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

snow on the ground looked like a layer of silver powder that illuminated the

felt a strange compulsion rise

wanted so badly to give

wanted to hear his

she was afraid that he would not answer her call,

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

message, then walked to the living room, took out the bag of yarn, and

around her stuck in silence, she became immersed in her

startled awake from a nightmare

in sweat and his eyes were

having nightmares of himself dying

was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was

he was rotting away, surrounded by flies

more every

his phone and looked at

fingers accidentally opened the text message notification on the home page, and his

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