LOGINHi my dear readers, I wanted to apologize in advance for I won't be able to update this book. I know I'm going against the words I gave to you and for that I am really sorry. I have so much going on that my mental state is a mess and I can't seem to focus or do anything for that matter.
I love this book and I have great ideas for it, but with my current burnout I'm afraid that I'll ruin it. l already feel it's not flowing like it was supposed to. It won't be fair to you or the book not to give it my all or just write for the sake of writing.Please understand that I'm not abandoning or giving up on the book, I just need a bit of time to sort out my head before I can go back to writing. You deserve an awesome story and I would be disappointed in myself if I didn't give you that.I won't be gone long, hopefully a maximum of two weeks will be enough.Thank you for understanding and again I'm really sorry for any inconveniences.Lots of love💕Stay safe and take care.Evelyn.I meet him halfway. “How is she? Really?”He gives me a measured look, then glances toward the window. “She’s very lucky,” he says simply. “Coming out of a coma after two days without severe complications is a good sign. Her vitals are improving steadily. But she’ll be weak and maybe in pain.”I swa
All the evidence points to Brook, but I can’t hand her name over to the police. I can’t. Chloe left me to protect her and I’ll do that until I have solid proof that it’s her. Only then. Only when I have concrete proof that she’s the one that tried to kill Sierra will I hand her over to the police. U
I watch the two officers as they approach us. I had someone dig into their background, and there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.After what happened to mom. Iris’s Dad pretending to be a cop in order to get close to her and take her out, I couldn’t take the risk.He’s changed, and Iris visi
“Noah,” He says softly, setting down a small bouquet of pink roses, which I’ve come to learn are her favorite, on the chair beside me. “How is she?”“Still unconscious.”He nods, his eyes moving to the window, to the pale figure lying motionless beyond the glass. “She looks fragile.”“She is,” I say
I haven’t left this hallway in two days. It’s The same white walls. The same hum of machines behind the glass. The same antiseptic stench clinging to my clothes.I’ve counted every flicker on the heart monitor. Every rise and fall on the graph that tells me Sierra’s still here. I’ve memorized that s
“She’s a problem,” I mutter under my breath. “She shouldn’t even exist in my equation.”“Then let her breathe for now,” the second woman replies, walking toward me. Her voice is like ice sliding beneath the skin. “You’ll get another chance. But not if you draw attention. We’ve already failed twice.







