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.

Avery took a shower, she walked to the window

looked like a layer

strange compulsion rise

up her phone and wanted so

to hear

some thought, she was afraid that he would not answer her

wanted him to hear hers and know that she was thinking

the living room, took out the bag of yarn, and

the world around her stuck in

a nightmare in the

forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes

having nightmares of himself dying

part of the dreams was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to an

was rotting away, surrounded

hated himself more every time he

up his phone

the text message notification on the home page, and his

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