When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Miley felt a surge of agitation, her senses heightened as she reached out to check Bertha’s breath.

Though feeble, it was still discernible, offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst her growing concern.

With urgency coursing through her veins, Miley swiftly initiated cardiopulmonary resuscitation for Bertha.

“I’ve called for an ambulance.

They’ll be here soon.

Just hang in there…”

Yet, despite her efforts, Bertha remained unresponsive.

As she rubbed Bertha’s chilled hands, Miley’s prayers became fervent pleas.

“Please, don’t die! The doctors will be here any moment…”

a newfound

the thought of losing Bertha now, as they had finally found

at Miley’s bones, leaving her drained of

collapsed beside Bertha, her gaze drifting towards the river they had journeyed along, its dark

consume her, a distant

leaped to her feet, vigorously waving her hands in a desperate plea for

team swiftly approached with a stretcher, loading Bertha into the

followed closely behind, her

flooded Miley’s senses, the weight of uncertainty lifting from

paramedics, she yearned to contact Neville, only to realize

knowing any call

reaching out to his parents, though their strained relationship rendered their contact information

slumped against the

sudden ringtone interrupted the silence, emanating from within