Chapter 112 

“I prescribed some medication to help, but he won’t take them,” said the doctor with a frown. “He won’t get better if he continues to refuse help.”,

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” said Rosalie.

“I heard that he listens to Miss Avery. Maybe we should—”

“Absolutely not!” Rosalie snapped furiously. “She’s the reason my son is like this. That woman brings nothing but bad luck!”

The doctor did not argue.

His only responsibility was to Elliot’s health.

“I know you didn’t mean to take her side…” Rosalie said as she tried to quickly reach a compromise. “Let’s see if he listens to me tomorrow.”

She only hoped for her son’s speedy recovery.

Everything else could wait.

a shower, she walked to

looked like a layer of silver powder that illuminated

a strange compulsion

wanted so badly to

to

that he would not answer her call,

if she could not hear his voice, she wanted him to hear hers and know that she was

the message, then walked to the living room, took out the bag of yarn,

her stuck in silence,

a nightmare in

forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes were filled with an unusual

nightmares of himself dying

most terrifying part of the dreams was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to an unrecognizable mess of blood and

dreams, he was rotting

more every time he woke

his phone and

text message notification on the home page, and his eyes met Avery’s

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