You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He sighed, "How nice it would be to know exactly which secret hospital Cecelia is in. Now that the communication inside the military is all cut off and no news can be sent out, there is really nothing we can do.” Luther gently patted Karl.

“There has been progress, so we must not rush. I am sure there will be a turnaround.”

Karl let out a long sigh, "Hopefully."

"By the way, when I was on my way out today, I slipped my tongue." Luther wrinkled his eyebrows and reminded, “I told Joyce I was getting out to meet with you. We have to think of a reason, in case she asks why we met. Look, how about saying it's because of the death of Mr. Walsh?"

Karl slowly turned his head and gazed steadily at Luther.

Half a minute later, he said, "Let's put her off with that. But I have a feeling that, with Joyce's intelligence, she's not far from guessing the truth.”

Luther frowned deeply.

Yes, he slipped my tongue, and if Joyce followed the trail and found the truth ... If she knew that he had long known her identity, what would she do?

much.” Karl shrugged his shoulders, and he raised his

Luther picked up his

to the door, Karl suddenly called out

"Wait."

Luther looked back.

this moment was

matter what, you have to

it. The last time, he did not protect her, and she fell into

not know how he survived,

would never be a

around and faced Karl directly, and

worry. Even if I die, I won't let

office without looking back. He got faster and faster. He got to the parking lot, got in his car, stepped on the gas, and

lonely shadow cast on the floor was drawn