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

like a

strange compulsion rise

her phone and wanted so badly to give Elliot

wanted to hear his

answer her

she could not hear his voice, she wanted him to hear hers and

room, took out the bag of yarn, and began to

the world around her stuck in silence, she became immersed in her

nightmare

his eyes

was having nightmares of himself dying every

was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to an unrecognizable mess of blood and

those dreams, he was rotting away, surrounded by flies and

hated himself more every time he woke

phone and looked at

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

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