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Chapter Thirteen

Author: Love Egbejale
last update Last Updated: 2023-11-17 00:37:21

Edwina

A week later

For nearly a week, Justice remained in a deep slumber, causing me constant worry about the possibility that he might never awaken, despite the doctor's assurances. Taking turns with my sisters to care for him, the challenge arose from our rural location in securing transportation to town.

Primarily relying on Steven, who occasionally made delivery trips, I endeavored to hitch a ride whenever possible. As I wrung out the water-soaked cloth, continuing to gently mop Justice's face, I couldn't help but send a silent prayer for his swift recovery. The thought of never seeing his captivating gray eyes again and hearing his occasionally annoying words weighed heavily on my mind.

"I really shouldn't be dedicating so much time to you, Justice with no surname," I muttered aloud, aware that he couldn't hear me. "I have a thousand and one things to do back home, so I can't afford to waste this much time being your nurse." Turning back, I dipped the cloth in water again.
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