Chapter 7

The police arrived promptly, knocking on the door while I was savoring some barbecue pulled pork and watching a reality show. Cillian doesn't eat pork; it makes him feel queasy, so I rarely get the chance to indulge. Seeing the police at the door, I quickly opened it.

Two officers, a ma

Chapter 8

I needed to get back to the hospital during the day. Just as I stepped out the door, the neighboring one swung open. Cillian stood there, looking exhausted. “I didn’t sleep all night, worried I’d miss any news from you,” he said, his eyes drooping, trying to look pitiful. It used to work

Chapter 9

Over the next three days, while I received my IV treatments, he hung around the clinic entrance. When I went back to the inn, he followed me, insisting he would do whatever it took to win me back. It reminded me of when he first pursued me all those years ago.

Back then, I thought of hi