NovelEnglishChapter 27 The sound of the door opening pulledfrom my reverie. I glanced up as Issca stepped into the room, a tray in his hands. scent of something savory wafted The toward me, and I realized I hadn't eaten all day. Issca had been hovering aroundever since Oliver passed, trying to take care ofas if he could somehow fill the void that was left.
"Doris, you shouldn't be watching this trash," Issca said, his voice gentle but firm as he placed the tray on the coffee table.
He was always like this-caring, protective, but I couldn't bring myself to accept his help completely. Not when the pain was still so raw, so consuming. "I'm fine," I replied, forcing a small smile that didn't reach my eyes. "You don't have L 27 to worry about me." Issca sighed, his eyes full of concern. "You need to eat something. You've been in and out of the hospital so much lately... I made your favorite soup." Í nodded, but my mind was far away. I couldn't shake the memories of those endless hospital visits with Oliver-the} sterile smell of antiseptics, the beeping machines, the doctors' grim expressions.
We had fought so hard, clung to every -shred of hope, but it hadn't been enough.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd now, all I had left were memories.
"I know you're trying to help," I I said quietly, picking up the spoon. "But I need to do this on my own. I need to be strong." Issca knelt down beside me, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. "You don't have to do it alone, Doris. You have people who care about you. Let us help." 18:48 His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace 3 27 21 I met his gaze, and for a moment, I almost believed that I could lean on him, that I could let someone in. But then the pain would ccrashing back, remindingthat no one could truly understand the depth of my loss.
"I appreciate it, Issca," I said, my voice soft but resolute. "But I need to focus on getting better my way." Issca's shoulders slumped slightly, but he nodded in understanding. "I'll be around if you need anything." With that, he left the room, leavingalone with my thoughts once more. I stared at the tray of food, the smell of the soup filling the air, but my appetite had vanished. I placed the tray aside and stood, needing to escape the confines of the house.
The hospital had dischargedearlier 18:49 His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace 37 27 that day, deemingwell enough to go home, but the walls of this place felt like they were closing in. I needed to breathe, to feel something other than the suffocating grief.
The garden outside was overgrown, weeds sprouting up between the flowerbeds where my mother's roses used to bloom.
This house had been hers, left towhen she passed, and now it was all I had left of my family. I bent down and began pulling at the weeds, my hands moving mechanically as I tried to lose myself in the task the task.
But no matter how many flowers I planted or how many weeds I pulled, I couldn't shake the memories. The hospital room where I had spent so many hours by Oliver's side, the nights I had sat awake, praying for a miracle.
Doris, you're spiraling. My wolf's voice 18:49 His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace HIS 3 27 was calm, but I could sense the concern beneath it. You need to rest. Take care of yourself, as Oliver would want you to.
trying," I whispered, tears finally slipping down my cheeks. "But it's so hard hout him." The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the garden in shadows. I stood, brushing dirt from
my hands, and made my way back inside. I passed by the living room) where Oliver's/toys were neatly arranged on the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe shelves, each one holding a memory, I h I had put them therelas soon as returned from the hospital, unable to pack them away just yet. The house was quiet, too quiet, and as
night fell, the silence becunbearable. I found myself pacing the halls, my mind racing with M thoughts I couldn't escape. The pain, the loss, it was all too much. I needed to do something, anything, to distract 18:49 18:4 His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace 37 27 21 myself.
I went to my computer, sitting down with a heavy sigh as I began searching for information on the medical organization that had been working on the drug. If only they had worked faster, if only they had found a cure i in time. I could feel my wolf urgingto stop, to calm down, but I couldn't. I needed answers, even if they wouldn't bring Oliver back.
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