LESLIE’S POV“Please young miss, let me do it.” Mary sounds like she’s going to cry from where she stands behind me. I’ve heard her sigh too many times to count as she watched me do what she considers her job. I don’t say a word and just wring the water out of the small towel into the bowl placed o
LESLIE'S POVTwenty minutes later, I’m fuming as I munch on the most delicious piece of hamburger I’ve ever had. Before now, I have been eating at the hospital's cafeteria and it’s hard to work up an appetite when the place smells like bleach all the time and there are doctors and nurses running ar
KIAN’S POVIt feels like forever since I sat in the hospital’s waiting area when in reality, it’s only been a few minutes. I can’t help the mixture of agitation and excitement I feel as I wait rather impatiently for the doctor. I was in my office until a while ago when I got the call that the DNA r
I take a step forward and Beverly takes a stumbling one backward, the papers falling away from her hands. I can still see the words like the papers are still in my hands: probability of paternity is 0%. Maybe I should feel relief because I somehow expected this or maybe even hoped for it but what I
LESLIE’S POVMy phone practically burns under the intensity of my gaze on it. I haven’t taken my eyes off its screen in the past hour, simply because I cannot get over that one word right below the last message I sent to Kian. It says it’s been read but there has been no reply for the past hour sin
I do not argue, I merely nod. My phone alerts me of a text message and I instantly look at it expecting to be disappointed but I feel the exact opposite of that when I read the text from Kian asking if I could meet him at our usual spot. “Are you okay?” Travis asks and I put my phone away quickly,
KIAN’S POVThere are places men like me shouldn’t be seen. Places that sully the reputation that took years to build from the very foundation; a psychiatric hospital for example. I never thought I would say this but my reputation is now the least of my worries when I have a literal maniac on my hand
He seems to mull over my words for a few seconds before returning to his computer and typing furiously on it. It feels like I got ignored for a moment until he finally returns his attention to me. “As a guardian, you have the right to admit her long-term treatment without her consent. From what you