie.” The nurse went to hold Bonnie’s arm.

Bonnie beamed, “Yeah, how can I help you?”

“Well, the kitchen is short on people tonight. You can go to help to make a fruit tray.” The nurse responded.

Bonnie was then led to the kitchen.

There were already some volunteers here who were making salad, decorating cake, fixing dinner.

Everything was going on as planned.

“Miss Annie, you can help to put the dates, small tomatoes and apple slices into this tray. Everyone gets a portion.” The nurse said.

“Okay.” Bonnie nodded.

pointed at the note on the tray and asked curiously, “What are these names

plates are designated to each patient. Some patients are neat freaks and might get irritated if they get other patients’

“Got it.” Bonnie answered.

into each plate according to nurse’s order which might seem

Bonnie felt

dishes were wheeled out to serve to

the stage, some volunteers sang or danced to

seemed merry till Aarav suddenly collapsed to the ground

on?” The nurse yelled,

to her sneered, “Well, he deserved it. He just poached my

words, “He got unconscious because he had the

“It’s Annie!”

would you poison the fruit tray!” The nurse was furious

and crossed her arms together and

police are here for you

going on as

raped by this man here, so it was no